But then she felt his fingers cup her ass.
Her eyes flew to his just as his fingers dug into the soft, plump skin, and then he was pulling her closer towards him—-
The unmistakable rigid and throbbing feel of his erection rubbed against the triangle between her legs, and Ilse shuddered.
Oooooooooh...Gooooooood...
“If I kiss you, I fuck you.Do you understand?”
Ilse knew she should say something, do something, but God, it was so hard to think with the way the billionaire’s cock kept rubbing against her core, its head nudging her aroused clit.
“I only have to listen to you having a shower, and I could cum—-”
Her lips parted in a silent moan.
“And it’s the same for you, isn’t it?” His cock throbbed against her quivering pussy with every word, and whatever inhibitions she had left faded at the mounting desire inside of her.
It didn’t matter that they were outside, where anyone could find out what they were doing.
None of it mattered except—-
The billionaire chose that moment to bend his head and lick the tender skin of her neck, and she arched against him with a moan. The movement had his cock pressing harder into her folds, and she moaned again.
The naked sound of her desire made the billionaire swear. “You’re so fucking hot, babe.” He started to suck hard on her neck and was rewarded with Ilse pressing her shuddering body closer to him. “You like how you turn me on, don’t you? When you take a shower, and you know I’m listening, you’ve probably thought of me imagining you...and you like that you drive me mad, don’t you?”
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
And Ilse’s control threatened to slip as the agonizing truth of his words swept over her highly sensitized skin.
And then she felt it—-
His hands starting to move under her skirt, skimming her bare thighs—-
All of a sudden, her brother’s face popped into her mind.
Jan—-
Jan, who only hadher—-
Jan, who needed her to be strong and whole—-
A cry escaped her as Ilse somehow found the strength to place her hands against the billionaire’s chest as she tried pushing him away. “S-stop.Please.”
Even though it was a shamefully weak attempt, the billionaire slowly loosened his hold at the first sign of resistance, and Ilse scrambled away, panting.
The billionaire was also breathing hard, but his blue eyes stayed with her, hard and intense, and she knew then that there was no going back from here.
“I’m sorry.”
The billionaire’s hardened expression didn’t change. “You wanted it as much as I did.” When she only gave him a small nod, he demanded furiously, “Then what changed?” He watched her turn her head away from him, and his frustration seethed.
And then he heard her whisper, “I started reading articles about you.”
The billionaire stared at her grimly. “Is that so?” There were only three types of articles written about him, and all of them tended to be one-dimensional. The most common type only saw him as the billionaire playboy and nothing else; the most effusive only cared about his entrepreneurial prowess, while the last—-
