The Billionaire's Christmas Bride (Big Bad Billionaires #3) - L. Steele Page 0,81
on the back of my neck rises. Say something…anything to break the silence. I lower my arms to my sides, "Do…do you mean that?" I ask.
He tilts his head, drums his fingers on his chest, then straightens, "Want me to show you?"
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What the fuck am I playing at? Why are you allowing her to see how much she affects you? Peeing on her? Seriously? Fucking fuck, it’s not something that had crossed my mind… Not before her. Is that how much I want to possess her? Is that how much I want to imprint myself on every cell of her body? My vision narrows. The hair on my forearms rises. This crazy-ass need to own her… It’s new, it’s different, it’s real. I bend my knees, peer into her face.
Her pupils are blown; the blue in them has deepened to an almost purple. Her cheeks are flushed, her pulse skitters at the base of her neck. "Do you, Princess?"
"I..." She bites the inside of her cheek, then lowers her chin, "I do."
"I didn’t hear you."
She draws in a breath, tips up her chin. She takes a step forward until her toes bump mine. "I want you to show how much you want me, what you’ll do to possess me, how much you need to ensure that no one will have me like you do."
"Good." I step away from the entrance of the shower stall, jerk my chin, "After you."
She frowns, then walks past me. I follow her past the bath tub, out the door of the ensuite, into the bedroom. She approaches the foot of the bed.
"Stop," I call out.
She pauses, angles her body.
"Don’t turn around."
She trembles, but obeys.
I stalk over to her, wrap the towel I'd snatched on my way out of the bathroom around her shoulders, drag it down her back, over the lush curves of her butt, her strong calves, about those shapely ankles—that I want locked around my neck, fast.
She gasps.
I straighten, then circle around to her front.
Her chest rises and falls.
I lower my gaze to her chest and her shoulders quiver. I pat the towel about her creamy breasts; her nipples pucker. I lower my head, bite down on the pebbled flesh. She moans.
A droplet of water slides down the valley between her breasts. I lick it up, then follow the trail of another down to her belly button. I curl my tongue into the indentation; she groans. Lower my face to her pussy and close my mouth around the delectable flesh. She gasps, and the sound of her pleasure percolates into my cells, filters through my blood, straight to my balls.
I straighten, peer into her face.
"Get on the bed—on your back, legs apart, pussy exposed, hands behind your neck, so you can’t touch yourself," I growl.
Her muscles quiver.
"Do it," I snap.
She scrambles up on the bed, turns around, lies flat, spreads her knees, locks her fingers behind her neck.
I smile, "My, aren’t you the obedient one today."
She glowers at me and I widen my stance. I draw the towel, now damp with the water from her body, down my chest, my stomach, my thighs. Her gaze follows my every move, her pupils dilated, breasts swollen. I toss aside the towel, lower my gaze to her pussy, to where the evidence of her arousal drips down her inner thigh. My dick throbs; my groin hardens.
I lean over, scoop up her cum, and suck on it.
She whines.
"Want some?"
She nods.
I tilt my head, arch an eyebrow. "Maybe later." I smirk, "If you've been good enough, that is."
She groans, mumbles something under her breath.
"What’s that, Princess?"
She stares at me, then presses her lips together.
I laugh, "You’re learning fast."
I fist my cock, swipe it from root to tip. She glances at it and her lips part.
"Want a taste of this?"
She pouts, doesn’t reply.
"Damn, but you beat me at my own game, huh?"
She scowls.
I chuckle. Then walk around the bed to the side table, pull it open and get a condom.
I slip it on, walk back to the foot of the bed.
"Soft fuck or hard fuck?"
She purses her lips.
"Both?" I tilt my head, "Neither?"
She shakes her head.
"One after the other, maybe?"
She swallows; her chest rises and falls.
"Maybe I should decide, huh?" I tap a finger to my chin. "Perhaps I should surprise you?"
I lean over, grab her by her ankles.
She squeaks.
I pull her forward, until her hips are almost at the edge. I kneel on the bed, draw her legs over my shoulders, position my dick at her entrance.