Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

With "her" it is not necessary to specify that it is the woman he married, even if they have done other business before.

"It was supposed," I confirm, "that there was no love in that bond."

"We can talk in the past tense, but they don't bother me with those things," he answers, very annoyed. There wasn't until there was. It was a marriage of convenience until things went wrong and…

I hope.

I wait for him to finally admit it.

"And?" I insist. “What happened?”

I feel that it is not necessary for me to finish the sentence so that I can understand everything at once.

"She fell in love," he explains, "and I... I thought I had fallen in love with her."

"You thought? What are you talking about, Leonardo?”

“Until I saw you at the Symposium from the moment you cut the ticket to enter the room and from that moment I didn't stop following you.”

"I'm sorry, but what you say seems to me more and more crazy...and maddening." I don't want you to leave me with a burned head like you have.

Then he gets close enough for his very strong perfume to flood my lungs and bring his hand to my mouth. His right thumb brushes across my swollen lower lip and something inside me squirms at the feel of it.

I can’t!

I must stop!

“But a part of me pushes me to remain under the power of his manly hands, of his firm touch, like a powerful magnet that attracts everything that comes near.”

“From the first moment” he explains to me, “I saw you and I was fascinated with you. And you know how stubborn I am with those who interest me.”

“Leonardo, still you can’t…”

"Can't what? Tell me something I can't do and it'll be the first thing I'll look forward to.”

Right, Mr. Contreras.

"You can't fall in love with someone on the first night," I blurt out. “Without further ado. You should learn to control what you feel and not bring your wife down just because that night and nothing else… "

“You did it too," he counters.

This time both hands close around my jaw and draw me into his mouth with brutal imposition.

“Did I?” I ask. “The fact that…?”

“You said you loved me, Gigi. You yelled it while making love to you. And then… In the morning, you ran away from me.”

Memories make their way between bottles of alcohol, drinks, sex, madness, debauchery, jumping ecstatically on his cock over and over again while I scream his name and assure him of the forbidden words.

"Love you. I love you, you sick pervert who haunts me."

HEAVENS!

"I…" I mumbled, "I forgot."

"But you haven't forgotten that you still feel sorry for me," he asserts.

And he strongly draws me to his lips in a kiss that clashes in my memories with his marvelous cock and his ample chest where I can rest after making love...

It can't be.

I couldn't have fallen in love with him.

Not in one night!