Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1)(31)

I felt his orgasm through his fingertips first. They vibrated, his muscles hardening more than his cock was. Buried in me to his root, his cock jerked. Through the condom, I felt the quake of his powerful climax. I worried he'd break the condom; how could he not?

Shuddering, he stroked slower—finally just holding me steady. Though he was done, the air in the room hadn't changed. This moment felt more important than it should have. Wasn't this just sex?

Then why did it seem like so much more?

Silver brushed his hand through my hair. “That was amazing. I don't want to untie you,” he said without a hint of irony.

It should have been scary, except it wasn't. I blamed it on how dazed I was, my body and mind languishing from pleasure.

My wrists were jostled; he was freeing me. Flipping over, I looked up at him and smiled. He was naked, and it was glorious. I watched as he rolled the condom up, walking across to the bathroom to dispose of it.

“I've never done anything like that. I mean, especially not with a stranger,” I laughed self-consciously.

Silver stood in the doorway, a figure so beautiful and dark. He seemed cut from another time, more comfortable in the pages of an old novel than in front of my eyes.

He stepped forward, and I fidgeted at his approach. The blankets caved under him, his arm weaving around my middle, forcing my spine against his chest. His heart was reverberating; he was laughing, but not nervously like I had been.

“Stranger,” he said, letting the word roll over his tongue like he was chewing a piece of candy. “Do I really feel like a stranger?”

I twisted, searching his eyes. “I don't know. You're sort of like... a concept I've heard of, but never experienced myself.” Smiling shyly, I traced his shoulder. Touching him like this was a gift I didn't want to lose. “Familiar, but entirely unknown. Does that sound weird?”

“It's not weird, no.”

Under my nails, his rich tattoos were shiny with sweat. “It's different for you though, isn't it?” I flicked my eyes up. “You treat me—my body... like you know it already.”

Silver held my eyes, steady and amused. “I did say I knew you better than you realized.”

My laugh was too loud, too nervous. “I don't know why you keep saying that.”

He ran a finger down my bare shoulder, lifting goosebumps. “Because it's true. Your tastes, your preferences, the dips and curves of your perfect body.” He constricted around me like living rope. “You finally belong to me, Pet. I'm never letting you go.”





- Chapter Twelve -


Alexis

I scrambled, my mind on autopilot. He was telling me that he knew me. That I belonged to him?

Silver really had been stalking me.

That was it. How else could he know things like my shoe size... where I lived... where I worked? And why had I given that all a pass until now? Why had I let myself be so damn naive?

Every built in fear that had chased me since five years ago kicked in. Stalkers were dangerous, and danger was something I'd taken painful steps to always avoid. Why was I so stupid?

I didn't know I was standing until Silver reached for me, holding me by my arms and keeping me from collapsing to the floor. “Pet?” he asked.

I couldn't answer, I just swayed.

I'm insane, he's insane.

What if he ties me up and keeps me here forever... he said he wanted to... what if he hurts me... what if...

“Pet! Are you alright?” He shook me, demanding I look at him, and still... I could only close my eyes. This wasn't real, this wasn't possibly real, this...

“Alexis!”

My eyes popped open, fixing in shock on Silver. His face was tormented, fine lines and a deep furrow on the bridge of his nose. I'd never seen him so worried. It would have been comforting if I wasn't so freaked out.

I pushed backwards, hugging my naked chest. “Tell me what's going on.” My voice was shaking; I tensed, making myself harden. This time, my words were sharp and solid. “Who the hell are you?”

Silver lifted his hands, spreading his fingers. “Calm down.”

“I'm not going to calm down!” I couldn't, the anger was all that was keeping me together. I latched onto it, desperate to stay on my feet. “This is a sick game, stalking someone and playing with them! I don't get it... I don't...” I let him get too close to me.

That time, when he reached for me, I backed away. I was moving too quick, my body like a broken marionette. I swung one way, my hip slamming into the bedside table. The bolt of pain made me wince, but it was the reminder of how he'd clung to my skin while burying his cock in my depths.

I'd let a mad man tie me up. I'd fucked someone crazy enough to follow me around for who knew who long, and I'd justified all of it. But his threat of keeping me here, of capturing me so I could never leave—that had been too much.