How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires (16 page)

            “
You win.
” And that was all he said before his lips took mine for a breathtaking, toe-curling, and sanity-crushing kiss.

            Oh, I could have wept for that kiss.

            Wait, I already was.

            Tears fell from my closed eyes even as I kissed him back hungrily, my arms going around him.

            “Don’t cry,
schat
,” he groaned, kissing my tears away.

            The tears fell harder.

            He licked them away. “Please, sweetheart, you’re tearing me apart.”

            Burying my face in his neck, I sniffed, “I don’t understand what’s going on now.”

            Constantijin suddenly flipped us, and I found myself lying on his chest in an instant. When I lifted my head to look at him in askance, he gave me a smile, albeit a grim one as he repeated, “You win, Yanna.”

            I frowned. “I win---
what
?”

            He took a lock of my hair, curling it around one finger, caressing its tips as if he was fascinated by its texture. Then he let it go and, caressing my cheek with his knuckles, he stared into my eyes and said, “I will court you.”

            I stopped breathing.

            The drawn look on his face told me he considered his words a huge concession on his part, and maybe – maybe it was. I had no idea what made him change his mind, but right now that wasn’t important. What mattered was that he had said yes.

            “Did you hear what I said?” Constantijin actually shook me, impatient and looking more than a little uncertain about my reaction when I just kept staring at him blankly.

            Clearing my throat, I summoned a smile, which rested shakily on my lips. “I’m just…overwhelmed.”

            He smiled back, but it still didn’t reach his eyes. He cupped my face suddenly, pulling me down for a short hard kiss that got me breathing again – no,
hyperventilating.
When he released me, he said, “I will court you but there are conditions.”

Lesson #3

If your billionaire lets you have the last word,

it is because he will have the last laugh.

“Uh…”

Constantijin Kastein had agreed to court me.

           
My mind repeated the words over and over. He seemed to have said something else after that, something about confusion or whatever, which I totally understood. This was utterly confusing for me, too.

           
Constantijin Kastein had agreed to court me.

           
Oh, the mind boggled. It was like some girl – a total nobody like me – had asked Ryan Gosling to court her (the nerve!) and he had
agreed
(the bitch!).

            “Yanna?”

            I looked up at him blankly.

           
Constantijin Kastein had agreed to court me.

           
He frowned.

            Okay, that was
not
a look a man intent on courting me should have. Shaking my confusion away, I said, “W-what is it?”

            “Did you hear what I said?”

            “That you’re confused?”

            Exasperation making his accent even thicker, he growled, “No. I said I had
conditions
.”

            Oh.

            It was my turn to frown, and I did so, severely. “What do you mean ‘conditions’?” He was the one courting me and yet – he was setting conditions, too? Did Dutch people have a different understanding of the word ‘courting’?

            “No one should know I’m---” He paused then said, reluctantly and distastefully, “---that I’m
courting
you.”

            My stomach twisted at his words. “Are you ashamed of me?”

            His eyes widened and then he was kissing me again, his tongue boldly sweeping inside my mouth as his hands swept my back, trailing down to cup my buttocks and pushing it down on his cock.

            “Sweetheart,” he murmured, letting go momentarily of my lips but nothing else, “you anger me, confuse the hell out of me, but one thing I will never feel is
ashamed
of you.”

He shifted under me, and I swallowed back a whimper because his movement had his erection rubbing against my already-sensitive clit.

Constantijin pulled my head back to his chest. I couldn’t help wriggling closer, especially when he said, with a smile in his voice, “In fact you are the
only
woman who is not blood-related that I am proud of.”

“Really?” I whispered.

“You love your work, I can see it every time I hear you make a presentation and talk to people about it.”

His praise made me want to cry. Blinking tears away because I knew he wouldn’t like it, I choked out, “Thanks.”

Constantijin tipped my chin up. “So, no, I am not setting conditions because I am ashamed of you.” His voice gentled. “You will not think like that again, yes?”

Oh, these Europeans and their confusing sentence-enders. Smiling tremulously up at him, I said, “Yes.”

He pushed my head back down again. “Now, the conditions.”

I couldn’t help but tense.

“We will not tell anyone about it – not until it is the right time. Right now, you are unsure of me so there is no point for anyone to know. Office romances are discouraged – are forbidden but even so I know they exist. However, I do not want to rock the boat unless I have a good reason to.”

