Caged (How Not To Be Seduced by Billionaires: Book 3) (2 page)

            His fingers suddenly tightened around my hair, and then Constantijin was using it to pull my head back with gentle firmness, forcing me to look up to him. “You
chose him over me,” he growled.

            Cupping his face, staring straight at his silver eyes, I said feelingly, “I didn’t. I never did and I never would. I’ll always choose
you
over any other guy.” Then I pulled his head down so I could rain kisses all over his face.

It was scary and exhilarating, the way my world had suddenly found itself revolving around Constantijin.

            Almost impatiently, he took my chin and covered my lips with another breathtaking kiss, his tongue entering my mouth just as his hands spanned my waist and pulled me towards him. I gasped against his tongue when his fingers started a tantalizingly sensual trail on the curves of my body before lingering on the undersides of my breasts.

            He reared back abruptly, making me look up at him in confusion. “Did you do it to make me feel jealous?” He pinched my nipples at the last word.

            I shuddered even as I protested, “No.”

            He pinched my nipples again. “I don’t think I believe you.” But this time, there was a smile in his eyes as he spoke. He was back to the wickedly teasing Constantijin I knew and loved.

            I couldn’t help smiling, too, even as I said, “Well, now that you’ve---
aaah
.” Constantijin had suddenly lowered his head, sucking and biting my nipple through the thin silk of my gown. I sank my fingers in his hair as I lifted myself toward him, loving and missing the feel of his tongue caressing my body. By the time he moved to my other nipple, I was bucking helplessly against him, unable to control my response.

            And then it was over.

            Blinking at Constantijin, I stammered, “Wha-why?”

            He was breathing hard, but there was a gleam in his eyes that made me catch my breath. It was so…
wicked.
Almost playfully so, and Constantijin in a playful mood was enough to make even the grouchiest spinster swoon. “Punishment.”

            My eyebrows shot up. “
Punishment
?”

            “All this time, Yanna, you had me following your every order like I was a fucking slave. You made me fucking court you, fucking ignore that other men could talk to you without knowing you already belonged to someone else, and when you were finally mine, you wanted to keep it a fucking secret. If I could replace you, I would. But I fucking
can't
!”

            I breathed unevenly, “Constantijin, are you saying that this time you didn't sleep with the woman I saw with you on TV?” It was my greatest fear, something I couldn't even share with my friends. I didn't want them to know that I might just be weak enough to still take Constantijin back even if he had slept with another woman...
again
.

            He glared at me. “Did I not just say so? Is that so fucking hard to understand?”

            Words failed me, and I could only stare at him helplessly. Didn't he see how fucking hard that would be to understand...for
everyone
? He was Constantijin Kastein. The last time we had a fight, he did replace me. In his mind, his bed, his life. But this time he didn't. He
couldn't
. Another smile fought its way to my lips, but I did my best to put it off, the same way I was doing my hardest not to let him know how I was doing a crazy happy dance inside my mind.

            He had been faithful.

            There was a time when he would have taken another woman to his bed just to spite me. But this time - now that he actually had a semblance of a reason to do so - he didn't. Constantijin chose to be faithful to me even though we both knew every woman in this party – and outside it – would have done anything just to have one night with him. The realization was enough to make me forget all the heartbreak he had caused me. I no longer cared about the bimbo I saw with him on TV or the fact that I practically had to crawl back to him begging before we could be together again.

            One day, I promised myself, it would be different between us. One day, he wouldn’t be able to wait for so long because he’d find life as unbearable as I did if we weren’t together. One day Constantijin would feel like that and more because that was how I felt about him.

            “Stop looking at me like that,” he suddenly snapped, making me jump in surprise.

            “Wha—how am I looking at you?”

            “Like you want to fucking eat me.”

            I blurted out, “But I do.”

            Constantijin’s eyes flared wide.

            Shit – did I really just say that?

            Me, the oldest virgin in the state of Florida? Me, the only woman whom Netherlands’ #1 playboy still wasn’t able to, well, fuck?

            Spinning around, I almost tumbled out of my heels in my haste to walk away. I didn't want to be around when he got over his shock. If he did, I was dead. I said nervously, “It’s, umm, really late and I still have to get to work early tomorrow---”

            “Yanna.”

