Breaching the Billionaire: Alethea's Redemption (Book 6) (Legacy Collection) by Ruth Cardello Read Free Book Online Page B

Dominic. Now, more than ever before, she needed to keep her head clear, if she was going to figure out what was going on. On the other hand, he might have inside information that could clear Stephan.
    I told Lil I wouldn’t do anything until we spoke again.
    However, she did dare me to call Marc.
    So, technically, I won’t be breaking my promise.
    “Okay, one drink. ”
    “Excellent. Now say it.”
    “Say what?”
    “Yes.”
    What game was he playing? “No.”
    His voice deepened , and hot desire shot through Alethea as he said, “You are a delicious challenge, Alethea. Keep fighting to control every situation. It’ll make your eventual submission that much sweeter.”
    Alethea’s heart thudded loudly in her chest as her body once again was at odds with what she was thinking. Submission? Who does this guy think he’s talking to? With some irony, Alethea admitted to herself, only a woman who just drenched her panties at the thought of him trying to make her submit.
    Cool. Play it cool. Don’t let him see that he’s getting to you.
    “I thought you wanted to meet for a drink.”
    “We both know what you really want from me. Why try to deny it?”
    “Wow, there probably isn’t room for me and your ego in your bed, so I’m going to pass on that offer.”
    His low chuckle was about the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. It was playful, yet held a promise of determination. “I love the way you hide behind sarcasm when you’re scared. It may turn off some, but I think it’s hot. You can insult me all you want, Alethea. It won’t change how the night ends. I know what you need.”
    A cold shower? What the hell is wrong with me? She angrily tucked her comforter tightly around her. “I don’t need anything. I can have who I want, when I want, how I want.”
    “And that’s why you’re not satisfied. You don’t want someone you can control. You dream of being taken , roughly, again and again. You want to be the one who begs for release. I know what you crave, and I can give you that fantasy and more. But you have to submit to me fully. That’s what I like. That’s what I need.”
    Alethea panicked and hung up.
    Before she agreed.
    Her phone vibrated and she checked her messages. He’d sent her a short text. “I thought you were braver than that.”
    She could almost hear him laughing, and an angry heat spread up her cheeks. Bastard. She threw her phone down next to her on the bed.
    What an arrogant ass. Who does he think he is—God’s gift to the vagina?
    She mimicked his voice as she repeated his words, “No man has ever fully satisfied you.”
    Ridiculous.
    And right.
    Of course , she’d had her share of orgasms and sexual partners, but none so remarkable that they’d remained crisp in her memories. She’d kept the number to one hand by remaining in contact with one of the more talented of her partners, but even he was little more than a convenience. A girl could only invest in so many batteries before sex had to involve the real deal.
    Maybe that’s the problem. She tried to remember the last time she’d had sex and realized it’d been more than a year. It’s been too long. That’s all this is. I’m a healthy woman in my prime.
    Marc is nothing special.
    I should have met him for a drink just to scratch an itch and end this ridiculous fascination I have with him.
    Why couldn’t he ask her out, buy her a drink, and let her sneak out in the middle of the night while he slept , like every other man she knew? Why go all macho and all “You will submit to me”?
    By saying that , he proved how very little he does know me.
    I’ll never submit to a man.
    Okay, now and then in a passing fantasy, but that’s fantasy. In reality I would never give anyone else control over me.
    She remembered a therapist she’d spoken to back in high school, when her mother had thought she needed to talk out her feelings. The woman had warned her that she would never be happy if she lived the rest of her life on