Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
She said hoarsely, “Mijnheer—-”
“You’re too fucking innocent.” His tone was as savage as the need that glittered in his blue eyes, and Ilse managed to swallow back the moan that threatened to slip past her lips.
“You even have to ask me why I don’t kiss you—-”
Aaaaah. His eyes roamed her body in a way that couldn’t be described as anything but lustful, and Ilse desperately tried not to think about the way her breasts had started to ache.
“It’s because I know if I have just one taste of your mouth...”
Ilse had been the recipient of just about every kind of proposition there was in her line of work, and yet none of those indecent proposals had made her feel so unbearably hot and bothered, none of them able to make heat sinuously dance over her spine the way the billionaire’s words could.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
The billionaire moved closer, and this time a whimper escaped Ilse as her aching breasts swelled even more. Her nipples puckered to life, grazing his chest, and she whimpered anew.
“I’d want to fuck you.”
Liquid heat spread to the lower half of her body, and Ilse hurriedly pressed her legs together in a futile effort to stifle her body’s reaction.
She had asked for this, Ilse thought dazedly, and now she was paying for it.
Even seeing how his words had shocked and frightened her, the billionaire could also see arousal flaring into life in her beautiful brown eyes, and the sight stoked his need to new heights.
“Do you hear me, babe,” he rasped. “I’d want to fuck you over and over—-”
Aaaaaah. Ilse’s hands flew up to cover her trembling mouth as the billionaire pressed his body harder towards her—-
And that was when she felt it.
And that was when she started to struggle.
But it was too late.
Jaak ground his erection harder towards her, and Ilse’s fingers curled against his chest.
“Jaak—-”
His nostrils flared. It was her first time to call him by his name, and he had never heard something more arousing in his life.
“Say it again,” he growled. “Say my name, babe. Say it—-”
“Jaak,” she choked out, helpless against the command in his tone.
His control almost snapped, and his hands swept down the sides of her body.
She bit her lip hard at the feel of the billionaire’s hands caressing and roaming over her skin—-
But then she felt his fingers cup her ass.
Her eyes flew to his just as his fingers dug into the soft, plump skin, and then he was pulling her closer towards him—-
The unmistakable rigid and throbbing feel of his erection rubbed against the triangle between her legs, and Ilse shuddered.
Oooooooooh...Gooooooood...
“If I kiss you, I fuck you. Do you understand?”
Ilse knew she should say something, do something, but God, it was so hard to think with the way the billionaire’s cock kept rubbing against her core, its head nudging her aroused clit.
“I only have to listen to you having a shower, and I could cum—-”
Her lips parted in a silent moan.
“And it’s the same for you, isn’t it?” His cock throbbed against her quivering pussy with every word, and whatever inhibitions she had left faded at the mounting desire inside of her.
It didn’t matter that they were outside, where anyone could find out what they were doing.
None of it mattered except—-
The billionaire chose that moment to bend his head and lick the tender skin of her neck, and she arched against him with a moan. The movement had his cock pressing harder into her folds, and she moaned again.
The naked sound of her desire made the billionaire swear. “You’re so fucking hot, babe.” He started to suck hard on her neck and was rewarded with Ilse pressing her shuddering body closer to him. “You like how you turn me on, don’t you? When you take a shower, and you know I’m listening, you’ve probably thought of me imagining you...and you like that you drive me mad, don’t you?”
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
And Ilse’s control threatened to slip as the agonizing truth of his words swept over her highly sensitized skin.
And then she felt it—-
His hands starting to move under her skirt, skimming her bare thighs—-
All of a sudden, her brother’s face popped into her mind.
Jan—-
Jan, who only had her—-
Jan, who needed her to be strong and whole—-
A cry escaped her as Ilse somehow found the strength to place her hands against the billionaire’s chest as she tried pushing him away. “S-stop. Please.”
Even though it was a shamefully weak attempt, the billionaire slowly loosened his hold at the first sign of resistance, and Ilse scrambled away, panting.
The billionaire was also breathing hard, but his blue eyes stayed with her, hard and intense, and she knew then that there was no going back from here.
“I’m sorry.”
The billionaire’s hardened expression didn’t change. “You wanted it as much as I did.” When she only gave him a small nod, he demanded furiously, “Then what changed?” He watched her turn her head away from him, and his frustration seethed.