Page 46 of The Billionaire Submissive
He sat back in his chair and sipped his wine, fighting not to let his lips twitch into a smug smile. “That’s a very good rule to have. I think I’ll adopt it myself.”
Surprised, she sat up a little straighter, her eyes losing some of the sadness. “You will?”
“Yes. No reckless declarations of love until they’re undying. In fact, I’ll even swear not to make any such professions until and unless you’ve said the same to me.”
She frowned a little, as if unsure her message had been received or not. Ricardo returned to clear their bowls and lay down the next course. “Beef Wellington with pureed sweet potatoes and sautéed spinach. I hope you like your meat medium, Miss Harrison?”
“Forbeef, yes. Medium is fine.” Though her smile of appreciation in Donovan’s direction spoke volumes about what she thought about his size.
Roaring with laugher, Ricardo headed for the kitchen. “You’ve got a keeper, Donnie.”
“Don’t I know it, Ricky.”
Her eyes narrowed, her fingers drummed on the table and when she spoke, her voice edged down into Mistress L command territory. “Didn’t you hear a word I said?”
Ignoring her irritation, he sliced into the perfectly cooked filet. “I heard every single word.”
She gave up trying to intimidate him with such scents wafting up from her plate. She slipped a bite of tender steak and flaky crust into her mouth and melted. He wouldn’t have batted an eye if she slipped right out of her chair to puddle on the floor.
Just you wait until I get you in my bed tonight, Lilly without the Mistress L. Just you wait.
Chapter Fourteen
Standing at the bathroom door in a sexy little negligee, Lilly couldn’t quite find the courage to turn the door handle.
This is stupid. I’ve spanked his ass and destroyed his condo already. So why am I nervous now?
Because Lilly stood here, not the Mistress.
Me.
All the playing and tormenting was natural for her. Teasing him by going commando or playing dress up with some designer labels was fun. But this…
This felt too much like a honeymoon. It had that kind of significance and weight to it.
Donovan wants to makeloveto me tonight.
When things got too heavy and emotional, she wouldn’t have the Mistress to retreat to. For fuck’s sake, it’d been her suggestion. No scene. No dominance and submission. No crop, no toys, no bondage.
Just sex.
They’d had just sex before already today, but this still felt different. He hadn’t even touched her yet and her skin felt raw and overly sensitive. She’d tried to explain her stance about love and commitment, but she had a feeling she could club him over the head with a 2x4 and he still wouldn’t get what she was trying to say.Don’t count on me falling in love. Protect your heart, Donovan. The Mistress can be a cold, unfeeling bitch who’s not going to settle for polite affection or even friendship.
She wants the whole thing. She wants you body and heart and soul for all time. Your pride can’t stand up to that for long.
Staring at herself in the mirror, she made herself really look. The nipples hard and erect. The light sheen of sweat on her skin. The fire in her eyes. Thin and sheer, the tiny skirt clung to her curves. A tiny satin thong covered her cleft, drawn tight by the moisture betraying her desire.
I want him, yes. But I don’t love him.
Shewantedto love him. She’d dreamed about having a submissive like him, so bossy and arrogant and proud, determined to defy her wishes. Because when it came to submission, those kind of men fell the hardest. When he’d gone to his knees for her, whoa. She’d never felt more of a rush. It’d been exhilarating and moving and soul-searingly deep.
But it wasn’t love.
And someday, proud Mr. Morgan would decide that lover boy and sexy beast weren’t as important as keeping his ego intact and he’d move on.
Enjoy him while it lasts, she told herself in the mirror.Eat pie off his sinful body. Whip his glorious ass as often as he lets you. Relish his sexy growls and his shaking vulnerability and save those moments up to feed your fantasies later.
Once he’s moved on.
