Page 35 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

“I belong to you,” I cried out, barely able to concentrate on what he was saying.

“That’s right. You belong to me and I belong to you.”

He kissed me again and I kissed him back fiercely. I bucked around his fingers as I went over the precipice and felt wave after wave of one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had. I quivered in his hands as my mind left my body and I saw stars bursting in my eyes. I let out a low guttural scream as the orgasm ripped right through me, sending my shaking and bucking against him.

Still he held me up and continued to thrust his fingers into me. Then he abruptly let go of my hands and turned me against the wall. He dropped his pants and his boxers and kicked apart my legs, then grasped on to my hips, pulling them outwards and arching my back as he slid the length of his cock inside me. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back and growled in my ear. “You belong to me!” He fucked me until I could stand no more, and he pumped his copious seed deep within me.

Strong arms wrapped around me and he turned me round to face him. He showered my face with soft kisses and he mouthed hoarsely. “You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

I reached up and kissed him deeply, tears of relief streaming down my face. He knew exactly what I needed. I had needed him to dominate me in that all-consuming way, making it clear he wanted to possess me.

He held me in his arms and caressed me. Afterwards, we cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom before collapsing onto his bed. He quickly fell into a deep sleep.

I couldn’t sleep. There was no way I could fall asleep after that experience. It blew my mind. I didn’t know Christos could be like that. So aggressively sexual, so dominant. There was something about it that deeply turned me on. In fact, there was something special about Christos that turned me on. Maybe it was because he was a little bit older, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I had experienced the most intense sex of my life, much better than any of the sex I’d had with Adam, and the more I was with Christos, the more I craved him. My pussy ached from the pounding he had given me but it was an exquisite ache.

I was really falling deeply for Christos. The feelings were uncomplicated and raw. It was just simply love. Any doubts I had with my lingering feelings for Adam just melted away in comparison to the love I was developing for Christos. I watched him sleep, his long eyelashes dusting his cheeks and his curled up mouth slightly open. He really represented masculine beauty at its finest. I kissed him gently on the cheek.

He began to stir. I smiled up at him and he kissed me on the nose. “Was I asleep for long?”

“No, just an hour or so.”

“I’m so tired,” he yawned.

“Me too. I couldn’t sleep though. Tell me more about this bacchanalia.”

He shifted so that he was resting his head on his arm tucked underneath him. “Well it seems like that’s all The Order was about last night, getting drunk and having orgies. Although it’s hard to tell for sure if there’s more than that having only been to one event. You know, there were at least twenty people in the pool having a gang bang, and all around me there were people having sex. At one point these two guys tried to get me to join them, but I told them no way.” He chuckled.

I laughed at the thought of Christos being with two men. I couldn’t wrap my mind around that image.

“It must have been eye opening, seeing all of that going on.”

“It was definitely an eye opener.”

“It makes me think about Adam and his involvement with The Order. He never told me about any orgies. Maybe he was involved in them, I don’t know. I don’t seem to know anything about him anymore.”

“Oh come on, you did know him. I’m sure he didn’t partake in them when he was with you. Come to think of it, I never saw any of your other friends there tonight.”

“Who? Helena, Nathan and Foxy?”

“Yeah. Unless I missed them in the middle of the gang bang.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t have thought it would be their thing.”

“Maybe not. So I change my mind. Maybe there is something more to The Order than orgies and drinking.”

“I’d guess so. If we think The Order was involved in the deaths of several students, including Adam’s then there must have been something else going on, something deeper. Adam said as much in his final phone call to me.”

“What was Adam like in the last few months before he died?”

I thought about it for a moment. “He was more withdrawn, I guess. I mean, he was normally such a happy go lucky guy, full of fun, the life and soul of the party, that kind of thing. But in the months running up to his death, his moods became darker and he withdrew from a lot of things. His grades started suffering too, which he was upset about as he was always wanting to impress Professor Owens. But it was like he stopped caring about his courses because there was something else on his mind. And when he said he had found out about something in his last call, it made me think he had stumbled on something serious. I just wish I had gotten the voicemail a lot earlier than I did.”

Christos stroked my hair. “You can’t blame yourself.”

“I do sometimes blame myself. If I’d had my phone with me I’d have spoken to him earlier and not come home to find him in a coma.”

He pulled me tight against him.

I looked up at him. “It just makes me want to find out who is responsible for his death. He was withdrawn but he wasn’t suicidal. There’s no way Adam killed himself. It just didn’t fit his personality.”

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