Beauty and the Billionaire Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
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He pulls my panties back into place before dropping my dress back down. He rises to his feet, towering over me. His lips glisten with my arousal.

“You’re a virgin?” His voice is thick. I nod my head yes. His eyes search my face.

“That…”

“Don’t.” He cuts me off. “Fuck me.” He takes a step back, running his hand down his face. The cold look he gets takes over his handsome face. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” He turns, heading for the door.

I open my mouth to say something, but no words come. I jump when he slams the door behind him.

What the hell just happened?

9

ROMAN

Is this what death feels like? I wonder. No, this has to be worse. At least there is a finality to death, unlike my current situation. This must be what it’s like to be stuck in purgatory. It's been five days since I had my tongue inside of my wife. My cock is hard at the thought of how she sounded when she was moaning my name.

She surprised the hell out of me when she threw herself at me. I’d been giving her a little space before that. I wanted to build her up so she would want more.

Then I took it too fucking far too fucking fast. She looked a breath away from bursting into tears afterward. I’d been so frantic to taste her and make her come that I missed the signs that I was going too fast. I pick up my tumbler full of the amber liquid that’s sitting on my desk and chuck it into the fire.

“Does that make you feel better?” George asks, standing in the doorway to my office. I’ve been living in this room for the most part. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her or of her pulling away from me.

“Fuck off,” I mumble.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early for a drink?”

I shrug, not giving a shit. I only took a couple of sips. I know now more than ever I need to be thinking clearly. It’s hard enough to do that when Fawn is near me.

“Is there something you need?”

“Wanted to remind you about the charity event tonight. You promised you’d go.”

I grit my teeth. I hate charity events with a passion. They often spend more money on the event and barely break even at the end of the night. I’d rather cut a check and be done with it.

This one is different though. It’s for a women's shelter. There were a handful of times I remember my mom taking me to one before. My father would always win her back in the end. He regretted that once I became a teenager and towered over him. I ruined his life as soon as I could, and I don’t feel any remorse over it.

“I’m still going.”

“Good. I told Fawn to be ready by six. Does that work for you?” I’d told her last week I had an event on Friday and she was to come with me. Like the bastard I am, I hadn't asked. I demanded it. I didn't want to hear the word no come from her lips, so I avoided it.

“If she wants to come, that’s fine.” I’m giving her an out.

“If she wants to come? How about you fix whatever you did so you can stop walking around here like a bear with a thorn stuck in his paw?”

“I don’t need your advice,” I grit out.

“Well, I think you do.” He turns, leaving my office, getting the last words in. He always manages to do that.

I have been on a hell path lately. I’ve been barking orders at everyone. At least I managed to get some work done. Not much. I missed her home-cooked meals and us sharing a bed. Overall, I just missed her. I’m addicted to her, and not being near her has me going through withdrawal.

If I was a better man, I’d let her go. But I’m not, and I know I’ll never be able to do that. I also believe she’s safer here where I can take care of her. She’s not working herself to the bone and barely scraping by.

Then you have her father. He’s bound to get himself into another mess. Offering his daughter up in order to get out of trouble came easily to him. She has so much on her plate. Especially the worry she carries for her grandmother. Fawn has no one to lean on to give her comfort. I want to give her all of these things.

I run a hand down my face, having no fucking clue what to do now. I’ve been trying to give her space, but the reality is I don’t trust myself around her. I lose control way too easily. My need to have her is all-consuming.

I try to focus on work for a few hours. I have a big buyout coming up soon. I’ve invested a lot of time and money into it. My father tried to pull it off years ago but failed miserably. It will give me great pleasure to accomplish something he was unable to.


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