“A good reason?” I echoed, a little confused about what that could be.

He didn’t answer.

Lifting my head up again, I gazed into his eyes, asking worriedly, “Constantijin?”

A grin – the secretive and wicked grin that I so loved – touched his lips as he said, “Like when you agree that I can fuck you anytime, anywhere, any way.”

Oh.

That kind of reason.

I was so wet after that.

And my Dutch playboy billionaire knew it. It was there in the blazing look of desire in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared and the way his cock pulsed more strongly against my sex.

“Do you agree, Yanna?” he whispered.

Oh, God. He was using his seductive tone, and each word that fell from his lips was a seductive threat, intent of giving him complete control over my body.

“
Yes.
” I ended gasping the word out when Constantijin reached down and pulled my skirt up, allowing his erection to rub even more closely against my womanhood. With my panties soaking wet, it was as if there was no fabric separating them and I couldn’t help squirming.

I whimpered when Constantijin released me unexpectedly and my body fell back down, my sex practically impaled on his erection. I felt his hand snaking down as he gripped his cock, guiding it to my clit.

And then he started to rub.

“Constantijin!”

He smirked.

Oh, God. If I could slap him like I usually did, I would have. But right now – all I could concentrate on was the way his cock kept teasing my clit.

“Listen carefully, Yanna, because I will only say it once.”

I glared at him, but even I knew it wasn’t my most potent glare, not when I also knew my eyes were pleading him simultaneously to rub harder, faster, and just do anything that would give me the kind of orgasm I could only enjoy from his touch.

Perversely, Constantijin smiled in return. He started to speak, but only half of my mind could focus on his words.

"Courting for me is another process to help us get to know each other better. But I'm a busy man. I'll do my best to devote as much time as I could to courting you but you should be prepared to make some compromises as well.”

“Uhh…”

I felt Constantijin’s other hand descending again and I tensed, not knowing what to expect but knowing as well that whatever it was, it would feel---

Constantijin ripped my panties off.

It would feel out of this world.

“Constantijin!” I hissed and then totally ruined it by moaning as his cock demanded entrance.

“Look at me, Yanna.”

I obeyed him, my eyes hazy with desire.

His tone unflinchingly hard, he said, “I am not promising love, Yanna. I want you to understand that perfectly.”

Oh, he was so freaking unfair. How could I think of what to say to that when he was teasing my sex with his cock, its head slipping in a fraction before withdrawing completely, giving me a tortuous taste of how it could be between the two of us.

“I had never fallen in love and I warn you not to think that you can change my mind in the future about this. I won’t. But---”

I whimpered as Constantijin’s hand joined his cock, fingers teasing my clit while his cock slid up and down against my folds.

“I am extremely attracted to you. And for as long as what we have between us lasts, I am
yours
.”

His thumb pressed hard against my clit.

I gasped, my body arching, a brink away from an orgasm that I was sure would have me passing out at the sheer pleasure of it.

His eyes locked with mine, his gaze possessive and demanding as he asked in a rough undertone, “And you will be
mine
while I am courting you, yes? There will be no other suitors, yes?”

Passion clouded my mind, but even though only half of his words penetrated, I understood enough to force myself to shake my head. Oh, no. He was not getting away with that rule. Exclusivity in courting had always been a
man’s
burden, and that wasn’t going to change between us.

“No,” I managed to say.

He was displeased. It was clear to see it in his gaze.

“Are you sure you want to say ‘no’?” he taunted, moving his cock faster, drawing out another moan from me. “If you do not promise equal exclusivity, expect me to torture you like this all the time.”

I shook my head stubbornly even as I moved my hips, trying to trap his cock against my clit so I could come.

“Are you sure?” he breathed into my ear, making me shiver. And I shivered even more as his fingers traced random shapes on my hips, the ticklish and arousing movements making me catch my breath.

“No!” The word of protest slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, my body aching with need as Constantijin pulled away from me without warning, drawing us back onto our feet.

Speechless in my incredulity, I could only watch him as he expertly smoothed my skirt down until not a single crease was left.

I stared at him in horror. He was really going to end it just like that? More to the point, he
wasn’t
going to end it?