The Billionaire and The Pop Star by Jordan Silver Read Free Book Online Page A

myself
doing things that were totally outside the box for me. But this latest was a
lot to take in, though the thought of it made me hot.
    Trace was
right. I’ve always only ever wanted to be a mother and a wife. I’d thought I
would have that life with Donnie, but was it possible to have it with this man
that I’d only just met? What if he was just saying these things because like
he’d said, he’d come to know me and knew that’s just what I wanted to hear?
    How was it
possible that he could want me like that after a chance meeting? I’d spent some
time today looking for any and everything I could find about him on the net.
The one thing that stood out except for his success as a businessman, was the fact that he had a different woman every couple of months. Had he used
this same line on them? Somehow, he didn’t strike me as the type.
    Still, I had
another worry. The things he’d made me feel. How will I live without them if this
was all just a game to him? He’d made me feel things I never knew were in me.
My body has never reacted this way before, and even though his size was a
little uncomfortable, the pain was more a pleasure-pain than a real hurt. I
felt myself creaming just thinking about it.
    Could a man
really make love to a woman that much without some kind of feeling involved?
What if it was just lust? I’d seen pictures of some of the women he’d dated in
the past and I have to say some of them were drop dead gorgeous, including the
last one he’d been seen with a couple weeks ago.
    The though
caused me a moment’s doubt and I thought if ways to shield my heart this time,
but I was afraid I might be too late. He’d taken me over completely, something
I had no experience with. I hadn’t the faintest idea how to handle a man like
Trace McKenzie. He was way out of my league.
    I heard him
coming and searched through the stack of movies he had for something to watch.
“What’s wrong?” he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me from
behind.
    “What makes
you think something’s wrong?” I looked over my shoulder at him trying to put a
brave face on.
    “I wasn’t sure
when I first came in but now I’m certain it’s all over your face.” He pulled me
towards the couch and down on his lap with his arms holding me close.
    For some reason
I wanted to cry; he’s been so kind and attentive in the time that we’d been
together, what if it were all a farce? I had no idea that I’d started to cry
until I felt his fingers wiping my cheeks dry.
    “Tell me
what’s bothering you sweetheart.” I could only shake my head and cry harder as
I buried my face in his chest.
    “Please don’t
play games with me Trace, I can’t stand it if you’re just using me for some
sick game…” I broke off when he lifted my face to his. “Baby! I forgot you
don’t know that much about men, only that boy you were messing around with. Let
me show you something.” He stood up and took my hand in his, leading me out of
the room and into the bedroom.
    Standing me in
front of the floor-length standing mirror, he removed my robe, dropping it to
the floor, as I stood before him naked.
    “You see those
marks all over your neck and tits? Do you know what those are called?”
    “Hickeys?”
    “That’s one
word for it, they’re also known as passion marks. I’ve never given one to a
woman before. Not since I learned what they meant as a young man. They may mean
different things to different people. To me, they are a mark of ownership.”
    “That’s my
mark on you. I put it there as a statement to you and anyone else who might see
them, the ones on your neck anyway, anyone else sees the others, I’ll heat up
your little ass.” His hand dropped to one in particular spot that was right at
the tip of my pussy.
    “Another
thing, I don’t think a man that’s not really interested in a woman can fuck her
five times if he didn’t really mean it.”
    “Five?” I
started counting on my fingers and got to four