My Dutch Billionaire 2 (11 page)

She pouted. “Can’t you forget work for a while so we can enjoy tonight?”

“Soon,” he promised. “But go on, I love seeing you have fun.”

When Shane left, Serenity said uneasily, “You’re too good at manipulating people.”

“True.” The billionaire shrugged.

“How do I know you’re not manipulating me?”

The billionaire gave her a sardonic look. “I think I should be the one worried, don’t you? After all...” He let go of her hand under the table and with her beside him, it was easy enough to have his fingers slip under the loose, flowing skirt of her ballgown.

Serenity paled.

“
You’re
the one who succeeded in changing my mind.”

His fingers moved up her thigh, and Serenity started feeling hot. Oh God, she needed to fan herself—oh God, his fingers were on her crotch!

Her gaze jerked to his, arousal and anxiety in her eyes.
 

“Are you being a good girl, engel?”
 

Almost shuddering at the purr in the billionaire’s tone, she whispered, “Yes.”

“Then does that mean I’ll get to fuck you tonight?”

“Yes.”

And they remained seated at their table for the rest of the evening, his fingers stroking her pussy leisurely until she wanted to sob in need.
Soon,
his stroking fingers promised.
Soon,
it would be the billionaire’s cock pleasing her.

Chapter Nine

“Good night,
 
Mr. de Konigh,” Serenity said politely and, not waiting for the billionaire to answer, she stepped out of the limousine. The chauffeur had a look of pained sympathy on his face, but she pretended to ignore this while she waited on the sidewalk.

It took Shane almost a minute before she, too, stepped out of the billionaire’s limousine, but Serenity refused to think why that was so.

Unfortunately, her sister was in a chatty mood, and as they took the elevator, Shane wetted her lips, murmuring, “Willem de Konigh is so divinely sexy, isn’t he?”

“I wouldn’t know since he’s just my boss, Shane.” Serenity stared at the elevator doors stoically.
 

“Oh, don’t be a prude. I’m sure you’ve heard from others about his exploits when he was in college.”

She had
, Serenity thought,
but directly from Willem himself
. When she had bugged him about it, he had told her reluctantly that contrary to the tabloids’ reports about a certain night between him and an entire cheerleading squad, it was actually just him and
half
of the squad.

“It may not look like it, but he’s a dynamo in bed.”
 

“I wouldn’t know,” she repeated, but inside herself, Serenity promised fiercely that after tonight, she would know. And she would be the last one to know because Serenity had this wild, silly hope that by giving her virginity to him, the Dutch billionaire would finally realize the truth.

He loved her, always had, and always will.

When they reached their apartment, Shane headed straight up while Serenity went to the kitchen, saying nervously, “I need a glass of water.”

“Don’t care,” her sister answered airily, and her footsteps faded, followed by the sound of Shane’s bedroom door opening and closing.

She counted the minutes while chewing on her lip, jittery and restless, when the text finally came.

Serenity rushed to the front door and tried to unlock it as noiselessly as possible. She opened the door, and there he was, beautiful and sexy, and looking at her like she was the only girl in the world for him.

I love him so much.

She wanted to whisper it to him, wanted to cry it out, wanted to sing it to the world.

But even Serenity knew it was too early, and she had to content herself with placing a trembling hand in his.

He closed the door and turning back to her, he raised a brow.
What are we waiting for?

She almost, almost giggled.

Serenity led him up the stairs, and Willem was content to let her. When they reached the top, Serenity motioned him to stay on the steps while she double-checked the knobs of Shane and Melanie’s doors. Both were locked, which meant they were inside the room.
 

Serenity went back to the billionaire and offered her hand.
 

He took it, but when she started to lead him, he held on to her hand.

Her eyes widened.

Lifting her hand to his mouth, he began to nibble on her fingers, one by one, and she swayed on her feet. When he met her eyes, she was glaring at him.
Really? You have to do that now?
But the way her nipples pebbled against the velvet of her gown told him that she was as aroused as she was frustrated.

Taking his hand again, she led him into her bedroom, but as soon as the door was locked, he swept her in his arms and took her mouth with his.

Wrapping her arms around him, she hid her face against his neck and whispered, “I’m terrified of being caught.”

The billionaire only shrugged. “If we are caught, then so be it.” In his mind, he had already relinquished their fate to the winds. Since he was going to make her his tonight, there was no point holding back, no point maintaining his farce of a relationship with Shane. It might hurt the other woman, but one thing he had never been blind about was her obsession with money. He was certain that with the right amount of bribe, all would be forgiven.

But in this case, he was mistaken.

Outside Serenity’s room, Shane had her ear pressed to the door, her entire body shaking with fury. She had just been about to step out of the closet room she shared with Melanie when she had heard footsteps. To her shock, it was Serenity and Willem, and Shane had found herself wavering between outrage and disbelief as her little hussy of a sister took the billionaire into her own room.

The traitorous slut
!
 

Shane’s teeth gnashed with jealousy.
 