            And that was it. I was dead now. Why did my name on his lips sound so irresistible? I slowly turned around, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

He beckoned me to come forward, and like a puppet I did so, stopping only when I was just inches away.

Without warning, Constantijin cupped my sex, his fingers delving deep until he was practically pushing them inside me, a bunch of fabric caught between his fingers and my now aching folds.

            I gasped.

            He started to stroke me, gently and seductively, his silvery gaze burning with so much passion it made my throat dry. Every touch of his fingers made me feel like he was closer and closer to devouring me. And I wanted him to.

            “Do you really want to eat me?”

            “Yes?” It came out as a gasp as well, a strangled one.

            “Can I eat you first?”

            I didn’t want to answer. It was too embarrassing.

            “Yanna.”

            Oh, God. Why did his Dutch accent always bring out the slut in me? I whimpered, “Yes.”

            “Did you miss me?”

            “Yes.” I said it simply, without artifice.

            Constantijin’s fingers tightened around my sex, his gaze burning even more brightly, like silver caught on fire. “Tell me you won’t deny me anymore. When I say we will let everyone know about us, you won’t argue.”

            “Yes.” Oh God, a thousand yes to anything he asked just as long he continued touching me like he was right now.

            “Good.” He took my hand, guiding me deeper into the manmade forest, the dimly lit room turning the evergreen leaves into black shadows. He stopped when we reached the edge of the room, where flowers bloomed from the spread-out branches of a large tree.

            Constantijin lowered himself to the ground, leaning against its wide bark. He crooked a finger towards me once more. “Strip, Yanna.”

            I glanced up at the CCTVs. “But...”

            “Every one behind those cameras is my security team, and they follow my orders and no one else’s.” When I still hesitated, Constantijin said, “I’m too possessive of you. Isn’t that obvious? Do you think I’d risk having any man see your naked body?”

            I smiled weakly. “I can’t help being shy.”

            “I know that. And I love it. But I also want you to try to be more open, with me – only me. I’ve always wanted to see you proudly giving your body to me.” His voice thickened. “Will you do that for me, Yanna? Will you strip for me?”

            More tense seconds passed before I finally managed to get past all my insecurities and bring my fingers to the sides of my gown. But I couldn’t make them move further than that.
Stripping –
in front of a man, and Constantijin no less. How could he think---

            “Please, Yanna.”

            And of course, those two words did it.

            Music from the party outside reached us, faint but discernible, making me feel like I really was doing a striptease as I slowly shimmied out of my gown, conscious, embarrassed, and aroused at the way Constantijin didn’t take his gaze off me all the while. I knew I wasn’t perfect like him. I had pocket-sized breasts, my hips were too wide, my legs weren’t miles long – but the way he was looking at me so hungrily made me feel like I was a goddess.
His
goddess.

            When I stood in my underwear and heels, he rasped out, “Those lacy things, too. But leave your heels.”

            Oh, dear. This was getting too kinky for me to breathe properly. But even as I thought that, my trembling fingers had already gone to my bra, unclipping it and letting it fall silently to the floor.

            “Beautiful,” Constantijin whispered.

            And then I was pulling my panties down, stepping out of it one foot at a time.

            “Don’t cover yourself,” he ordered when I lifted my arms.

            I let them fall back to the sides.

            “Stand straight, schat.”

            I did, and feeling my breasts jutting forward made me blush harder.

            “Perfect.” His gaze lingered on my breasts before moving down, gazing so intently on the triangle between my legs I slowly became wet. When he chuckled, I wanted to die. He knew. Dear Lord, he knew that his eyes alone had me hot and wanting.

            “Now, come and feed me, Yanna.”

            “What?” I strangled out.

            “Yanna.” A tinge of impatience that should have irritated me but instead aroused me even more.

            “Hurry, dammit.”

            And so I hurried, thrilling to the thread of frustration in his voice.

            “Hold my hair.”

            I gripped his hair.

            “Tighter.”

            My fingers tightened.

            “Now pull my head forward and feed me your cunt.”

            I gasped, surprised at how that last word made me feel even more aroused. When I glanced down at him, my legs trembled the moment his burning gaze meant mine. Those lovely, expressive eyes told me that he really was going to eat me until he owned me, body and soul.