Bedded and DeceivedA Billionaire Revenge Romance Novel - Marian Tee Page 0,18

attracted her the most about Dmitry. He reminded her of those predators, and he was like her own beautiful and deadly jaguar, with his bluish-black hair and glittering golden eyes.

As the billionaire strode towards her, she couldn't help but tremble in a mixture of excitement and fear, and Tahey felt a serious lack of oxygen when Dmitry finally came close—-

Just inches away now, so, so close that there was no mistaking the violent edge of his strength, no way but to feel the raw feral streak in him that could break free from its leash at any moment.

And right now, he was already on the brink of turning savage, jealousy burning so brightly in his golden gaze that her head started to reel—-

Just as no one could ever feel completely safe sleeping next to a predator...

It was the same with her boss.

Dmitry Adrianov, she thought dazedly, would never be safe.

Chapter Eight

She was doing it again. Doe eyes staring up at him with unconcealed yearning. Big dark eyes pleading with him to pounce on her. Devour her. Violate her. Beautiful dreamy eyes that promised everything of her was his.

And he was so fucking tired of saying no to those eyes.

Goddamn tired.

And pissed.

So fucking pissed that he had reasons to say no in the first place.

"Why the hell did you have to come into my life?" Dmitry gritted out. "Why couldn't you have just stayed away, damn you?"

Tahey couldn't believe what she was hearing him say, and she found it even harder to believe the things that she was hearing him not say in between those words.

"D-Dmitry..." She hadn't planned saying his name like that. She had always been careful, had always addressed him as 'Mr. Adrianov' or 'sir'. But all of a sudden, she found herself saying his name, and oh God...

When she saw the way his eyes blazed with lust at hearing his name on her lips...

Oh God.

"Dmitry."

She just had to say it again. Just had to see if she hadn't imagining it, and this time she didn't just see it. It wasn't just the same blaze of lust from his golden eyes. This time, she heard it, too. This time, his name on her lips had him growling - a sound that was as savage as it was erotic, and it had every inch of her body blossoming into life.

Her breasts grew heavy and swollen, and her nipples started to pucker up. The triangle between her legs began to quiver, and moisture gradually lined her now-throbbing folds.

She had never felt like this before, and it felt strange even as it felt right.

So perfectly right.

Because it was him, Dmitry, that made her body feel this way.

She raised dazed eyes to his, wanting and needing him to tell her what was going to happen next. Surely it couldn't just be this? Just couldn't be, right? And so her lips parted, and she found herself once again saying his name. "Dmitry?"

And third time proved to be the charm.

Because this time she didn't just see or hear the fierceness of his desire.

This time, she felt it, too.

The moment he came close and his large, strong hands clasped her face—-

Oh, how she felt it.

His hot, beautiful mouth crushing hers, his lips prying hers open, and then it was his tongue thrusting in—-

Oh God.

Slow, lazy strokes. Hard and fast stabs. His tongue knew every move there was to drive her crazy, and Tahey could feel herself steadily unraveling as his tongue continued to fuck her mouth in a way she had never dreamed of.

When he started sucking on her tongue, she could only gasp, and when he ordered her to do the same, she obeyed his command, tentatively then eagerly, so swept away that she found herself clutching at him - fingers first digging into the hard muscles of his arms, and when this wasn't enough, her hands moved up, and her arms eventually found their way around his neck.

The new position had Tahey's body molding instinctively against Dmitry's length, and the billionaire released a rough growl in her mouth at the feel of her nipples scraping his chest.

His kiss deepened even as he knew that he should take things slow and easy.

This was her first time, dammit.

He should be gentle and tender.

But then he heard Tahey whimper and felt her wriggling closer to his body—-

Fuck.

Fuck gentle. Fuck tender.

Fuck.

Tahey could only whimper anew when Dmitry suddenly swept her up in his arms without breaking his kiss. A moment later, and her heart was banging away