How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires (32 page)

            “Please,” I begged him. It was all I could manage to say, but I knew he would understand.

            And he did.

            I watched Constantijin tear open a foil package and cover himself with a condom before returning to me. He pushed my thighs to open wider. “Soon,” he promised just before his head disappeared down and then he was licking me. The pleasure was on me the moment his tongue reached my clit and I jerked against him.

            He immediately reared up, bracing his arms against each side of me. As I cried out in ecstasy, Constantijin’s cock nudged against my entrance.

            I shivered in anticipation even though I was still coming, the waves of pleasure only softening ever so slightly. “Please,” I panted.

            “Yes, now.” The head of his cock finally entered my body, and it was fuller than his fingers combined, the sensation unbelievably raw and consuming.

            My arms went around him, my nails scraping down to dig into his back. “Please, please---
ah
.”

            Constantijin had suddenly thrust hard, his cock going all the way in, easily breaking the flimsy barrier that made up my virginity.

            It was painful, but in an agonizingly beautiful way that had tears stinging my eyes in a mixture of joy and hurt.

            A fine sheen of sweat covered Constantijin’s body, the muscles in his strong arms tensing as he did his best to keep his weight from crushing me. “Does it hurt?”

            It took a while to find my voice. “N-no.”

            Without a word, Constantijin slowly pulled out, and I let out a sound of protest. But it was immediately cut off by the blazing sensation of pleasure that took over my body when Constantijin just as abruptly and completely thrust back in.

            “Does that hurt?” he rasped out.

            My arms tightened around him as my eyes closed shut in bliss. “No.”

            Constantijin’s thrusts took on a rhythm, one that was agonizing in its slowness. “Faster,” I gasped out.

            He increased his tempo, a fleeting grin touching his wonderfully shaped lips as he looked down on me. “Like this, sweetheart?”

            Even as I blushed at the look in his eyes, I couldn’t help moaning, “Yes.”

            The faster thrusts of his cock into my body made me arch up against him as I did my best to match his tempo. But still there was something missing, and the wicked gleam in his silvery eyes told me that he knew what it was – and he was deliberately keeping it away from me.

            “Constantijin!” I beat his chest half-heartedly.

            He laughed, asking innocently, “What?”

            “You know what!”

            “No, I don’t. What do you want?” He pulled all the way out, the head of his cock teaching my wet folds.

            I beat his chest again as I growled, “Constantijin---”

            “Tell me to
fuck
you.”

            My eyes widened.

            He laughed, a sexy sound that had my fingers curling against his chest in a heightened sense of desire. “Tell me to
fuck
you hard.”

            I shook my head.

            He started moving his hips in a circular fashion, causing his hard cock to dance against my folds, and I moaned.

            “Say it.”

            And I said almost angrily, “Fuck me hard, damn you!”

            The words were barely out of my mouth when Constantijin’s cock slammed back into me, with such fierce roughness that it completely took my breath away. And then he was pounding into me, so hard I could feel myself sinking deeper into the softness of the bed. But it was beautiful, addictive, and I found myself twisting my legs around his waist to pull him closer. We rocked against each other, his cock never stopping in its hard and furious claiming, and I cried out as I felt my body start to stir in a very familiar way, one that had my toes curling against his back.

            “Constantijin!”

            “I know, sweetheart,” he said harshly even as he kept on pounding into me. With each thrust, his cock seemed to sink an inch deeper and claim another piece of my heart.

            It was almost there – and I was almost there, but I couldn’t reach it, making me sob his name in frustration and desire. “Please,” I gasped out. “Please---” I broke off when I felt Constantijin’s hands move under my body, grasping the curves of my bottom.

            He shifted over me, and when he drove inside me again, I gasped because this time each thrust hit my clit. By the third thrust, he had me flying over the edge.

            “
Aaaaaaah
.” I sobbed as the sensations nearly threatened to split my body apart. Constantijin hadn’t stopped thrusting in and out of me as I let go, his movements becoming more frenzied.

            He let out a shout and as he tensed above me, I looked up at him.

            His head was thrown back, his eyes welded shut in pleasure, a guttural sound escaping his mouth as he continued to come.

            At that moment, he looked so very beautiful – more so because I knew I had somehow pleased him the way he was always skillfully able to please my body. I bit my lip until the metallic taste of blood hit me. Bleeding was so much better than saying what my heart kept screaming.

            I love you, I love you, I love you.

