My Dutch Billionaire 2 (9 page)

As soon as the call ended, she had found herself suddenly perched on the billionaire’s desk while he swung his seat to face her.
 

“Let me tell Shane about us,” he had commanded. “She’s reasonable and practical. She will understand about us.”

Listening to Willem talk about her half-sister had made her want to laugh even as her heart ached. It was only then she had realized that Willem was as fallible as most other men when it came to a beautiful woman.

She had thought of telling him how wrong he was, of how Shane strategically planned her every move where he was concerned. But in the end, she had only found herself shaking her head, pride making her refuse to tell him what she knew.

If he really loved her,
Serenity’s young and idealistic mind argued,
then he should see through other women’s guises easily. If he really loved her, he would not be so easily blinded by another woman’s charm.

And so it had been the only command that Serenity had refused to obey.

“L-let’s not rock the boat until we have to,” Serenity had heard herself say, to which the billionaire had sent her a hooded glance that made Serenity squirm on the table. If he had told her it was because he wanted to tell the world he was with her, she might have changed her mind. If he had told her something that would assure her she was
exactly
what he wanted – the way Daniel Raleigh had not been able to accept her – Serenity would have surrendered to his desire.

But the billionaire hadn’t.

Instead, he had leveled a look at her and said quietly, “Just because I don’t love you doesn’t mean I’m going to play the field.”

It might have been the truth, but all she heard was the words
‘I don’t love you.’
For the insecure Serenity, the rest of what the billionaire had to say did not matter. What mattered was that he did
not
love her while she loved him, and her mind, made overly imaginative by love and jealousy – two emotions she had never really felt until Willem had come into her life – twisted the words into something else.

He did not love her, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t love someone else.

And so Serenity had remained unbent on the subject. He could have everything else but not that. Shane was not to know, and therefore as far as the world was concerned, her sister was still his on/off date, and Serenity was still Willem Jr., his perfect intern and nothing else.

“You will not change your mind about this?” her billionaire had asked.

Serenity had lifted her chin. “No.”

The billionaire had given her a thoughtful look. “So be it.” She had expected him to be annoyed by her stubbornness, but instead his lips slowly curved into a devastatingly beautiful smile that threatened to have her heart leaping out of her chest. “It should make things exciting at least,” the billionaire had murmured.

The words had bemused her until she came to work next day, and the billionaire’s first order had been to stand facing the tinted glass partition that separated his office from the rest.

Serenity blinked. “W-what?”

“You heard me.” His tone was bland and a small smile played on his lips as he spoke. But his eyes were utterly serious, and Serenity found herself shakily moving to follow him.

She faced outwards in his office, trembling while she waited for his next command. Outside, the rest of the staff working at the executive floor continued with their day-to-day work, all of them oblivious to what was taking place behind closed—

Oh.

Her head snapped towards the door. “It’s not locked,” she gasped.

He arched a brow. “And?”

She gasped again. “But what if someone enters?”

“Has anyone ever tried to without knocking and waiting for either of us to answer?”

Even as she shook her head, she stammered, “But what if—” He came to stand beside her as he spoke, and her voice trailed off when the billionaire’s large, strong hands clasped her waist.
 

Willem watched her swallow, and all he could think about was how it would feel if his beautiful angel swallowed his cum. Slowly, her head turned, Serenity seeking his gaze over her shoulder, and he stared back at her, making no attempt to hide his rampant hunger for her.

“
Willem.
”
 

Hearing his sweet, perfectly composed Serenity, so undone as she whimpered his name out, snapped his control. With a growl, he took her mouth with his, kissing her with almost brutal force. His body slamming against her back, he pushed her towards the glass wall and pressed her hands flat against the cold panes.

Whimpering in protest when the billionaire wrenched his mouth off, she whimpered again when she felt his mouth run down the side of her neck before sucking hungrily at her madly beating pulse. He sucked so hard it was almost like he was drinking her blood, and her toes curled even as she protested, “D-don’t make a mark.”
 

But her Dutch billionaire only laughed and proceeded to do just that. It was not something she had ever experienced, but she was no idiot, and she tried to struggle out of his hold, worried about how she would keep his mark away from prying gazes.

“W-Willem, n-no—”

But he only lifted his head when he was done, and there was a decidedly red mark on her neck.
 

She touched the side of her neck gingerly. “Oh, Willem.”

His blue eyes glittered down at her with possessiveness. “You’re mine.”

Serenity bit her lip hard before she blurted out the truth, and that was that she had always been his.
Always.
From the very first day he had spoken to her fourteen-year-old self, a part of her soul had known it had found its haven.

But then the billionaire started kissing her again, and all thoughts disappeared from her mind. His hands ran expertly down her body, disposing of her clothes with the kind of efficiency and speed that startled and dismayed her.

Willem saw the beautiful little frown on his intern’s face and laughed. “Jealous little bird,” he teased her huskily as he spun her around to face him.

