"I didn't want to!" I meant it. "But people have been talking and---"
His lips slammed back onto mine. More relentless. More punishing, beautifully so, in a way that my body craved. I felt his hand going up my skirt and a second later, he was tearing off my panties and throwing it away.
I cried out in protest against his mouth. I struggled, unable to believe that he was letting it go this far. We were at a golf course! A golf course! Anytime now, new players would start coming in!
Constantijin was immune to my struggles. They were puny blows, pitted against his muscular strength. "Keep still," he hissed against my lips.
"Are you crazy?" I hissed back.
Constantijin didn't answer, a distracted look on his face. Between us, I could feel his hand moving while his other hand remained below my bottom and hips, supporting my weight. Before I could look down to figure out what he was up to, I heard him grunting in approval, followed by the sound of his zipper going down.
Oh my God, was he seriously---
He looked at me.
And then his cock surged in, and my body welcomed him.
Had I mentioned the fact that I was wet for him, embarrassingly so, ever since the first time our lips touched?
I moaned, but Constantijin swiftly swallowed the rest of it into his mouth, his kiss keeping me silent. "You are now the one making noise, schat."
There was no way for me to answer. It was always like this, me out of my mind the moment he possessed me. Now, all I could do was think in monosyllables. Ooh. More. Aah. Fast. Yes. Hard. Please. Strong.
He pounded into me, my back pressing hard against the uneven surface of the bark. I was going to end up all scratched later for sure. But it didn't matter. Each thrust left me gasping and wondering what I could do to make it last forever. He kept making me feel fuller and fuller, like his cock was growing an inch with every thrust.
My nails sank into the skin of his back. "Please … "
"What do you want?" he purred.
Oh, he was such a bastard when he was like this. He loved it when I talked dirty, never mind if I felt embarrassed and awkward when I did. Hornier, too, if I had to be honest, but that was a fact I did my best to ignore.
I pounded on his shoulders with my fists. Weakly. All my strength went to my hips, which I was desperately trying to raise up and down to meet his every thrust.
"Please!"
"Then tell me---"
"Fuck me and make me come!" The words were barely out when his hand joined his cock, fingers clasping my clit as my internal muscles clasped his cock and squeezed it. We both gasped. And then we were wildly moving against each other, his thrusts frenzied.
I clung to him, my head on his neck as I inhaled his scent. It was addictive and arousing, a scent that was uniquely his. I moaned in his ear as his thrust and fingers coincided at one point. He shuddered. I shuddered.
"Fuck, I can't hold off---" He withdrew as much as he could without letting me go before shoving his cock back into me, hard enough to make me feel like he had just torn me apart with his love.
I came with a gasp, drowning under the pleasure. Dimly, I heard Constantijin letting out a rough growl as he came with me, his cock still shoving in and out of me.
Moments passed – how long they were I had no idea – before I felt Constantijin slowly pulling out, his cock still semi-erect. He kissed my hair and I closed my eyes, kissing his neck. Still in his arms, I made a murmur of protest as Constantijin lowered me gently to the ground, making sure that my skirt was properly covering everything that had to be covered by the time I was on my feet.
I opened my eyes and was content to silently watch him. He had whipped out a handkerchief and he wiped me dry before wiping his cock. After tucking it back inside his pants and zipping it closed, he crumpled the hanky into a ball and snuck it back into his pocket.
He looked at me. "I love you, Yanna." He raised his hand when I started to say I love him, too. "But you cannot make me wait forever."
The bleakness in his silvery gaze made me swallow. And when he spoke again, I wanted to cry.
"What can I do to make you marry me?"
Chapter Two
The secretary of InterKonek's Vice President of Finance kept sneaking looks at me. She had been doing so during the past three hours that I had been waiting for her boss. I had a feeling she wanted me to throw a fit. I would if I cared, but right now I had bigger problems.
Like, Dutch problems.
Like, marriage.
Like, why couldn't I make myself choose a date for our wedding?
I chewed on my nails. A billionaire's fiancée was not supposed to do that, but right now I didn't care about that either. Why? Why, why, why?
The elevator chimed, making me turn towards it as the doors slid open.
Both the secretary and I got to our feet. "Good morning, Ms. Gallagher."
"Good morning, Ms. Gallagher," I echoed a second too late. I had trouble keeping my lips from trembling. I suddenly remembered the first time George and I had met the woman before me. She was in her late twenties, a redhead lipstick monster who had hated my guts from day one. Sadly, she wasn't the only one.
I had been prepared to play dumb to how snide she was when I was around, but George unfortunately hadn't thought to do the same thing. He had told Constantijin immediately, and my Dutch billionaire, who was overprotective to a fault, had immediately called up the CEO of Interkonek, who had called his VP, who had called Ms. Gallagher's superior, the president of her department, and who had of course called her. Just to, you know, tell her in verbatim – which Constantijin had requested – that she was not to act like a "bitchy hag" to me again.
Well, in all fairness, today she was no bitchy hag. She was, more like, Professor Snape and Lizzy Borden combined, with an axe to grind.
"I trust you didn't wait too long?"
"Not at all, Ms. Gallagher."
Sniffing, she walked past me and I started to follow her only to have the door slam shut on my face.
I blinked.
"You are not to go inside Ms. Gallagher's office unless you are invited." The secretary sniffed.
I was … just going to think that everyone here had allergies.
Going back to my seat, I kept my back straight and waited.
Two hours later, it was already noon and my stomach was grumbling. "Do you think I could take my lunch break first?"
The secretary gave me the evil eye.
I was...just going to think that besides being sorely allergic to stuff, she also had an eye disorder.
An hour later, my stomach couldn't take the torture anymore. You could keep me away from my favorite manga and Asian TV shows, but you couldn't keep a girl from her food. It was my God-given right to eat, dammit.
I came to my feet. "Since Ms. Gallagher seems busy, I think I'm just going to---"
The secretary's phone rang and she answered it. After a few moments, she looked at me and announced with a sniff, "You may go in now."
My stomach begged me to reconsider, but I decided valiantly that I was going to put Constantijin's company before my hunger. Because I loved him. Even if I didn't want to marry him. The thought had me wincing, which unfortunately the secretary saw and before I knew it, she was calling Ms. Gallagher again on the phone.
"She winced, Ms. Gallagher!" She said it like I had just cursed her boss.
"What---I didn't---"
Ms. Gallagher burst out of her office. "So you're going to cry? You're going to run to your lover and tell him I made you cry?"
I shook my head. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, but---"
Her laughter cut me off. "Oh, that's rich. A misunderstanding. Is that what you call fucking your way to a managerial position now? A misunderstanding?" She practically shouted each word, loudly enough to have other people whose offices were in the same floor come out and look at us curiously.
"Well? Are you going to have me fired just because you're his fuck buddy?" Her eyes were hard as they contemptuously scanned me from head to toe. "I don't even know what he sees in you."
"You don't have to know what he sees in me, Ms. Gallagher." My voice shook in my effort to keep myself from crying. I hated this. God, I so, so, so hated confrontations like this. It reminded me too much of the last time Constantijin and I had a fight. That day still gave me nightmares.
But today was going to be different, I told myself fiercely.
That time, we didn't know we loved each other.
This time---
I lifted my chin. "Since you seem so fixated with us, then maybe you should know how he sees you." I took a step towards her, and I secretly jumped for joy when my newly found girl-power-confidence had her stepping back. "I know that Constantijin sees you for the pathetic woman that you are, and if you hadn't been a woman, he would have fired you a long time ago. But he has his limits, and they all have to do with me."