The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (positive books to read .txt) 📗

We were sitting on a sofa and his hand was behind me resting on the sofa. I could smell his scent, a sweet mixture of musk and lemon and that was enough to get my emotions hay wired. My toes curl and bring my feet closer trying to restrain the wetness pooling between my legs and my hands tightly grip the clutch in my hands as if it could reduce the tension.

"Are you okay Angelica?" There was concern in his voice reaching for me. I instantly pull away my hand from his grip and mumble "I am alright" looking at the ground. Martha reaches us with a glass of orange juice at the exact moment and I had no better words to thank God. I grip the glass tighter than I could imagine and empty the contents in one go.

He looks at me in a stupor. "What happened to you Angelica? Is everything alright with you? His voice was now hinting extreme nervousness. In a swift moment he hovers over me and lifts me bridal style. "Let me take you to our bedroom. I will give you some massage to ease those pensive nerves of yours. Probably you are experiencing one of those pre marriage jitters.

He deftly carries me inside his bedroom and closes the door. Bringing him closer he examines my face thoroughly. His hand reaches my back and unties my hair from the grip of the clip. My long chestnut hair cascades to my waist in free curls. Running his hands softly on my tresses he tugs a few wild tendrils behind my ear. "You look more beautiful when your hair is left loose." He whispers closing the distance between us in a tight warm hug.

Pushing my hair away from the shoulders he nuzzles his head in my neck and inhales the scent of my hair. I shudder under his touch. "Calm down baby, I am not going to eat you." He teases and bites my neck. A shrill cry leaves my lips before I could even make a note of it. He instantly covers my mouth with his hand. "Shh, there are servants around. Do we intend to extract audience here?" He taunts me like I was a child.

Cupping the sides of my face in his calloused hands he gives each one of my cheeks a willies smooch. I shut my eyes filled in aspiration to reminisce the tender touch of his lips on my skin. His hands held my neck from the back and pull me forward for a very long, passionate heart thudding kiss. My hands clutch my pants compact and close my eyes dense trying to control the prurience strengthening. His tongue pushes inside my lips and explores my mouth. Gripping me firm he plants soft kisses running from my ear to my jaw line and his fingers adeptly rid me of my shirt.

I was pulsating heavy trying to regain myself from the intense make-out. His fingers trace the swell of my breasts which was left uncovered by the bra. "Beautiful" he murmurs and starts licking. I bite my lip to control the moan trying to come out. One of his hands cups my hips and he squeezes me there. I jump at the sudden action and try to distance myself from him. "Not so early sweet heart." His voice was husky as though he just got out of his sleep.

His spiral arms then stride downwards gripping my waist and they start undoing my bottoms. I pull him upwards not getting enough from the kiss and snog him ravenous. Looking at me in predilection, he pushes away the strands covering my face. "Do you know sweetheart, you are a beguiling seductress, a drug to which I have gone addicted? I can't stop myself from connecting with you, holding you in my arms and caring for you all my life."

"Please stop Augustus. I can't take it anymore." I plead him controlling the desires building in my flesh and run out of the house pulling my shirt back. "Stop" I was almost reaching the entrance of the house when I hear him. In powerful and tough strides he reaches me within seconds and takes a hold of the purse resting in my hand. I try to pull it off his hands but he was too strong. "This is too personal. You are not supposed to..."

"What is this?" He brings out the bottle of sleeping pills hiding in my purse. "You thought of sedating yourself before the marriage so that you can stop the wedding or put it even worse, to kill yourself? His voice was burning in anger, his aura herculean and effectual like a wild wolf hunting for its prey. "How did you find out?" I asked him forbearing and exposed with tears.

"There are cameras everywhere in my house. I watched you from my computer tugging a bottle of pills in your purse before entering the mansion. I am not stupid. I connected the dots." His voice was assertive surreptitious and commanding, demanding answers from me. But moments later his thunderous, unwavering demeanor was replaced with languidness and fragility. He kisses my forehead. "It breaks my heart when I see you in pain, cupcake."

"What is it that you are worried about?"

"Why do you want to end this marriage before it even starts?"

"Why do you hate me so much?"

He felt shattered with his eyes red covered with unshed tears.

Holding a finger to me, he gets back efficacious and sovereign like a ruling king. "You pull that stunt upon me," he points to the bottle now resting on the table in his drawing hall. "I am going to press charges against your dad on the grounds of manipulating his daughter against marrying me, for instigating my fiancée on a suicidal attempt and damaging my reputation in the society." His eyes were now blaring fire like a monster set to kill someone. "Cheating and robbing me off my company accounts."

Taking predatory steps, he comes closer to me with hands balled in fists covered in fury. "Please, no...." I beg him with my hands folded almost falling to my knees. "I will be a good woman and agree to marry you giving no further complications." But he doesn't pay a heed to me anymore and continues on his grating words. "Never try to invoke the monster inside me else I alert you in debouch the repercussions will be god awful. Don't tell me I didn't warn you in advance because I did." His last words reverberates the magnificent hall sending shivers down my body and I run out of his mansion to save my life like a helpless woman from a devil's cave.