LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

“It’s one thing for me to speak all the dirt I want, but it’s another different thing for you to go all dirty on me. You get that?”

Everything stands still – the clock stops ticking, all the fury I was feeling a while ago for this guy fades away, and the stars in the sky align to witness this beautiful and peaceful domineering moment. I feel like I have been born again in his sweet strong arms. I feel so warm despite the cold surrounding us.

He leans in closer to my face, closing the gap between our faces, feeding me his rich scented pheromones. Despite the heat burning my face, I force my eyes to look into his dark brown ones seductively staring at my lips. I swallow hard as my lips part willingly with desire – desire for this man.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The sensation of his hand taking a slow soothing stroll up and down my back is like a seducing lullaby, and I give in to its irresistible magic. As he leans closer, brushing his tempting sugar lips on my trembling destitute ones, I shut my eyes, summoning my sixth sense.

This… This is all so beautifully coaxing, but it’s so wrong. He is angry at me, and I should be mad at him. This is the anger driving him, and I have to stop it.

I try to move away, to run away from this sin-screaming madness, but I am strongly glued to him. I try to push him away, but he is like a stone – strong and unmoving. He is not even shaken by my pushes.

“Andy!” I whisper, but I doubt he can even hear me, because his hands are all over my back now, still managing to keep me pressed to him. I try to pull my face away from him, but I am like a spark, pulling me towards myself every side I turn. “Andy! Andy!” I manage to push my hands up to his face, cupping him, shaking the demons off his head. “Andy, please! Let’s stop this!”

His hands drop from my back, and they stop at my waist, unmoving. His eyes bore deep into mine. They look so dark, with a bit of redness in them. I want to get lost in them for a second, but something hard brushes my belly. “You are…” I stop. What I want to say can not come out of my mouth. The bulge down there says it all.

“Aroused?” He finishes the sentence for me, his eyes not leaving mine. I blink a couple of times. My boss is aroused because of me! How am I supposed to feel about it? Should I jump right to cloud nine? “I told you the other day that I am a man, Tania. This is meant to happen whenever a man gets this close to a woman.” He still is scanning my eyes, his voice hoarse. I bet my face looks like a tomato now after his confession. I slightly nod my head, hoping we could just break away now, but instead, he closes his eyes for a moment, and then opens them, breathing a heavy sigh. “Go get me coffee please before things get out of control.” He says after ages of staring. He let go of me, and takes three steps back, putting his hands in the pockets of his grey khaki pants without turning.

Before I can turn in the direction of the kitchen, my eyes make a grave mistake of looking at the place where I felt the tent in his body, and, Holy Molly! Gracious Lord! I can’t move my eyes anymore. Someone remind me how to breathe and blink. The sight is so eye-catching and breathtaking. I’m shamelessly glued to that same spot. Oh, my! Isn’t he feeling pain given the way it’s protruding? I mean…

“Do you like the sight that much, or are you tempting me again?”

If he did not speak, I would have spent the entire night looking at it. Gosh!

“Aaahh… are you sure are okay? It’s… not… painful?” I idiotically point at his manhood.

“No. But it will be if you don’t stop glaring at it the way you are doing.” Shit! The way he is answering with a smirk on his face makes me feel like a dumbass. I mean, does this thing hurt when it’s erect like this? “Forget about this beast of mine, and go before I lose it, Ania.” He warns, but I don’t know the kind of magic that is controlling me because I don’t move an inch.

“Will a kiss at least help calm that beast?” I rant.

“It will take more than just a kiss to calm it down.” He says after a long silence, taking slow suggestive steps back to me, and I begin to shiver. His eyes have that look again. That look of deepest desire. That look of lust?

I would want to help, but not sex. No. Not sex.

“It won’t get there, I promise.” He softly says, as if reading my mind. Now that got me confused and curious. It won’t get to sex? But still, it’s along that road? What if it gets there? No. I would like to help you, Andy, but what if… “Trust me, it won’t get there. And if you feel like I’m going too far and you want me to stop, just say the word, and I will oblige.” He cups my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs, drawing me back to hear again. “Please.”

His plea melted down all my guards, and the next thing I know, I have my hands draped around his neck, and he wastes no time crashing his lips on mine, and I can’t help but take the glory of his savage kisses and melt in his embrace.

We kiss, and kiss, standing on the same spot for some time, and then he sweeps me off the ground and carries me to his room.

Positioning me gently on his king-sized bed, he flaps on top of me, our tongues exploring every corner of our mouths, our hands rummaging our bodies.

I don’t know where this is headed to, but I trust him, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I want to taste this sin and savour its taste. Without fears, or worries, or doubts, I allow him to take me into the world of pleasure. The world of righteous sin and dark desires. A world I have never been into, but I am diving into it wholeheartedly. Whether I drown in it, I don’t mind, as long as I am with Andy. As long as this is how sweet sin tastes, I want to sin forever, with my Andy.