The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel Georgia Carre (ink ebook reader .txt) 📖

“Goddamn it… Raine,” he shudders, closing his eyes in ecstasy.

I fist him even harder, then prepare to take as much of him into my mouth as I can. Heated and wet, I sink down on him from the tip and slide all the way down to the middle of his length. That is as far as I can go without choking. The tip of his shaft is already brushing the back of my throat. I pull away, the slurping sounds, resounding across the room and mixing with the sound of his heavy breathing.

I tighten the muscles of my mouth even more and begin to milk him, my head bobbing up and down at a moderate pace.

He begins to writhe gently over me, his eyes shoot open to watch me. His eyes are wide with wonder, and sweat beads across his forehead. I love his completely unguarded, almost haunted look, enthralled at the fact that I’m beginning to unravel him just as he has done to me so many times.

Soon, my hand joins in the worship, gripping him, I viciously pump the wicked, wicked shaft. My rhythm increases as I feel his hips begin to instinctively thrust from the delicious agony. I see his hand grip the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turn white.

I can tell he is ready to climax, but I don’t want him to come yet. I want to torment him a little longer. I withdraw my mouth. Tilting my head, I begin to place wet hot kisses up and down the shaft.

“Finish the job, Raine,” he grates.

I take pity on him and milk him once again.

He responds with a guttural almost haunting groan, then suddenly comes with a roaring shout. Hot cum bursts from his cock, into my mouth, and flows down my throat. I swallow it and never stop sucking until his body stills, until there is no more to be milked. Licking my lips, after swallowing every bit of his release, I’m about to rise when I see his hands violently gripping the edge of the desk. I look up and see his face is strangely tense.

Hell, he’s not finished.

His head is thrown back and his body jerks suddenly as he strokes the shaft himself, and keeps coming, the thick liquid spraying over my chest. I quickly grab the rogue cock and slip it back into my mouth to soothe it. I keep on sucking it until he is finished. Finally, he looks down on me.

I find his eyes misty and full of astonishment. This has never happened to him before. Instantly, my heart swells to bursting. At that moment, I’m so happy I almost want to float away, completely overcome with a wild and incomparable bliss.

I did that. I made his eyes fill with wonder and wild emotion.

Me, little, inexperienced, farm girl, Raine Fillander.

Raine

We sit on the terrace sipping Mai Tai cocktails. The sun has already set and the stars are starting to show in the darkening sky. It is very beautiful and tranquil. I turn to Konstantin and find him watching me intently.

“What is it?” I ask softly.

“Today my assistant found someone else who is the right match to donate bone marrow to your sister.”

My jaw drops with astonishment. “No. The cost of the procedure will sky rocket.”

“The money is not important,” he says quietly. “I don’t want you to suffer.”

I leave my chair and go to kneel next to him. I touch his face tenderly. Day by day my love for him grows deeper and deeper. Sometimes I am afraid I will become one of his desperate exes but I cannot help myself. He is so amazing.

“You don’t understand. I want to do it for Maddy. It is my pleasure to suffer for her.”

He leans his forehead against mine and sighs. “I don’t like it, but as you wish.”

“Thank you for everything you have done for us. I don’t know if I will ever be able to repay you, but my mother wants to thank you herself. She wants to invite you over to dinner. Our home is very small and cramped, but do you think you could bear to accept her invitation if it is just for an hour or so?”

He puts his fingers over my mouth. “Why do you say things like that when you know I’ve been very poor for a long time? All this money is nice to have, but there are far more important things in life.”

“Like the secret project you’re working on?” I blurt out without meaning to.

He stills. “Yes.”

“I know you can’t tell me about it, so let’s just change the subject.”

“No, wait. I want to tell you. I trust you.” He pulls me into his lap and I lean against his chest and look up into his face.

“What do you know about singularity?”

“Absolutely nothing,” I confess.

“The definition of singularity is a hypothetical point in time when technological growth becomes uncontrollable and irreversible, resulting in unforeseeable changes to human civilization. Now, it may seem to the ordinary person that moment is far away in the future, but he would be very wrong to think that. Our civilization is actually moving at breakneck speed towards humanity+.”

I gaze into his eyes. “Humanity+?”

“It’s another way of describing transhumanism.”

“Ah, the merging of humans with machines and the rise of the superhuman.”

He strokes my hair. “That’s the Hollywood movie version, and how transhumanist proponents sell the idea to the public. Humans accessing the internet without having to plug something into their bodies must mean the interface with the machines can better serve humans. But if you study the scientific papers they publish, you will quickly find that what they tell you is a barefaced lie. In fact, it is about giving the machine better access and control of the human body. It is about monitoring what goes on inside the human body: synthetic telepathy and reading our emotions. It goes without saying that if you can read it out, then you can also