How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires by Marian Tee Read Free Book Online Page A

Moisture formed between my legs in response.
                Triumph blazed from his eyes. “But it’s too late. The moment you walked into my office, with your pink suit and sunny smile – the way you talked to me without flirting, the way you entranced every man in the room without even being aware of it---”
                His words made my body so heavy with desire I couldn’t breathe. He was painting a woman I didn’t recognize and yet the way he was staring at me so intensely told me I was her .
                “I want to be inside you very badly, Yanna, and I will have you.”
                I wanted to look away but couldn’t. His gaze had once again enslaved me, and it was all I could do not to lean toward him and beg for his touch. In a last-ditch effort to save myself, I said shakily, “Can’t we just be friends?”
                Without warning, I found myself being yanked forward from underneath the table, and I let out a soft gasp of shock as I felt his hand go under my skirt.
                I stiffened.
                “Sssh, darling, or people would know,” he whispered.
                I tried inching away but he retaliated by cupping my throbbing core, his hand large enough to brand every inch with his touch. “If you keep moving, I’ll tear your---”
                “I won’t move!” I half-gasped the words out even as I glared at him.
                But this only made his grin widen.
                Then I felt his fingers going under the lacy fabric and my back shot up even straighter. “ No, Con ---” I bit back a moan when his fingers drew a straight line against my flesh, parallel to its folds, before he pressed his thumb ever so softly against the tiny nub of flesh that even I had never touched myself.
                “Do you want me to make you come?” His teasing words were accompanied by movement from his fingers, its tips darting in and out of me but never really going inside.
                Driven crazy by need, I actually found myself inching forward as if by doing so I could trap his fingers inside me. Oh God, what was happening to me? Constantijin Kastein was a stranger by almost all accounts. Yet here I was, craving his touch like an addiction I couldn’t live without.
                “Yanna.”
                “Yes,” I whimpered.
                “You have to promise to keep quiet, though.”
                I nodded, unable to say anything more because his fingers were moving again, going up and down against my sheath.
                “Are you ready?”
                “Ye---” My mouth parted in a silent scream of agonized pleasure because Constantijin had again taken me by surprise, sliding his finger in and out in a rhythm that made a huge shudder go through my body.
                “Quiet, schat .”
                I nodded, gripping the tablecloth desperately with one hand as I did my best to prevent my body from meeting the thrusts of his fingers. I was so wet and crazy for desire for him that even this very first penetration of my body didn’t hurt. If anything, it just left me wanting for more and more.
                “Do you want it faster?”
                I nodded, and closed my eyes when his fingers thrust in and out in increased speed, making me catch my breath.
                “Harder?”
                I nodded again, not wanting to speak. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I’d end up moaning my pleasure instead.
                His fingers fucked me harder and faster this time, and I nearly buckled in my seat when a second finger penetrated me. Oh, oh---a third finger? This was too much.
                “Yanna.” His voice was thick with desire now, almost guttural again.
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