The Billion Dollar Bad Boy by Jackie Ashenden Read Free Book Online

mouth, took him, closing her lips around him, feeling his fingers tighten even further in her hair.
    “Fuck,” he murmured. “Fuck, that’s good.”
    Victoria smiled and closed her eyes, losing herself in the taste of him. In his heat. In the sounds he made as she increased the suction, gripping the base of his shaft tightly in her fist. His hands in her hair moved, directing her, urging her faster, then slowing her down.
    She went with it, loving how she made his body shake beneath her hands, loving the powerful feeling that rolled through her once more. The knowledge that she was the one making him tremble. Making him whisper dark and shocking things in the silence of the car.
    Making him lose control.
    She’d never felt so utterly in command. Knowing it was her who’d brought them here. Her who’d made it happen. Not him and his stupid head games.
    She began to lean into the raw heat of his body, every inhibition falling away. Exhilaration pulsed through her. With growing confidence, she slid one hand beneath his dress shirt and up over the hard, cut muscle of his abdomen. Feeling his muscles tense as she stroked him. He felt so good. Oiled silk over steel.
    But then sharp prickles moved over her scalp as he began to pull her away.
    “That’s enough,” he said hoarsely.
    Was he serious? She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to drive him over the edge. Wanted to make him lose control completely and utterly.
    “I said that’s enough.” He pulled hard on her hair and she gasped, lifting her head reluctantly from him.
    “What?” she panted.
    The look in his eyes just about burned her to the ground. “I told you I was going to finish this.”
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    Donovan had never been harder in his whole damn life and he’d wanted her to keep going, to take him to heaven with that beautiful mouth of hers.
    But she wasn’t doing this to make him come. No matter what she said, she was doing this to prove a point. To take control.
    And he was damned if he was going to let her.
    She’d surprised him at every turn. But he’d lay money on the fact that she wasn’t as cool and as in control as she seemed and he wanted her rattled. Shaken. As shaken and as desperate as he was.
    Fuck, he was even trembling, and a woman had never made him shake like this before. Never ever.
    Ahem. What about the fact that you weren’t going to mix business with pleasure?
    Ah, fuck business. He couldn’t think about that now. They were in this moment, in the limo, where nothing else existed and nothing else mattered.
    He was going to make her tremble. He was going to make her fucking scream.
    “Sit,” he ordered and when she did so, on the seat opposite him, he slid down onto the floor. . His turn to be on his knees. And he couldn’t think of a better place to be right at this particular point in time.
    The quicksilver of her eyes met his, her face flushed, that incredible hair of hers down around her shoulders in a straight red fall—much longer and thicker than he’d imagined. Her mouth was full and pouty, every trace of that hard, icy businesswoman gone. The woman who looked at him now was all softness and flaming red heat.
    And challenge. He mustn’t forget that.
    He put his hands on her knees, eased her skirt up slowly, and yes, just as he’d imagined, her thighs were pale and soft.
    In the silence of the car, he heard her breath catch. “What are you doing?”
    “What I imagined. Spreading you out. Eating you alive.”
    A shiver went through her. “I thought you said that wouldn’t happen.”
    Donovan smiled when the color in her face deepened, her eyes widening.
    He paused. “This game isn’t a foregone conclusion, princess. Anytime you want to stop playing, just tell me.”
    Her jaw tightened. “That’s Ms. de Winter to you. Stop the hell calling me princess.”
    He laughed, he couldn’t help it. Even now, even knowing what he was going to do, she was holding out on him. Holding strong.
    Well, it wasn’t going to last. He