My Dutch Billionaire 2 (8 page)

Her very beautiful, adorable...
idiot.

How could someone so wonderfully intelligent be so darn clueless? She was so tempted to laugh, and she probably would have if she hadn’t the same burning urge to cry.

Willem de Konigh thought that love had only one form, one face, and it was the kind that his parents shared. A terrible, destructive love that he hated and did not want in his life, even if it meant turning his back on
her.

If he thought she had loved him back, he would have left her.

So what was she going to do now?

Tell Willem she didn’t love him to stay...or tell him she did so he could push her away?

She closed her eyes, and the tears won over the laughter.
“Oh, Willem.”
 

Time was the only answer
, she thought brokenly. Time was what she needed the most – time to make him realize he was wrong, time to make him discover the other faces of love, and that the kind of love she had for him was different from what his parents had.

Her love...knew no bounds.

Her love...lasted.

Her love...gave way.

“Do you understand now?” her billionaire asked hoarsely.

Slowly, she nodded. “Y-yes.” She understood that for now, she had to lie. In order to be with him, open his eyes, and teach him about her kind of love, she would lie about
not
loving him.

Their eyes met.

“You’re right,” Serenity whispered. “I m-might not love you, but I n-need you—”

His mouth conquered hers. “And I need you back, engel.” His voice was fierce. “I need you forever.” He started to say something else when they heard voices outside.

Serenity’s eyes widened.

“Serenity? Are you in here?”

Seeing the way panic flared in Serenity’s eyes, he pressed his finger to his lips, reminding her to be quiet. At the same time, he let her go and, lowering himself to the ottoman inside the cubicle, he pulled Serenity between his legs before bracing his feet on each side of the door.

If anyone cared to look at the peepspace below, no one would know that Serenity wasn’t alone inside.

“Serenity!” Melanie’s voice was now tinged with impatience.

Answer her,
Willem mouthed.

“I-I’m h-here, Melanie.” As she answered, she felt the billionaire slowly draw her closer to him, and her eyes widened in alarm.

“Why did it take you so long to answer?” This, from a suspicious-sounding Shane.

“It’s t-this swimsuit.” Her billionaire was smiling wickedly at her.
Wickedly.
Willem de Konigh, in a wicked mood. She was enthralled.

“What about it?” Shane demanded.

“It’s so...glamo—” Her breath caught as Willem slowly spun her around. Gulping, she said, “It’s too glamorous for me.” Willem had started pulling the zipper of her dress down.

Shane and Melanie burst into laughter.
 

“Well, of course it’s going to be glamorous,” her stepmother retorted. “This is the House of Ivy, you know.”

“S-sorry.” She could barely speak, with Willem slowly trailing his lips down her spine.

“I swear, Serenity. You can be so provincial,” Shane sneered.

“S-sorry.” It was the only thing Serenity could remember to say, with Willem turning her around and pushing the dress off her shoulders. It slid down her arms before falling gently into a pool of silk around her feet.
 

The billionaire stared at her for a long time, his gaze leisurely exploring hers, and she could feel entire body turning pink as his eyes lingered on her lace-covered breasts and the matching scrap of lace that covered her mound.

Outside the fitting room, Shane and Melanie had started talking to their sales consultant about the latest swimwear designs.

Willem tugged on a lock of blonde hair, and understanding the silent command, Serenity bent down towards him. He immediately reached around her for the back clasp of her bra. As he unhooked it, he whispered to her ear, “Whatever I do...”

She swallowed.

“
Don’t make any noise.
”

Her bra joined her dress on the floor.

And then the billionaire was carefully cupping her tender young breasts. Their gazes met, and she bit back a whimper at the hunger that blazed from Willem’s blue eyes. Another second, and his head had dipped, and he was drawing a nipple into his mouth.

When he began to suck, her world spun faster, and she found herself weakly bracing her arms against the walls of the cubicle.
 

He sucked long and hard on each nipple, and just when her knees started to buckle, he finally ceased his agonizingly tempting ministrations and lifted his head.

The billionaire’s eyes gleamed in satisfaction as he surveyed her dazed expression. His eyes still holding hers captive, he slowly reached into her panties—

Her lips parted in a silent scream.

His fingers dipped inside.

His eyes widened.
Wet,
he mouthed in shock.
 

She shuddered, and when more moisture flooded out of her pussy, the billionaire shuddered, too. Her wetness seemed to greatly turn him on, with Willem ripping her panties from her body the next second.

Outside, Shane and Melanie listened to the ripping sound in shock.

“Oh my God,” her stepmother moaned. “Don’t tell me you’ve accidentally torn something!”

“I...did.
” The words came out a gasp as the billionaire started running his fingers up and down her folds. Slowly at first, and then faster and harder, until her world followed and spun at the same pace as his stroking fingers.

“You’ll have to buy that obviously,” Shane said angrily. “God, what a waste.”

