How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires (46 page)

“No!” With my body stiff with shock and fear, it was a greater struggle to get Constantijin off me.

But he only chuckled, pressing me back down as he crawled over me.

“Constantijin…”

“This is the mouth I want to feed, Yanna.”

My eyes flared wide at his calm admission. Did he not know---oh my God, did he---no words were not enough to explain how I was so not ready for this.

“No, I don’t think---”

“Yanna,” he said in that soft, accented voice I found so irresistible. “Trust me in this. It will be good.”

Trying not to hyperventilate, I forced my body to relax even as fear continued to leech blood off my face. I covered my mouth with one hand in an effort to keep it shaking. When I had just a bit self control, I blurted out, “I’m scared.”

“Trust me.”

I let him lift my hips up so he could wet his cock. My eyelids fell closed in breathless terror, mingled with excitement, as I felt him sliding his cock outside my other hole, wetting it.

Then it was in, just one finger, and I squeezed my eyes more tightly shut, face screwing up in pain. But Constantijin didn’t stop thrusting his finger in and out in slow and steady strokes the same time his other hand went under my hips to play with my sex. He found my clit with impressive speed, alternately pinching it in rhythm with the thrusts of his finger.

“Good?”

“No,” I gasped out.

He chuckled. “It will be soon, I promise.”

Would it? But the pain was so intense that I could only gasp, trying to focus on the strokes of his fingers on my clit.

“Yanna,” he growled.

“Y-yes?”

“You’re thrusting back at me already.”

My eyes flared wide open again, and I realized it was true. My hips were moving of its own accord, my body having gradually adjusted to the strange penetrating feel of his finger on my bottom.

“Constan---
aah
.” He had slid a second finger in, forcing the hole to open wider, but this time the fiery sensation was almost beautiful, something I actually welcomed. I couldn’t help moving to meet his fingers’ thrust, my own fingers curling as I gripped the sheet in response to the burning feel of his ultimate possession of my body.

When he thrust his fingers into my sex while keeping his thumb on my clit, I knew it was only a matter of time before his cock would follow. The thought made me whimper.

Constantijin’s weight was suddenly pressing down on me, his breath hot in my ear as he whispered, “Ready for me to feed you this way, Yanna?”

“Yes.” I sobbed the word out in helpless fear and excitement.

His cock slid home, and I screamed as I felt him pushing his large and rock-hard erection into that small hole, inch by inch.

Constantijin panted above me, his tension almost tangible as he did his best to keep his thrusts slow and gentle. But soon I wanted more, and when I moved my hips against him insistently, Constantijin let go. He thrust in and out, his fingers in my sex matching the pounding of his cock. The double penetration had me crying out his name, over and over, until I couldn’t think and just feel.

“I love you,” he grated out as his cock slammed back into my body.

I screamed again, my body feeling like it was being split apart in the most deliciously painful way.

“Love you,” he rasped, and the words were more arousing than any touch, making my body come in the most powerful way.

Constantijin came with me, his cock grinding deep as he poured out his come. Hot liquid filled my body in a way that was strange but familiar at the same time, and I closed my eyes, body still shuddering.

A second after, I felt Constantijin pulling away from me and I murmured a protest.

“I’ll be right back.” And he was. Constantijin gently and thoroughly wiped me clean with a wet hand towel. Afterwards, he lifted me up in his arms, and holding on to his neck, I watched sleepily as he took hold of one corner of the sheet. He swept it off the bed and threw it to the floor.

“Too wet already,” he murmured wryly. Shifting me in his arms, he reached for the phone and called for housekeeping to change the bed linen.

I was red-faced by the time he finished. “But they’ll know!”

“
Yanna
. I had a hard on already when we checked in. Do you think that wasn't enough of a clue for them?” Still completely naked, he carried me to the guest room at the floor below and lowered me gently on the bed.

I immediately rolled towards him, snuggling as close as I could when he pulled the covers around us. “I love you,” I murmured, reaching up to play with the curls of his hair. Doing so soothed me.

“Love you.”

The speed, the absence of hesitation, in his tone made me smile.

Constantijin asked, “Was it good?”

I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled. “Even with your eyes closed, I know you’re rolling them at me.”

I giggled.

“That good, mm?”

I laughed outright. “God, you are so arrogant.”

“But it was really that good.”

Unable to help smiling widely, I lifted myself up on my elbows to look at him. It was an absolute luxury, gazing at his beautiful face, knowing that every inch of him was mine. “Yeah,” I whispered, unable to stop smiling. “It was that good.”

Constantijin reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “It was unbelievably lovely for me.”

Cocking my head to the side, I said slowly, “Constantijin? I know I’m no expert at sex like you---” I wrinkled my nose when he smirked. “But…what we just did, I can do the same to you, too, right?”

I burst into laughter at the way his eyes widened.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

He pretended to fall asleep.

“Constantijin?” Grinning, I began to shake him, and I didn’t stop until he opened his eyes again. Pouting, I said, “Please?”

“NO.”

“Please?”

“FUCK NO.”

I threw myself on the bed, scooting to the edge and turning my back on him. “Fine. It’s so obvious you don’t really love me when you don’t want me to do---” I shrieked in laughter when he snatched me back to him and twisted me around in one move.

“You’re getting as manipulative as I am, you little cheat.”

I beamed. “Aren’t you proud?”

Constantijin gave me a short, sweet, hard kiss. “So proud I think I love you even more.”

Returning the gesture, and adding a little nibble afterwards, I pulled back and said cheekily, “I love you, too, but don’t think you’re getting off the hook. Let me do
that
to you, too?”

He rolled to his back, laughing, tucking his arms under his head. “We’ll see,
schat.
If I think you’re good enough.”

“But I am! And on that note, what does ‘
schat’
mean? I keep forgetting to look it up in the dictionary.”

He groaned, grabbing a pillow and slamming it over his face. “To think I used to hate how
quiet
you were.”

I pulled the pillow off with a grin. “Now, you know better. So, what do you say? When can I do
that?
And you haven’t said yet what ‘schat’ means? Constantijin? Constantijin?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Marian Tee is a Filipino-Chinese writer with a degree in Business Management that she never really got to use.

She loves manga and all things Japanese. A horror enthusiast, she counts movies like The Sixth Sense, Sigaw, and Ladda Land among her favorites.

She loves spending her free time traveling, attending hip-hop dancing classes, and learning languages.

If you want to know more about Marian and her books, you can check out her website at MarianTee.com where she frequently blogs.

BOOKS by MARIAN TEE

Death Loves Me Not

Evren: Enter the Dragonette

Drawn: His Secret Toy

The Werewolf Prince and I

How (Not) To Be Seduced by Billionaires