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When he started to reach for me, I shook head vehemently. “No!” My tone was nervous but sharp. I needed a lot of space between us for my mind to start working again.
The billionaire moved back, standing up to his full height. “If you’re waiting for an apology, you’re not going to get it.” Before I could answer, he continued grimly, “I’m not the kind of man to waste time playing around. If I want something, I do everything to possess it.”
“I’mnota possession.” Even knowing it was such a clichéd response, I still couldn’t help pointing it out.
“But Iwillown you.”
That he could want me so much bemused me, but at the same time his unabashed need had my too-responsive body stirring—-
When I felt my breasts begin to swell at his blatantly possessive stare, I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.
“I want you, and I mean to have you,pchelka.”
“You can have any other woman, and we both know that. So why me?”
“Because you’re you, and I believe you won’t ever bore me.”
I blinked, wondering if I should feel flattered or insulted. Wasn’t he supposed to say he found me irresistible because I was beautiful and sexy?
“May I fuck you now?”
A helpless laugh escaped me, and for some strange reason, the tension in the room actually lessened just a bit at his too-blunt words.
“No.” And even as my cheeks started to redden again, I knew I owed it to him to be just as truthful, and so I said awkwardly, “Even though you’re right, and I...” I stopped, embarrassment getting the better of me. Clearing my throat, I finished gruffly, “Well, you know, even if I feel the, err, same way, I just can’t let it happen—-” I snapped my fingers. “Just like that.”
The billionaire only had two words to say. “Why not?”
I threw my hands up in exasperation. “You know why!”
“No. I don’t.” His gaze narrowed at me. “Unless you’re the type to care too much about what people say.”
“Of course not!”I think.
“Then I don’t see why I can’t fuck you when it’s what we both want—-”
“Because it’s not done that way,” I burst out. Jumping to my feet, I switch the lights in the room on, thinking I needed a little brightness to help clear my mind. But when the room was ablaze with light, I realized I was wrong.
It just made the billionaire easier to see, just made the billionaire look even more heartbreakingly handsome than he had been in the darkness.
Shit.
His gaze captured mine, and my heart turned into a chest-smashing monster again. Bam, bam, bam it went against the wall of my body, excitement making it want to leap out in the air.
“You’re staring at me,” the billionaire murmured.
I stammered, “N-no, I’m not.” But I was, I totally was, and I couldn’t stop myself. Sergei Grachyov was just looking hotter by the second, and—-
He! Wanted! Me!
Why wasn’t I letting him make love to me again?
“You can do more than stare, you know,” he purred.
My toes curled hard.
“And I want you to do more than stare.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