Her frown turned into a scowl, and her voice was stiff as she remarked, “You’re too good at taking my clothes off.”

The billionaire kissed her hard. “Be thankful for it.” As he spoke, he unclipped the front clasp of her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders.
 

As her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, Serenity suddenly felt self-conscious at the way the billionaire was hungrily devouring her pale, slender body with his gaze. She tried to cover her breasts, but at the slow, brief shake of his head, she forced herself to let go and her arms fell limply against her sides.

When Willem reached out to cup one breast, she trembled, and when he started plucking her nipple, his eyes on her face, she couldn’t help letting out a moan.
 

He reached for her other breast and began kneading both pale globes, his eyes intently taking every expression that flew over her face.
 

“Beautiful,” he rasped just before spinning her around to face the glass wall again.

Serenity gasped as she found herself staring at the staff. There was something intensely arousing at the way she was almost naked while they were all fully dressed and completely unaware of what she and the billionaire were doing.
 

“Hands on the wall,” her billionaire then ordered and as she raised her arms to place her hands on the glass, she felt him reach to cup her breasts again.
 

He began to play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and then massaging her swelling flesh, and all the while she could only stare at the busy view outside, her breath caught in her throat, wondering what would happen if they got caught.

When the billionaire let go of her breasts, Serenity looked down and saw Willem getting to his knees. He moved in front of her, but when she started to take her hands off the wall, he shook his head, commanding, “Keep them there.”

And so she did.

Still on his knees, Willem pulled her panties down her legs and she raised one foot after another to help him get them off. When she was fully naked except for her stilettos, he simply stayed there and looked his fill.

“Willem, p-please.” She could feel herself turning pink all over again at the way the billionaire stared at her.
 

He slowly ran one hand down on her injured leg. “Does it still hurt?”

She slowly shook her head. “I’m wearing one of your shoes.”

He smiled as he looked down at her shoes. Three-inch Mary Janes, with a black ribbon on the side. “It suits you,” he said quietly.
 

He looked up, and her breath caught.

“I’m going to eat you now,” he told her simply.

And he did.

Her fingers helplessly clawed at the glass wall as the billionaire proceeded to methodically decimate her with his thrusting tongue and stroking fingers. He ate her as she shook in her heels and her breasts flattened against the cold pane, and when he pulled his mouth away so he could start fisting her, she had to bite her lip hard so she wouldn’t scream.

But the billionaire would have none of it.

“I want to hear you scream,” he ordered.

She shook her head. “But what if they hear—”

“Trust me.” And this time, when he started fisting her again, his mouth latched to her clit, and he began to suck.
 

She screamed her head off.

And that had just been the second day of work.

On the days that followed, Serenity soon discovered a wildly passionate, intensely erotic, and blatantly possessive side to the Dutch billionaire that she never knew about. Every time they were in his office, he wanted her on his lap. It didn’t matter if she was proofing one of his letters or he was on the phone. He wanted them in close contact,
all the time.

There wasn’t a day in the office that they did not engage in sexual foreplay, not a day that her Dutch billionaire would not make her come. Now, she looked at his office with new eyes. She looked at his table and thought about how he had once had her spread eagled on it while he ate her pussy. She looked at the carpet and thought about the time they had ground their bodies against each other, dry humping until they had come at the same time.
 

Everywhere she looked was fit to blush, and when the billionaire had caught Serenity with her cheeks on fire, his eyes had gleamed, and she knew that he was aware of
exactly
what she had been thinking of.

When they were in the car, it was the same, but with less clothes. After a week’s instructions to always take the long route, the chauffeur had no longer required additional orders, knowing always to prolong his drive as much as he could whenever the billionaire and his intern were alone at the back of the limousine.

These road trips were always educational for Serenity. It was where she first had the chance to explore Willem’s naked body and see for herself how his muscles clenched and leaped to respond to her slightest touch. It was where she had also first learned to please him with her mouth, the billionaire patiently guiding her, his fingers gentle but firm as he gripped her hair and taught her how to take his cock all the way in.
 

But more than that, the hours they spent in the car were her favorite moments because after making each other come, he would talk to her. These were the times she cherished the most, when she would curl up in his lap while Willem told her quietly about the years she had not known him.

She would ask, and he would always answer. She would cry when the stories became painful, and he would kiss the tears away, teasing her in his sweet, sexy accented voice that she could make it better by giving him head.

Oh, the days were so breathtakingly beautiful that she couldn’t help going to sleep every night with her heart lodged in her throat, terror keeping her awake.

It was too good, her instincts warned her.

Everything was too good to be true, everything too perfect to last.

And it was so, too.

Chapter Eight

“No. We can’t.” Willem’s voice was strained, but his touch was firm, albeit also reluctant, in the way he carefully took Serenity’s hands away from his zipper. But then he caught a glimpse of the dejection in her pale blue eyes as she pulled back from him, and shaking his head with a sigh, he said quietly, “Be reasonable,
engel.
”