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)
The guests around them burst into applause.
“Are you alright?” he asked immediately.
She could not speak right away, could only stare at him while he gripped her hand tightly under the table.
“Sere?” the billionaire asked gently even as wickedness glittered in his eyes.
She swallowed. “I’m o-okay.” His fingers tightened its hold and she swallowed again. “T-thank you for helping me.” Her voice was tremulous, her gaze glued to his face, and every cell in her body concentrated on their clasped fingers.
He bent close, and she held her breath.
“I didn’t like seeing you dance with another man.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she whispered, “I d-didn’t like seeing you kiss my sister either.”
Silence.
Then, finally, the billionaire said, “You win.”
Her lips parted in bemused shock. “W-win what?”
“If you’re a good girl for the rest of the evening,” the billionaire said calmly, “then I’ll fuck you tonight.”
Her throat dried. Her breasts swelled. And her pussy slowly throbbed in a thoroughly drenched state of arousal.
The billionaire leaned back against his seat, and as his thumb stroked her knuckles under the table, he arched one elegant brow at her, asking easily, “Do we have a deal, engel?”
“Yes.”
As soon as she said the word, she heard Shane rushing to their table, exclaiming, “I saw it while the prince and I were dancing! Are you okay?” But this was directed to Willem, which made the billionaire frown.
“I’m not the one who almost fell, Shane,” he said gently. “Perhaps you were too far to see how it truly happened?”
Flushing at the hint of disapproval in his eyes, she eagerly grabbed the excuse, saying, “Yes, I’m sorry. I thought it was you.” She looked at her younger sister with sham concern. “Are you all right, darling?”
Willem chose that exact moment to prod her uninjured foot with his, and even the simple contact was enough to have blood rushing to her head. She croaked out to her sister, “Yes.”
Shane looked at her oddly. “You look like you’re about to have a fever.”
“It’s the scare of almost falling off her chair, I’m sure,” the billionaire murmured. Smiling at Shane, he said, “Just enjoy yourself, my dear. I’ll look after the child while I make some business calls.”
She pouted. “Can’t you forget work for a while so we can enjoy tonight?”
“Soon,” he promised. “But go on, I love seeing you have fun.”
When Shane left, Serenity said uneasily, “You’re too good at manipulating people.”
“True.” The billionaire shrugged.
“How do I know you’re not manipulating me?”
The billionaire gave her a sardonic look. “I think I should be the one worried, don’t you? After all...” He let go of her hand under the table and with her beside him, it was easy enough to have his fingers slip under the loose, flowing skirt of her ballgown.
Serenity paled.
“You’re the one who succeeded in changing my mind.”
His fingers moved up her thigh, and Serenity started feeling hot. Oh God, she needed to fan herself—-oh God, his fingers were on her crotch!
Her gaze jerked to his, arousal and anxiety in her eyes.
“Are you being a good girl, engel?”
Almost shuddering at the purr in the billionaire’s tone, she whispered, “Yes.”
“Then does that mean I’ll get to fuck you tonight?”
“Yes.”
And they remained seated at their table for the rest of the evening, his fingers stroking her pussy leisurely until she wanted to sob in need. Soon, his stroking fingers promised. Soon, it would be the billionaire’s cock pleasing her.
Chapter Nine
“GOOD NIGHT, MR. DE Konigh,” Serenity said politely and, not waiting for the billionaire to answer, she stepped out of the limousine. The chauffeur had a look of pained sympathy on his face, but she pretended to ignore this while she waited on the sidewalk.
It took Shane almost a minute before she, too, stepped out of the billionaire’s limousine, but Serenity refused to think why that was so.
Unfortunately, her sister was in a chatty mood, and as they took the elevator, Shane wetted her lips, murmuring, “Willem de Konigh is so divinely sexy, isn’t he?”
“I wouldn’t know since he’s just my boss, Shane.” Serenity stared at the elevator doors stoically.
“Oh, don’t be a prude. I’m sure you’ve heard from others about his exploits when he was in college.”
She had, Serenity thought, but directly from Willem himself. When she had bugged him about it, he had told her reluctantly that contrary to the tabloids’ reports about a certain night between him and an entire cheerleading squad, it was actually just him and half of the squad.
“It may not look like it, but he’s a dynamo in bed.”
“I wouldn’t know,” she repeated, but inside herself, Serenity promised fiercely that after tonight, she would know. And she would be the last one to know because Serenity had this wild, silly hope that by giving her virginity to him, the Dutch billionaire would finally realize the truth.
He loved her, always had, and always will.