Page 119 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"The bloody fuck—?"
His grip tightens.
"You lied to me?"
"Nothing you didn’t do first. I was returning the favor."
His fingertips dig into my side, "You were using me?"
"As were you."
"You wanted me to feel guilty about taking your virginity?"
"Do you?" I glance at him and wince.
His face is all hard planes and shadows. His cheekbones stand out so sharply that I could cut my skin on them.
"No." He sets his jaws with a snap, and I can literally hear the sound of his molars grinding. "You want to know how it makes me feel, Bird?"
A vein throbs at his temple.
"Answer me."
"H… how?"
A bead of sweat slides down his temple; a muscle jumps at his jaw line. The white lines that crease his mouth reveal how close he is to losing control. The force of his dominance leaps off of him, and crashes down on my shoulders. It pins me down. I stare unable to move. Unable to glance away.
His hand slides down my belly and grazes my clit. Sensations of heat spiral from his touch. He leans his upper body closer, until the hard planes of his chest seem to envelop me from all sides.
I gulp; my toes curl. What’s he going to do next?
He drops his head and licks my lips, "It makes me want to fuck the defiance out of you, so you’ll never lie to me again."
My throat closes. A ball of emotion fills my chest. All of my brain cells seem to ignite together. How can he sound so harsh, so uncompromising, yet so filthy at the same time? And why the hell do I find it so arousing? My pussy spasms and he groans.
"You like the thought of that, eh?"
Yes.
Yes.
I shake my head.
"Still lying, hmm?" He tilts his hips, and his dick twitches. "Time you learned not to lie." He pinches my clit.
More wetness pools between my legs. A moan bleeds from my lips.
His shoulders bulge, his biceps seem to grow larger. "Those tiny sounds you make fucking turn me on, you know that?" His eyelids half close, until only a sliver of indigo shines from between them. I shiver. His features close, his gaze intensifies.
"I don’t want to hurt you."
I swallow.
"Though I am beginning to think you like it when I do."
I bite the inside of my cheek, to stop myself from agreeing.
He pulls out of me and the pain recedes; he stays poised at the entrance to my lower lips. His fingers strum my clit. I shiver. He releases my hip to bring his other hand up to cup my breast. His palm is so big, it dwarfs my flesh. My nipples grow turgid. He tugs at the sensitive peaks, and I shudder. Throw my head back, arching my neck. He drags his chin down the delicate column. My scalp tingles, my toes curl.
