Page 27 of The Billionaire Dating Game

“No.” Candice held his gaze, not backing down, and her defiance only galled him. “I only like your kisses.” She unbuckled his belt and drew his zipper down. Freed him. And instantly he hardened.

“He had his tongue in your mouth,” he hissed. “Did you like tasting him?”

She lowered her head over his stiff dick and looked up at him from under her lashes. The leash he was keeping on his anger almost gave way to desire as her lips pursed above him.

Almost.

“The only person I want to taste is you.” She licked the droplet of precum beading at the tip of his dick.

Givno!

Then his world spun on its axis, and she took him between her wet lips. His heart said she was trying to soothe him with her long deep strokes as she ran her tongue up the undercarriage of his length before retreating to his base, as she sucked on his balls the way he’d taught her. But when he closed his eyes in bliss, all he saw was Candice against the wall being kissed by Rodriguez. And he was fucking angry again.

Gripping her hair, he brought her down his dick until he hit the back of her throat. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away, and he groaned. “Rodriguez is going to pay for touching you.” He wantedherto pay for hurting him.

Lifting Candice onto the sofa, he positioned her on her hands and knees.

“Alexei…” Her throaty moan undid him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” she panted.

He pushed her dress over her hips and pulled her panties to her knees. “Or would you prefer I was Rodriguez?” He spanked her ass, hard, before running his dick along her passage, tapping the mushroomed head against her clit.

“Oh gosh, Alexei, please.”

He groaned, finding her slick. “You’re so fucking wet, malo svitla. Is it for me?”

“Hmm.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” she cried.

He slammed into her pussy, and she gripped his length deliciously, pushing back against him. But he was in control. Withdrawing, he shoved forward again and again with rapid, hard thrusts that clenched his balls into a vise. The room spun until nothing but their labored breaths and the wet slapping of their fucking filled his ears.

Raw.

Hard.

Angry sex.

She spasmed beneath him, body stiffening on the cusp of an orgasm. Candice reached backward, sinking her hands into his hair but he yanked it away, pinning her arm behind her back as his pace increased. “You don’t have permission to touch me,” he growled.

She moaned, her body going rigid. “I’m…Ohh!”

“I own your pleasure,” he said, then buried his dick at the entrance of her womb and came. He didn’t retreat until every last drop coated her walls.

He ought to let her go, but he couldn’t. Ought to hate her, but even now, whether she believed it or not, he knew she deserved better than Rodriguez. He closed his eyes. After tonight, she deserved better than him.

He stood to leave when she grabbed his arm. “Let go, Candice.”

“No. Not until you hear me out.”

When she sat, he saw what he’d done to her dress…hair…swollen lips, and guilt clenched his stomach.

“Yes, he kissed me,” she admitted, her grip tightening on his wrist. “But I pushed him away. At first I was stunned, but I sure as shit didn’t kiss him back.”

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