Bedded and DeceivedA Billionaire Revenge Romance Novel - Marian Tee Page 0,19

against her chest, with the unmistakable feel of a soft, luxurious bed molding against her back.

Oh God.

For one moment, she was terrified, knowing that once Dmitry made her his, there would be no going back. No pretending that her feelings for him could be anything but love—-

But when he suddenly wrenched his mouth off hers and stared down at her as he asked—-

"Are you sure?"

The coldness inside of her thawed, the terror fading as the warmth of her feelings surged up.

She looked up at him, wanting Dmitry to see the truth in her eyes match her answer as she said simply, "Yes."

The weight of his body covered hers in the next instant, and she couldn't help but moan, couldn't help but wrap her limbs around the muscular length of his body. She had thought he would make her feel suffocated, but instead she found herself craving more of his weight. He was so much bigger and harder, and that he was made her feel so much more smaller and softer—-

Aaah!

His mouth had suddenly latched on to the side of her neck, sucking hungrily at a rather sensitive spot that she never even knew existed until that moment. Her eyes closed, and her neck arched. Her nails scraped his back, and her body began to writhe. But still he went on, sucking for such a long time that she could almost believe he was a vampire claiming her for eternity.

When his mouth finally lifted, she was able to breathe a little more easily, but it was a short-lived reprieve, and soon she found herself panting once more, with Dmitry now working on getting rid of her clothes.

In moments, she was naked, but she barely had time to process this as Dmitry pulled back to start undressing himself. She forgot all about her nakedness as more and more of his clothes were thrown to the floor, and the sight of his increasing nudity left her riveted.

Holy, holy mooooooly.

She knew he was hot. That was a given from the very start. But she had never seen him without clothes before, never even caught him shirtless, and so to go from zero to complete exposure to Dmitry's naked body in a single moment...

"Oh God."

Tahey wasn't even aware of whispering the words out loud until she heard Dmitry chuckle, and she found herself turning red even as pleasure spread inside of her. It was the very first time she had heard him laugh, and she couldn't savor its sound even as her eyes hungrily roamed Dmitry's body.

Dmitry couldn't believe how much pleasure he was deriving from having Tahey staring at his body. "You like what you see?" he asked gruffly and received such a fervent nod in response that he couldn't keep his lips from twitching.

Oh my God. Tahey couldn't believe it. Dmitry had just smiled. Well, it was barely one actually, but still. And more amazingly...

"You have dimples," she blurted out.

"Shut up."

Tahoma watched in awe as a dark flush stained her boss's high-boned cheeks. My. Oh my. Dmitry was embarrassed by the fact that he had dimples?

"Is that why you rarely smile?"

Dmitry was torn between irritation, exasperation, and amusement. That he was a scary son of a bitch was a fact. He had been born one and was likely to die as one, too, and in most cases, he was scary enough that most people, from both sexes, never asked him questions that they knew would only likely result in having their heads chewed off.

Tahey, obviously, wasn't one of those people. She was scared of him in some ways, but other times like now...

"Will you just shut up and let me fuck you?"

Tahey's eyes widened.

Wasn't that his way of saying she had guessed right?

Wasn't it?

Seeing that Tahey was about to speak some more, Dmitry decided enough was enough and reached for his cock. As expected, Tahey was distracted right away, and he didn't know whether to find it cute or worrying. She could be such a gullible fool, dammit.

Tahey was unable to take her gaze off the sight of Dmitry's fingers stroking his own erection. Gosh. God. Golly. She found herself unable to even think straight and couldn't help gulping as his cock continued to swell in size.

"Do you want to touch it?"

The rare purr in Dmitry's voice made her breasts ache even harder, and she could feel herself growing even wetter at the sound of it. Did she want to touch it? She stared at his cock and heard herself whisper, "I d-don't