Page 3 of Marked By the Billionaire
A jolt of life.
A piece of something raw that no one else has touched.
A slice of reality that doesn’t exist for me inside my bank account walls.
I step out from behind the popcorn stand, the scent of butter surrounding me as her eyes meet mine. They’re soft and sweet. A little nervous, maybe.
What the fuck am I doing? I used to have morals… at least I think I did.
“You’re Penelope, I assume.” I reach out my hand, and she slides into mine, her hand soft and small.
“Yeah.” Her voice is gentle, youthful. “Sorry I’m late. The road was slow going.”
It’s an excuse, though I can’t figure why she’d lie about it. “You sure?”
“Actually,” she clears her throat and tips her chin up toward me, “the road wasn’t that bad. I’m just tired, but I know you paid for rested, so… I didn’t want to admit it. Then I figured you’d be able to tell I was lying, so I told the truth. Now I sound like an idiot. Sorry. I’ve never sold my virginity before.” She plays with her long ponytail as she speaks. “I mean, of course I haven’t, but I mean… I’m nervous is all.”
My cock thumps against my zipper at the thought of her edgy little tirade. This is exactly what I need. Something messy and real. Someone who doesn’t say all the right things. Someone to get my mind working in ways it hasn’t in years. Someone who can defy me, make me think.
I study her face as she stumbles through the words. There’s no polish, no pretense. There are just raw, unfiltered nerves braided into every syllable. She’s sweating the silence between her lines, fingers looping that ponytail like it’s a lifeline.
“This isn’t about sounding perfect,” I say, letting my voice drop an octave. “It’s about honesty. I’ve never experienced anything real, and I’d like to know what it’s like.”
Her brows narrow. “What does that mean? You drank that cider. That was real. You’re standing here at Fall-Fest. That’s real.”
Okay, she is simply precious.
“I should be more specific.” I straighten my shirt as a family walks by with donuts in their hands, the sugar sprinkling to the ground as they move. “I have this fixation in my head that a virgin is the purest human form. That you represent something not yet edited, something untouched by the world’s bargaining,” I pause, “until now.”
She narrows her gaze. “If you’re talking about my body, you’d be right. I’ve never been touched. Not even a kiss.”
“Not even a kiss? A peck?” It’s hard to believe that, given the way her hips dip inward, and her ass rounds out.
“Never.”
“Can I ask why?”
“No real reason.” She shrugs. “I’m just busy, I guess.”
“Busy? What are you busy with?” The details of her life are interesting to me, like a social experiment.
“Work.” Her eyes are wide and flat as she speaks. “I have three jobs and go to college full time.”
“For what?”
“For what?” She taps her foot against the gravel path. “What’s with all the questions? I thought this was about sex?”
“It is.” I clear my throat. “You’re right, but are you against getting to know each other first?”
A hawk caws overhead as she looks me over. “Won’t knowing me ruin the fantasy? Aren’t you supposed to tie me up, make me beg, and tell me how tight I am or something?”
“We could talk about how tight you are if that’s what you’re most comfortable with.” I offer a slow grin.
She nods, wetting her lips. “I think we should stay on topic.”
“Okay.” I walk and invite her next to me, our conversation turning to perversion as we stroll the streets of Fall-Fest when I ask, “How tight are you? Have you ever… used toys? Vibrators, dildos, an occasional cucumber?”
She stares down at the gravel and shakes her head, and a shot of something sick rumbles into my cock.
