BILLIONAIRE (Part 3 & Part 4) (6 page)

BOOK: BILLIONAIRE (Part 3 & Part 4)

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Several slices
of cake had been served with the meals. As I went to retrieve them, I noticed the paper bag we’d brought, given to Lila after her appointment at the doctor earlier in the day. I opened the bag and took out one of the birth control pills she’d been prescribed.

I sat down next to her, holding the pill up to her mouth. “Open,” I said. “You can wash it down with the champagne.”

She obeyed and I placed the tiny pink pill on her tongue. She took a sip of champagne, swallowing it.

“Now you can have your cake.” I fed her the chocolate cake, and she ate most of it.
I wanted to make sure she was getting enough to eat. She seemed thinner than she had even a few days ago, possibly because we’d been having sex non-stop without taking regular breaks for meals. Something I would make sure to remedy once we got to France. I didn’t plan on compromising the frequency of our lovemaking, not at all. I had grand plans, in fact, that were gaining momentum in my mind. I had plans that were transforming the perpetual semi hard-on I sported in her company to a full-blown Goliath that was now straining uncomfortably against my belt buckle. I wore no shirt and I unfastened my pants. Her eyes were on me, only worsening the effect of my rampaging arousal.

But I would make sure she was well fed. She could stand to put on a few po
unds. And if there was anywhere in the world that was ideal for that particular goal, we were headed straight for it. All that butter and cheese and chocolate and bread. Sauces and fondue and wine and pastries. And I planned to feed it all to her myself, bite by gooey bite, as I gorged myself on her beauty and her pleasure.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her, topping up her champag
ne. “What can I get you next?”

She smiled
, watching my face, taking another sip of her drink. “You’re so kind to me, Alexander. How did you get so kind?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to this. Was I kind? In my own mind, I felt ravenously
selfish
, fixated, desperate to do anything that would get me closer to her flawlessness. To partake in all the sensations of her was worth any amount of self-sacrifice. If that’s what kindness was, then I could do kindness.

“I thought CEOs were supposed to be ruthless and insensitive,” she said, and the duvet slipped off her shoulder as she turned to me, exposing her milky-white skin
, which cast its aura over my existence, bathing me in lusty devotion.

The line of the quilted blanket slid lower, revealing the impossibly pert swell of her breast
. Her nipple was the color of flesh and fantasy, perfectly shaped.

“Oh, I’m very ruthless,”
I said, unable to bear this separation any longer.

She smiled, showing her white chicklet teeth. Her taunts were breathy and soft. “You’re not ruthless.”

“I am,” I insisted, unwrapping the duvet, almost losing it completely at the sight of her opalescent nakedness.

“Show me,” she said. “Show me
how ruthless you are.”

“Show you
how ruthless I am,” I repeated, reclining her seat, separating her knees. I tugged gently on the fine white string and slid the small cotton plug from inside her body, wrapping it in a napkin and disposing of it. I let my pants fall to the floor and I kicked them away. I lifted her, sitting her onto my lap. “I’ll show you ruthless but I want you to see the lights.”

She crawled onto me
so her back was resting against my chest. I lifted her, opening her with my fingers, fitting my cock to the paradise of her hot hollow, sliding into her as she squirmed and gasped from the insistent depth of my invasion. She wanted ruthless. I sunk myself to the hilt. I held her hips firmly against me as I rose deeper into her, without retreat. The tightness of her was indescribable, gripping me into her brutally snug, slippery embrace. She lay against me, her head lolling on my shoulder, allowing total possession, meeting my drives with acquiescent presses of her hips as she rocked back against me, arching her back in a submissive, rolling response.

My fingers found
her swollen little clit within the silken folds of her pussy, which I teased and played as my other hand fondled those magic nipples. I bit gently against the fuzzed, dewy skin at the back of her neck, thrusting again and again into heaven until her pussy tightened around me with almost excruciating beauty, forcing the spooling pleasure from my cock in violent, rhythmic throbs. My ecstasy was complete.

“Look,” I gasped, holding her head
.

Lila gave a delicate
huff of delight.

It only seemed appropriate that the first time she saw the lights of Paris, she was coming.