Bedded and DeceivedA Billionaire Revenge Romance Novel - Marian Tee Page 0,13

never been snooty, hadn't ever rubbed in the fact that he was a billionaire and he could buy her a hundred times over.

But now they were outside work...

Dmitry noticed the change in his secretary's demeanor as soon as they had boarded the jet. She seemed rather subdued, and he frowned, asking bluntly, "What's wrong?"

Tahey quickly pinned a smile to her lips. "Nothing, Mr. Adrianov."

"Don't lie," he said curtly, "and don't waste my time making me ask you the same thing twice."

"I'm just feeling rather...overwhelmed."

"About what?"

"Just things." She was hoping that would be enough, but when she saw the way Dmitry had started glaring at her again, she added hurriedly, "Things like..." Tahey lowered her gaze and felt her insides churning a little as she heard herself admit, "How way out of my league you are."

She waited for Dmitry to answer her, but when she finally looked up, it was to find her boss already walking away.

Classic.

And somehow, that - more than anything else - actually cheered her up. Billionaire or not, Dmitry would always be rude and mean, and for some reason, that made him seem a lot more...reachable.

With Dmitry locking himself in the office as soon as they were on board, it was left to Sasha to give Tahey a tour once the jet had cleared takeoff. From the lounge they were in, Sasha walked her down a hallway where all the suites were.

"This is your room," Sasha told her.

Tahey was stunned. Her own room?

"It's across Dmitry's, in case you wanted to know."

Tahey turned red. "I..."

"You're welcome."

Sasha's tone was of wicked amusement, and the sound had Tahey turning even redder. "I'm, um...I gotta go." She disappeared into her suite and allowed herself a silent sigh as soon as she had shut the door shut behind her.

Gaaaah.

Sasha might not be rude like his big brother, but he was definitely just as mean—-

Her phone started vibrating, and she drew it out of her pocket, thinking it was a call about work.

But it wasn't.

Chapter Six

Dmitry closed his eyes as icy cold water blasted down from the shower head. Don't think about her. Don't. Just fucking don't.

But his mind was stubborn and perverse, and instead of simply taunting him with images of Tahey, it did something a hundred times worse.

I'm in love with you.

Dmitry bit back a groan as the scene played back over and over in his mind.

Fuck.

The memory persisted, and all he could see was the way her lovely face stared up at him with her big, dark eyes...

I'm in love with you.

His mind continued to taunt him, focusing on the rapid rise and fall of her chest under the thin cotton of her blouse, and he cursed under his breath even as his hand was already moving down, his fingers slowly curling around the throbbing length of his dick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His hand started to move as he imagined it was Tahey's fingers that were wrapped around his erection. He tried to imagine how she would react at his dick. It would probably be the first cock she'd have seen in real life, wouldn't it? Probably would make her gasp, with her rosebud lips forming a small 'O'...

Fuck.

His hand moved faster as he imagined how his big hard cock would fit Tahey's mouth. It was cute and small, but what if it was too small for his size? She would probably have to work hard to fit him in, maybe even make a cute choking sound...

Fuck.

This last one did it for him, and Dmitry gritted his teeth as he began to ejaculate, his seed shooting out in powerful spurts that had him biting back groan after groan.

Fuuuuuuuck.

A shudder rocked the billionaire's frame as his dick twitched, and he spent himself one last time.

Dmitry knew what he was doing wasn't right. It was sick and perverted, with the way he imagined doing all sorts of things to Tahey while pleasuring himself. He knew he should stop, and he had tried, dammit. Tried every goddamn thing he could to kill his desire for Tahey...

But nothing worked.

He only wanted her.

The girl he used to despise and still had every reason to despise.

And yet...

Dmitry walked back into the lounge, expecting to see both Sasha and Tahey. Instead, there was just his brother, and he tried to convince himself her absence meant nothing.

Sasha waited until Dmitry had taken his seat before speaking. "If you're looking for your secretary—-"

"I wasn't," Dmitry refuted right away.

Sasha would normally rib his brother over the blatant lie, but not right now.