Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“You will not change your mind about this?” her billionaire had asked.
Serenity had lifted her chin. “No.”
The billionaire had given her a thoughtful look. “So be it.” She had expected him to be annoyed by her stubbornness, but instead his lips slowly curved into a devastatingly beautiful smile that threatened to have her heart leaping out of her chest. “It should make things exciting at least,” the billionaire had murmured.
The words had bemused her until she came to work next day, and the billionaire’s first order had been to stand facing the tinted glass partition that separated his office from the rest.
Serenity blinked. “W-what?”
“You heard me.” His tone was bland and a small smile played on his lips as he spoke. But his eyes were utterly serious, and Serenity found herself shakily moving to follow him.
She faced outwards in his office, trembling while she waited for his next command. Outside, the rest of the staff working at the executive floor continued with their day-to-day work, all of them oblivious to what was taking place behind closed—-
Oh.
Her head snapped towards the door. “It’s not locked,” she gasped.
He arched a brow. “And?”
She gasped again. “But what if someone enters?”
“Has anyone ever tried to without knocking and waiting for either of us to answer?”
Even as she shook her head, she stammered, “But what if—-” He came to stand beside her as he spoke, and her voice trailed off when the billionaire’s large, strong hands clasped her waist.
Willem watched her swallow, and all he could think about was how it would feel if his beautiful angel swallowed his cum. Slowly, her head turned, Serenity seeking his gaze over her shoulder, and he stared back at her, making no attempt to hide his rampant hunger for her.
“Willem.”
Hearing his sweet, perfectly composed Serenity, so undone as she whimpered his name out, snapped his control. With a growl, he took her mouth with his, kissing her with almost brutal force. His body slamming against her back, he pushed her towards the glass wall and pressed her hands flat against the cold panes.
Whimpering in protest when the billionaire wrenched his mouth off, she whimpered again when she felt his mouth run down the side of her neck before sucking hungrily at her madly beating pulse. He sucked so hard it was almost like he was drinking her blood, and her toes curled even as she protested, “D-don’t make a mark.”
But her Dutch billionaire only laughed and proceeded to do just that. It was not something she had ever experienced, but she was no idiot, and she tried to struggle out of his hold, worried about how she would keep his mark away from prying gazes.
“W-Willem, n-no—-”
But he only lifted his head when he was done, and there was a decidedly red mark on her neck.
She touched the side of her neck gingerly. “Oh, Willem.”
His blue eyes glittered down at her with possessiveness. “You’re mine.”
Serenity bit her lip hard before she blurted out the truth, and that was that she had always been his. Always. From the very first day he had spoken to her fourteen-year-old self, a part of her soul had known it had found its haven.
But then the billionaire started kissing her again, and all thoughts disappeared from her mind. His hands ran expertly down her body, disposing of her clothes with the kind of efficiency and speed that startled and dismayed her.
Willem saw the beautiful little frown on his intern’s face and laughed. “Jealous little bird,” he teased her huskily as he spun her around to face him.
Her frown turned into a scowl, and her voice was stiff as she remarked, “You’re too good at taking my clothes off.”
The billionaire kissed her hard. “Be thankful for it.” As he spoke, he unclipped the front clasp of her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders.
As her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, Serenity suddenly felt self-conscious at the way the billionaire was hungrily devouring her pale, slender body with his gaze. She tried to cover her breasts, but at the slow, brief shake of his head, she forced herself to let go and her arms fell limply against her sides.
When Willem reached out to cup one breast, she trembled, and when he started plucking her nipple, his eyes on her face, she couldn’t help letting out a moan.
He reached for her other breast and began kneading both pale globes, his eyes intently taking every expression that flew over her face.
“Beautiful,” he rasped just before spinning her around to face the glass wall again.
Serenity gasped as she found herself staring at the staff. There was something intensely arousing at the way she was almost naked while they were all fully dressed and completely unaware of what she and the billionaire were doing.
“Hands on the wall,” her billionaire then ordered and as she raised her arms to place her hands on the glass, she felt him reach to cup her breasts again.