Lesson #5

Your billionaire can be treacherous without even knowing it.

He will make you want to say the words you cannot say.

“Shit.” The word slipped out before I could stop it when I rolled over to my back and saw the time on the window-like clock at the left side of the bed. Made of silver and glass panes, its transparent parts let early morning sunlight filter inside the bedroom.

            It was five in the morning already, and if I didn’t want to be late for work, I had to leave now.

            “Constantijin?” I whispered, touching his naked shoulder gingerly.

            He stirred but didn’t wake. He was lying on his stomach, his head turned towards me and resting over one curled arm, as if he had fallen asleep watching me. The whimsical thought made me gulp. It tempted me to forget about reality and just stay there, but I knew I couldn’t – wouldn’t – do that. I didn’t want Constantijin to think I took advantage of him and his position at the office the first chance I got.

            I decided to try one more time before leaving. Ruffling his hair gently, I whispered, “Constantijin?”

            But all he did was grunt in irritation.

            It made me grin. I could easily imagine how he was as a child. He must have been a horror, not wanting to wake up for school.

            With a sigh, I checked the drawers until I found a writing pad and pen. Scribbling a quick note, I hesitated at the end.
Love
could be misconstrued so I decided to end it with something that was sure to make him laugh instead.

            After folding the note and placing it on top of the bedside table, I pressed a kiss to his cheek, where the beginnings of stubble had already appeared. It was my first time to feel his cheek less than perfectly shaved, and it created a warm fuzzy feeling inside my heart.

           
This
was surely one of the many firsts that we’d share.

            And I was right. But the
second
of the firsts we had to share took place in circumstances that were less than pleasing.

           
Shit.
I said the word over and over in my mind as I hit the Up button several times even though I knew it wouldn’t get the elevator to my floor fast enough. Seven-forty-freaking-five AM. I left Constantijin’s bed early just to be late to work.

I sighed in relief when it finally reached basement parking and, after a few moments, started its way back up.

            The doors slid open.

            Shiiiiiiiiit.

            Constantijin stood alone inside the elevator, gorgeous and impeccably dressed as usual. But he looked different in my eyes at the same time, like the crazy stupid romantic feelings inside me had made him appear even more beautiful.

            He didn’t glance at me, and that sort of killed my courage. I spun around, intending to take the stairs even if it meant suicide with my stilettos, but I was too late.

            “Hold the door!” a woman said frantically behind me, and she was followed by a huge group of people rushing for work. Before I knew it, I was swept along by the tide and shoved all the way to the back.

            Next to Constantijin.

            A prickling sensation hit me as another person’s fingers touched mine.

            I looked up, but Constantijin was staring straight ahead, his face unreadable.

            His fingers tightened around mine, and after hesitating for a fraction of a second, I returned his touch.

I never believed people who told me in the past that fingers could be erogenous zones but I stood 100% corrected now. They were. They so were! Constantijin's fingers slowly brushed my knuckles before caressing them slowly, gently, rhythmically. It was all I could do not to inch up next to him and pull his face down for a kiss.

And then we were alone, the only two persons left heading for the topmost floor. Constantijin was staring again, and I suddenly felt embarrassed without knowing why. I tried pulling my hand away but his fingers only tightened around mine, unwilling to let go.

            “My
proud
and
jealous
girlfriend, mm?”

            Hearing him say the words I had decided to use for ending my note made me giggle, the tension inside me slowly easing. And when he said, “I missed you,” I relaxed completely. After, it felt totally natural to take the remaining steps that kept us apart. I stood on my toes just as he bent his head down, and the kiss we shared was short and sweet.

            “I missed you, too,” I whispered shyly against his lips.

            When we finally pulled away, we smiled at each other automatically because everything just felt right in our world – better than it had ever been.

            His Dutch accent was thick when he murmured, “Would you like to do the honors of telling everyone you’re mine?”

            “Uhh…
no
?”

            His smile became sly, sexy, and wicked at the same time, making my heart race even as my mind also went on alert. That smile meant
danger.
“Constantijin,” I began warningly.

            “Are you really sure, sweetheart? I promise you will find it easier if you were to indeed act as my proud and jealous girlfriend and tell all the women hands off.”

            I snorted before I could stop myself, making him grin. “You’re so full of yourself.”

            He answered with a lazy shrug, a devious smile still on his lips. The elevator chimed as it came to our floor. Before the doors slid open, he murmured, “Last chance, Yanna.”