Billionaire Badboy by Sophia Kenzie Read Free Book Online

happening.”
    “Yes, it is. You climbed four flights of stairs. There’s no
reason to do that otherwise.”
    “So I can’t just spend time with you? What have we been
doing the last few hours then?”
    “Oh, come on, you knew getting me drunk would lead us here. That’s
how you work.”
    “Don’t just assume things about me because you’ve read a few
page six articles. And don’t you dare think that you know anything about me
just because you’ve written those half-assed articles of your own.”
    “And don’t you dare criticize my life’s work.”
    Our voices were becoming too loud, but I couldn’t control
the anger coming up my throat. Why was I so angry? It was a silly little
conversation. It didn’t need to be so heated. “Your puerile pieces on my bad
boy billionaire lifestyle are your life’s work now? What happened to avenging
your father’s death?”
    “You don’t get to bring up my father.”
    “Then you shouldn’t have told me about him.”
    “You know what?” She took a step back, bringing her hands to
her head and brushing them back through her hair. “This was a mistake. Get
out.”
    “No.”
    “Then have your way with me.” She threw her arms out to the
side. “You have two options. Pick one.”
    “What? So you can write a story about it tomorrow? How I took
advantage of another drunk girl who was too vulnerable to make a decision for
herself?”
    “Yes. Yes, exactly.”
    “So that’s what this was about the whole time? You’re
whoring yourself out for an up close and personal story? Well that’s too bad,
sister.”
     
    I slid past her, making my way to the door, but she grabbed
onto my sleeve and flipped me around to face her before she slammed me up
against the wall. My head bounced off the concrete.
     
    “No you don’t.” I growled at her as I lifted her easily off
of her feet and replaced her spot with mine. I had her shoulders pinned back as
her chest quickly rose and fell with her staggering breath.
    “Kiss me.”
    “Don’t tell me what to do.”
    “Then kiss me, you coward.”
     
    I was the dominating one. I told women where I wanted them
and when I wanted them. Her complete disregard for the role I expected her to
play angered me so much that I felt a fire within me I couldn’t control. I
thought about the fantasy where I put her over my lap as I slowly lowered my
face to hers, keeping my mouth inches from her moistened lips. I wanted to
taste them. I wanted to suck on her bottom lip until she screamed with pain. I
wanted to push my body up against her so she could feel what her disobedience
was doing to me.
     
    “I said, don’t tell me what to do.” My words were slow,
deliberate, and I breathed each syllable into her mouth. Her eyes closed, and
she purred softly at the taste of my breath. I lowered further, until our lips
met, but I did not kiss her. I sat there, feeling her want me. I felt her craving
grow strong as my warmth invaded her. She purred again, this time, louder, and
I groaned as my pants tightened in response. I allowed my tongue to slide into
her mouth, tasting her ever so briefly before I took it away. I wanted her to
want me for reasons other than a story. I wanted her to think of me as a man
rather than a boy. I wanted to prove wrong every degrading thing she had
reported of me.
     
    I felt her mouth begin to close, begging for my lips to
follow, but I held strong. She needed to learn the pain of wanting, and I was
going to teach it to her. I was going to teach it to her, I was going to teach
it to her again, and then I was going to fuck her. And then she would have
nothing to write about, because I would own her.
     
    Just as I was about to bite down, bringing her into the most
wanted kiss she had ever experienced, I remembered my father, and what he had
said the night he had first laid eyes on her.
     
    “All she needed was a good fuck from me and she would’ve
known her place. She would’ve shut her mouth