Page 21 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

I don’t say anything for a few long moments, just looking at him, slowly shaking my head. “Is that why you’re being so cagey? You think I want you for your money?”

He laughs meanly. I don’t like the way it sounds at all. My attraction to him doesn’t fade away. I get the sense it never could unless he did something irredeemable or if I saw him with another woman. It ignites an ember of rage inside me, swiftly turning to wildfire and sweeping through me.

“I’mnot the one who turned up at your house.I’mnot the one who basically freaking kidnapped me!I’mnot the one who’s acting all mysterious and… and taking advantage of me!”

“Taking advantage? You must be joking.” He smirks, but it seems like a front, the same sort of shield I’m presenting to him.

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe I feel you’ve used me. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight and…”

“Do you really want to go down this road?” he snarls, striding right up to me.

He stops just an inch short, his powerful body emitting heat, waves, and waves of it. His chest muscles are tight and tempting, but I clench my hands into fists instead of grabbing onto him.

“If you want to pretend that was one-sided, maybe I’ll carry you to the bedroom, lay you on your back, open those thick, perfect legs, and feast on your eager pussy. Feast until you cream all over my mouth.”

His words tickle my sex, my clit aching, my womb—oh, there’s that crazy thought again—telling me to be quiet and take him up on the offer. He softly strokes his hand along my face, causing me to shudder as warm sensations spread up and down my body.

“No? Didn’t think so.”

“Fine.” I turn my face away. “You got me. I wanted it.”

Wantit, present tense, but I won’t make that distinction for him.

“But that doesn’t mean you can keep me in the dark. Just because I want to know why you showed up at the house before we met doesn’t mean I’m some gold digger.”

He looks at me for a moment, then clenches his jaw and shakes his head. “I’ll send a driver for you tomorrow. They’ll take you to work and home.”

“I already told you. I’m finding my own place.”

“No, you’re not,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’re living here until I deal with this rubbish.”

I almost beam when he saysrubbishin his suave British accent, but I won’t give him the satisfaction. My ass is sore from his spanking, and yet tickling and teasing as though wanting more. How can I exist in this place of wanting him and being so angry I could scream?

“So you’re going to hold me hostage.”

“I’m keeping you safe, Amelia.”

“From what?”

He stares.

“If you won’t answer me, please, just leave.”

We hold eye contact for what feels like a long time, staring at each other,intoeach other. I have to keep reminding myself that this man is a complete stranger. I don’t know him, and he’s doing everything in his power to keep it that way.

“Well?” I snap.

He looks down, something almost soft entering his eyes. “Maybe I don’t want to leave things this way.”

“That’s on you. We wouldn’t have to if you’d do me the courtesy of telling the truth. Have you thought this through? What if I tell my parents or one of my friends back home that you’ve kidnapped me?”

He smirks. “Kidnapped… what a word.”

“Well, what wouldyoucall it?”

“Rescued, Amelia.That’swhat.”

“Or I could tell my supervisor at Realization Global. If youreallywant to make sure I’m ‘safe,’” I put the word in air quotes, “you’ll have to lock me up here.”

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