Her first instinct was to burst into the scene and throw a hell of a tantrum, but she fortunately had enough self-control to prevent herself from doing so. She needed to be just as patient and methodical with revenge as she was with seduction. She wanted Serenity dying in humiliation and pain, and for that to happen she had to plan, carefully and thoroughly.

****

Inside Serenity’s room, the billionaire and his intern were slowly undressing each other while their gazes remained entwined. Tonight, Willem was less efficient as he was before, making her look at him in wonder.

“I want you so much,” he explained harshly, “that it’s taking all my control not to fuck you right this moment.”

She blushed at his words, but her soft, shy voice was filled with convinction when she said, “After tonight, you will never have to control yourself again.”

He closed his eyes, groaning, “Words like that aren’t going to help,
engel
.” His fingers moved faster, but when they weren’t moving fast enough, he muttered a nearly incoherent apology before ripping her gown into two pieces.

Serenity let out a low gasp. “Willem!”

“I’ll buy you the exact same thing if you want, but I just need you naked now.” His voice was thick with desire as he got rid of her bra and panties the same way.

Finally, she was completely naked save for her shoes, and even though the sight of her in heels made him swallow, he forced himself to move. Making her sit on the bed, he crouched down to take her shoes off one by one. Once her feet were bare, he took one and started massaging it.

“Oooooh.” Her eyes closed, a dreamy expression falling over her face.
 

He massaged the other foot. “You like it?”

“I love it.” Her eyes flew open, and she said softly, “Thank you.” Then she was standing up, and he came to his feet as well. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and let it fall to the floor as she bent down and worked on the button and zipper of his pants. This, too, fell a moment later, and Willem was down to his briefs.

Gulping, she took hold of the gartered band and slowly pulled it down Willem’s long, muscular legs. She, too, got rid of his socks and shoes, until finally, they were both naked.

They stared at each other, and Serenity gulped again when she saw the way Willem’s cock jutted up into full erection.

“Still haven’t changed your mind?” he asked hoarsely.

She shook her head, her eyes still on his cock. “Never.”

“So be it.” He took hold of her hand and led Serenity to her bed. When she was on her back, he followed her, his body between her parted legs and his face looming above her.

Serenity reached up to clasp his face, and she said with aching sweetness, “You’re so beautiful, Willem de Konigh.”

No one had ever said that to him before.
 

No one.

His heart clenched, his desire reached a feverish peak, and he began to kiss her with unchecked ardor. His passion took a savage, relentless edge, Willem no longer able to control the urges of his body.

The magic Willem wielded around them was scorching and hypnotic, lulling Serenity into surrendering everything of her to the billionaire. Her mind, her body, her soul – she yielded everything to him because he was always meant to own them.

As the billionaire kissed his way down her body, Serenity grabbed a pillow and bit into it. When he started sucking on her nipples, she screamed into the pillow, and when he started eating her pussy again, she shuddered and began to pant.
 

It was too much, but she wanted more. It was too hot, but she wanted to burn forever. And finally, she reached her release, her body jerking as her first orgasm for the night swept over Serenity. Throughout her climax, Willem had been moving, placing a pillow under her hips and arranging his body over hers. And just as the aftermath of her release started to fade, she felt it—

His cock pushing inside her, prying her folds open with its massive length and width.

Her eyes closed just as he sheathed his cock in her to the hilt, and Serenity’s body arched at the penetration, her eyes flying wide open.

His teeth gnashed as he fought for control. Serenity’s fingers had dug into his shoulders, but the pain only fed his desire.

Their eyes met, hers dazed with passion, and he bit back another groan.
 

“Does it still hurt?”

She didn’t answer with words but instead moved her hips experimentally.

He bit back another groan.

She swallowed. “It d-doesn’t seem to hurt—” The moment she started to speak, Willem started moving, and she ended up gasping as the friction of his thrusts created a new maelstrom of sensations inside her.

His eyes capturing hers, he began to fuck her as promised.
 

“I’m fucking you now,” he whispered.

Oh God.

Willem de Konigh was saying such dirty things to her.

Her head swam, and she choked out, “Yes. You’re
fucking me
.”

He ground his cock down at her the moment he heard his angel saying something equally dirty, and he growled, “Serenity, dammit.” His hands moved under her body and, clasping her bottom, he began to pummel his cock faster and deeper into her.

“I’ve taken your virginity.”

“I’m going to make you eat my cum.”

“I’m going to own your ass.”

The exquisite contrast between Willem’s cultured, accented voice and his whispered dirty talk was enough to have Serenity gasping, her eyes dilating, and her pussy clenching around his cock.

“
Fuck.”
Above her, Willem’s face became taut with desire. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His thrusts became wild and feverish, and Serenity was just as frantic, trying to keep up with it by pumping her hips up to meet his thrusts.

She felt him reaching between their bodies, and when his fingers pinched her clit hard, it was all over for her, Serenity screaming into his neck as she came. Willem’s thrusts became even wilder and then he, too, was coming, his seed filling her. When he sensed that it was too much and she was about to scream, he captured her mouth with his, taking her scream into his kiss even as his cock continued to shoot its load into her.