“Sorry!” The word came out a half scream as the billionaire surprised her by sliding one finger inside her sex. Her billionaire’s rock-hard shoulders shook with laughter even as she beat at them angrily.

“Oh my God, don’t get hysterical,” Shane groaned, mistaking the reason for her half-sister’s scream.

Flushing at the way Shane misunderstood, Serenity glared down at her billionaire.
Don’t you ever do that—

But he did it again, taking her by suprise as he slid a second finger inside her.

She fell back against the door as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Oh. My. God.
She clutched her billionaire’s shoulders tightly as he began fucking her hard with his fingers.
 

Outside, the thud Serenity’s body made against the door had her stepmother and half-sister exchanging apprehensive glances.
 

“I think she’s having one of her breakdowns,” Melanie whispered under her breath.

“We should go now,’ Shane whispered hastily, “before she does. I’m in no mood to go with her to the ER. It’s so depressing there.”

When Serenity heard her stepmother and half-sister’s footsteps fade, she looked down at Willem.
Are they gone?

His fingers paused mid-thrust as he cocked his head to listen for any sounds.

 
Serenity wanted to cry out in protest.

Willem glanced up at her. “They’re gone.”

She raised a brow.
You’re sure?
She also tried to raise her hips to get more of his fingers inside her, but the billionaire definitely withheld it from her, pulling his fingers out just as her hips thrust up. Unbearable agony shot through her, and before she knew it, the billionaire’s name was being torn out of her throat.

“Willem!”

It was as if the billionaire had only been waiting for her to surrender, and the moment she cried out his name,
he
was suddenly there. His fingers pulled out, his tongue pushed back in, and he started playing with her clit.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Oh God, Willem.”
 

He began to eat her.
Devour
her. His tongue thrust in and out of her pussy, exploring every nook and cranny it could reach while his fingers relentlessly teased her clit to life.

Her world started to splinter, and her hips started to buckle.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

 
Now she knew why Willow had sounded so wanton in that audio clip Stavros had sent to Willem. This kind of pleasure was just impossible to control one’s reaction to, impossible to be immune to.
 

Willem’s tongue lapped her folds clean and she found herself clutching his hair. She felt him nuzzling her mound just before his mouth latched to her clit, and Serenity tensed. A part of her was saying, this was it. This was it. This was it.

But
it
still took her by surprise.

Willem bit her clit the same time three of his fingers resumed pummelling her pussy.

It
came out of nowhere.

“Oh God, Willem,
” Serenity screamed the moment her orgasm took over her senses, and she was drowning, oh God, she was drowning in such intensely hot waves of pleasure. She shuddered against her billionaire as her essence continued to pour out of her in powerful waves.

When it was over, Serenity didn’t even think, only falling limply into his arms.
 

Her billionaire caught her easily, and cradling her in his lap, he kissed her head and whispered, “This is only the beginning, Sere.”

And it was.

Chapter Seven

Serenity had always known Willem de Konigh to be a force of nature. She had worked for him for years, and she had seen and heard how the world treated him and thought of him.

Europe’s smoothest-talking bastard,
they had said.
A ruthless negotiator who wouldn’t take no for an answer without ever raising his voice,
some had continued in disgruntlement. She had heard these words and privately thought that they were exaggerating. Her Dutch billionaire was nothing like they described. He was the very soul of charm, chivalry personified, and the kindest gentleman they would ever meet.

Or so she had thought, until she realized that in the five years she had known him, Willem had been handling her with kid gloves.

But now, the gloves were off.

Now, she realized he was all things they said – and more – and it made her fall in love with him all over again.

Since the day at the boutique, Willem had been quietly insistent, using his power and authority to have Serenity spend every waking minute with him.
Work for me again,
he had told her just before she went to join her family. And because she had never really been able to resist him, she had simply said,
Yes.

When she returned to DKE, the staff crowded around Serenity on her first day, tearfully welcoming her back and, upon seeing that Willem de Konigh was back to his usual, calm self, eagerly regaled Serenity with tall tales about their CEO’s transformation from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.

He had been a bear to work for, snapping at everyone,
they told her in a group chat over Skype.

He had gone through seven personal assistants since she left,
they had shared, none of them realizing that Willem had insisted she put the call on speakerphone.

On and on the stories went, and throughout it, she was unable to utter a word. Her senses had gone into a riot once more, and Serenity was left feeling overly conscious of how the Dutch billionaire indulgently listened to them while Serenity sat stiffly on his lap, his hand caressing the side of her hip in lazy possession.

But then the talk moved to thin ice when the staff began to hypothesize about the reason behind the billionaire’s change.
 

Could your sister and the boss have had a lover’s quarrel, and you had to get involved?

At the first mention of Shane, her Dutch billionaire’s face had hardened, and Serenity hastily cut the call short, knowing that they were perilously close to having his temper snap. It was not so easily roused, but as the staff had found out in the past months, Willem was a feral beast to work for when it was.