The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel by Georgia Carre (best pdf ebook reader TXT) 📗

“No wonder you prefer your relationships to end before they start,” I say. I had intended my voice to be light, but it comes out all high and squeaky. I try to laugh and that comes out all wrong too.

The doors swish open. I don’t quite know how his driver is alerted, but the Rolls Royce glides to the front of the building just as we step out of the entrance. Konstantin opens the door for me and I quickly climb in.

I take some deep breaths as I wait for him to arrive on the other side. My heart is beating very fast. I feel like a thief. I clutch my bag tightly and tell myself everything will be fine. It’s not like I’ll be stealing his last meal or anything like that. He probably won’t even notice the painting has been switched.

He slides in and closes the door.

“I’ll drop you off at your place,” he says.

“My place?” I croak. “I thought we were going to your place.”

His eyes widen, then narrow with suspicion. “You want to have sex after what you’ve just heard and seen?”

I swallow hard. “Yes.”

A strange expression crosses his eyes.

“What’s your address?”

Automatically, I give it to him.

He moves forward, depresses a button, relays my address to the driver, then takes his long finger off the button again. Then he switches on the light and turns to me.

His eyes glitter like a dangerous wolf, but his voice is a lazy drawl. “I don’t want to have sex, but there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have some fun.”

He puts a hand on my knee. I can’t move. I can’t even breathe. Jesus, the man is about to have sex with me. This is not part of the plan. I should be jumping out of the car. I should be telling him to stop. I should be pushing his hand away. I shouldn’t allow him to do this.

But I don’t push his hand away,

I don’t tell him to stop.

I don’t jump out of the car.

I can’t do those things because my nipples have hardened. Because I want to feel his hand move higher up my thigh to my hot, wet pussy.

Konstantin

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Highest In The Room

She stiffens at the contact, but doesn’t move away or resist. Neither of us has uttered a word. But her eyes speak louder than any words she could utter. She wants this! I look down at her plump lips and the image of Alicia’s blood pumping out of her veins goes. All I see is Raine’s generous mouth wrapped around my cock. My eyes glide across her face, her sparkling eyes, and her fair hair.

I know something is not right about her, about this situation we are in, but I’ll figure it out later.

Without taking my eyes off her enormous sapphire eyes, I yank her knees apart roughly. She inhales sharply, but again she doesn’t object. Little goosebumps appear on her skin as my fingers move higher and higher up her thigh. Then I slide my hands upwards while pulling her dress along until it ends up bunched around her waist.

She is wearing a sexy black thong.

I slip my fingers under the scrap of lace and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to stop herself from making any sound. Carelessly, I rip the delicate lace, pull it off her, and toss it away.

Her eyes fill with surprise and excitement, but she says nothing, does nothing. Just looks at me from those beautiful, beautiful blue jewels. I look down at her pussy. Spread open. Blonde curls. Pink. Swollen. Dripping. Delicious. Her smell fills my nostrils, and the desire to lick that sweet slit is shockingly strong, but I bring my eyes back to her face and lean closer to hers. I don’t want to miss any change of expression from her.

My fingers dance along the soft skin of her inner thigh as I watch her pupils widen, and her mouth parts as her breath comes faster.

My hand brushes against the neat, soft triangle of fair hair. She squeezes her eyes when I touch her clitoris. It is engorged with blood. I’m not sure what’s really going on in the background, but one thing is for sure, she is just as aroused as I fucking am.

I let my fingers wander lower to the slickness. My thumb remains on her clit, until without warning I plunge two fingers into her slit. She gasps, her eyes snapping open with shock. Her eyes stay glued to me as she tries to control her breathing. She doesn’t expect my fingers to move so deeply inside her.

I’m not gentle. It’s not what she wants. I’m the guy she detests. The guy that’s perfect for a one-night stand. She’s loving this rough.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her, hearing the loud sucking sounds of her wet juices on my fingers. Every few thrusts, she grunts or takes in a gasping breath.

With one hand I hold her steady while my other fucks her harder and faster. The walls of her pussy begin to tighten. She is so close now. I stare at her. I want to see the look on her face when I bring her to orgasm.

Finally, a low moan escapes her lips.

My thumb rubs against her hardened clit while two fingers search for her G spot. The way her eyes widen and become glassy tells me that I’ve found it.

She grabs my shoulder and squeezes. I know that she can’t contain herself much longer. She clenches her jaw and looks away momentarily, only she can no longer control herself. Her eyes roll back. Her body becomes limp for a moment, but that doesn’t make me stop, because I know that she’s ready for something bigger.

Soon she will… come again.

And she doesn’t disappoint. She lets out a loud scream and her body buckles and then shakes uncontrollably. Her thighs crush my hand, and her toes curl. She gushes onto my