Page 34 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

“Unbelievable. So you’re telling me that you were at an orgy and you didn’t do anything with anyone? Why don’t I believe you?”

“I don’t know. You should believe me. It’s the truth.”

“I don’t like it. All these women coming on to you? I have a hard time believing you didn’t enjoy having gorgeous women throwing themselves at you and letting them touch you. After all, look at you. You’re like a Greek god. You’re not exactly horrible to look at. Are you sure someone didn’t tempt you at least a little bit?”

He stood up and took hold of my hands.

“I’m telling you, nothing happened. I’m not the type of guy to juggle more than one woman at a time. Why would I jeopardize what we have? I only went because I had to as a new member of The Order. In fact, I thought it was just a meeting and hoped to get some information out of the members about the suspicious deaths, but it didn’t turn out to be like that.”

I stared up at his face, my own face like stone. He looked surprised and hurt by my reaction, enclosing his hands around my wrists and pulling them behind my back.

“What is it, huh? Are you jealous?”

“No!”

“Yes you are! You’re jealous. Well, you have no need to be, Amber. I want you and only you.”

“So you went to an orgy. That’s clever of you!”

“Only because I had to go. What can I do to make you understand?”

I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t try to get away from his hands either, which were gripping my wrists tightly together behind my back.

He walked me back and slammed me up against the wall, bringing my arms forward and pinning them against the wall above my head. He kissed me fiercely.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and lust. “I only want you. Do you get that?”

I couldn’t say anything, just felt my legs beginning to buckle. His words shot through me and melted away all my anger and jealousy. My pussy was throbbing with need.

He wouldn’t let go of my wrists, holding them above my head with one hand, as his free hand roamed down my face and around my neck. He squeezed my neck a little, staring straight into my eyes. He kissed me again. Then his hand moved down to my chest and yanked open my dress, which had buttons down the front. A few of the buttons popped off as he pulled at the fabric and exposed my breasts. He grabbed my nipple and pulled it, rubbing it between his finger and thumb.

“What do I want?”

“I don’t know…” I mumbled, unable to really get the words out.

“Tell me what I want,” His voice gritty with anger and desire.

“You want me.”

He pulled on my nipple and I sucked my breath in between my teeth as the delicious pain traveled all the way from my breast down in between my legs.

“You want me.” My voice was thin and reedy.

“Again. Louder.”

“You want me and only me.” I said it louder.

“That’s it. You’re all I want.”

Keeping my arms in place, his free hand roamed down in between my legs and pulled my panties roughly aside. He slid his finger inside my sopping wet pussy and began to finger me as though it was his cock inside me. His thumb found my clit and made circles around the highly sensitive skin as I shuddered beneath him.

He roughly fingered me, sliding another finger then another, so that there were three fingers filling me up. I moaned helplessly as he pinned me to the wall. He was partially holding me up with his hand, as my own knees had turned to jelly.

He stared into my eyes and snarled, “Who do you belong to?”

“You…” I breathed, as his fingers deftly brought me close to the edge.

“Tell me who you belong to!”

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