Page 20 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

“Has anybody ever rubbed your hot, soaked pussy before?”

“Hmm-mm.”

She shakes her head.

“Say it,” I snarl, my cock hurting with all the tension now, but I don’t care. I’m hypnotized.

“Nobody has ever… ah, touched me… my… pussy… before.”

Between her words, she takes shaky breaths as I massage her clit, then move my hand lower to her entrance. She’s bursting with wetness. I spread it all over her pussy, smearing her lips and clit, hungry with desire.

“But you’ve had orgasms before,” I say.

She leans back with that hurt look returning to her face like she’s been waiting for the moment I judge her. Slowly, she shakes her head as if anticipating my reaction.

“Say it,” I demand.

“I’ve never had an… ah, ah,ah… orgasm before.”

Her moans come when I slip my finger gently into her, just an inch. Right away, she clings to me, grasping tightly, giving me a ball-tingling preview of what it will feel like to bury myself inside her.

“How is that possible?”

“I’ve never done anything with anyone,” she murmurs, “except for a few innocent kisses.”

“I don’t want to hear about that,” I snarl, slipping my finger deeper.

She collapses against me, squeezing onto my arms, her fingernails digging in like she never wants to let go, and I never want her to. As I finger her hole, I rub the heel of my palm against her clit. I do it accidentally at first, but I carry on when she gasps, and her moans get louder. She starts moaning as if the feeling is entirely new, but there’s no need for“as if”here.

I growl as I rub her fiercer and quicker. Thisisall new to her, an experience she’ll only ever share with me. The sense of ownership is powerful, a gunshot right to the chest, nothing uncertain about it.

Suddenly, she collapses against me, her moans quieting as she squeezes her thighs around my hand. My eager young woman is trying to trap me there, keen to keep me in place so she can hold on to the pleasure as long as possible. Once it’s passed, she pushes away and steps back, almost tripping on her knickers and tights tangled around her shins.

“Answers,” she says, breathing frantically. “Now. I mean it.”

I sigh. My hand is still wet with her release, my body firing with claim-her signals, but I know I can’t give her what she wants. If I did, there would be pound signs, lies, and betrayal. I’d never know if she truly loved me or my credit card. Is that cynical or just common sense?

“Thomas,” she hisses.

CHAPTERTEN

Amelia

I’m reeling from the orgasm, the release still pumping through me, tingly hands of pleasure stroking all over my body. Now that it’s happened—oh, God, it was searing, soul-aching, completely new, and wonderful—I can think alittlemore clearly.

When I pull up my tights and skirt, Thomas’ lips turn into a severe frown. There’s that animal glint in his eyes, like he had outside my rented room, standing in the rain.

“You said you couldn’t stay away, and now this, the graffiti. How are you a liar? Let’s start there.”

“We’re notstartinganywhere,” he growls. “You know everything you need to.”

“How’s that, huh?” I snap. “Right now, I knownothing. So I don’t see how that makes sense.”

He raises his hand as if to touch my face tenderly. I have to slide out of his reach. If I don’t, I won’t be able to keep up this icy shield and do what Imust. Get answers and ignore that voice whispering inside that I’m lucky a multibillionaire—a handsome, savage British heartthrob to boot—is even interested in me. I won’t think like that, like I have to grovel just because he’s given me his attention.

“Thomas?”

He groans, running a hand through his silver hair. “Why do you want to know so badly, eh? Want to know how deep you’ve got your hooks in?”

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