How (Not) To Be Seduced By Billionaires (Books 1-3)(52)

"Cross my heart."

I giggled. "Pinky swear?"

His eyes narrowed. "Yanna, I love you more than anything else in this world but do not push it."





Epilogue

How (Not) to be Seduced by Billionaires …

And How to Make Them Fall in Love Instead



There is no lesson, no key to your billionaire's heart, no cage to keep him yours.

You just love him.



One Month Later



"How long are you going to punish me?" Constantijin demanded from the  opposite side of the table, which right now wasn't the far end. He was  just seated across me, close enough for me to have my feet propped on  his leg under the table. I was in no mood to have another shouted  exchange. The last time we did that had us popping lozenges like ecstasy  pills the next day.

Shared laughter from his parents spilled out of the iPad screen, and  Constantijin looked at them with a scowl. "And you two are really  enjoying this."

It was the first night of our honeymoon  –  even though we weren't even  engaged. Both of us knew we were going there, so we thought it wouldn't  matter if we had the honeymoon first. Well, okay, it was just a private  vacation. But I preferred the tone ;honeymoon' over Constantijin's ;fuck  week'. I mean, really? Fuck week?

Daria had been so happy that Constantijin and I were back together she  and Nik booked us a week-long stay for the presidential suite of The Raj  Palace Hotel. It had four floors, a terrace with stupendous views of  Jaipur, and the most glorious pool. But the best thing about it was that  it even had its own freaking museum.         

     



 

The moonlight shone behind us, reflected by the ornately designed  surface of the vast table Constantijin requested management to move  outdoors from the dining area.

"But you do look so adorable when someone's forcing you to eat what you don't want," Marge admitted with a chuckle.

Taking my feet off his lap, I stood up so I could bend over and feed him  another spoonful of Hunt's pork and beans  –  the ultimate classic  example of canned food.

"Poor baby," I said with mock sympathy even as I fed him the last  spoonful from the bowl. "See? You ate it all. That wasn't so bad, was  it?"

He didn't say anything, but his silver eyes shot enough sparks to speak  volumes. Then he smiled. "Now, sweetheart, I don't think it's fair I'm  the only one being fed. I think it's your turn."

I blinked. "R-really?" That was awfully nice of him.

"Oh, yes, starting with my cock---"

I sent the iPad flying, all the way to the pool. "Constantijin!" God, his parents were probably drowning in laughter now.

"But I meant it." And then he started after me, the look in his eyes  causing me to scramble out of my chair. I tried to run after his reach,  but laughter slowed me down, and he easily caught up to me.

"Constantijin!" I shrieked when he actually slung me over his shoulder  and ran all the way up to the palatial bedroom that was ours for seven  wonderfully long nights.

He threw me on the bed. I flipped around, intending to escape, but I  sort of froze instead when I saw Constantijin slowly stripping his  clothes off.

White unbuttoned polo, shrugged out of the way and discarded on the floor, leaving his sleek hard chest naked.

My throat went dry.

His khaki pants went off next, leaving him in his briefs. He was sex on  legs, perfect in every way I could only thank my lucky stars he had been  a smart twenty-one year old when he refused to be Calvin Klein's  underwear model. God, if he had  –  I would totally have to be sharing  this  –  all of this  –  with innumerable women and that would have been  hell.

The briefs were gone now, and seeing him stroke himself with sensual  leisure made me forget all about escaping. I wanted to be his. I wanted  him to feed me his cock. I wanted all of him.

"Do you want this, Yanna?"

I bit my lip.

Smiling wickedly, "You know how this will go, Yanna. You have to say the  words." He gave his cock a longer, firmer stroke. "Sweetheart?"

"Yes," I choked out. "I want it."

"Then I'll feed it to you."

My heartbeat sped up as he came nearer and nearer and I couldn't stop  myself from whimpering when the bed finally dipped as he rested his  weight on one knee then another.

"Ah!" A little scream escaped me as he suddenly pushed me on my back and  splaying my legs wide open so he could stare at my sex up close.

"But before I feed you---"

I almost shot out of the bed when he exhaled, the air coming out of his  mouth a caress that made me close my eyes in the exquisiteness of it.

"I have to ready you first."

And then he was licking me, sucking on my clit, tongue thrusting in and  out of my sex. A part of me wanted to throw him off, to give me a  reprieve from the dizzyingly heated sensations that coiled around my  body and electrifying every inch of it.

But the other part of me was greedy and wanton, making me moan as I  clutched his head and push it down. I wanted him to kiss me harder, to  lick me faster, to---

"Constantijin!" My orgasm took me by surprise as he clamped my clit between his teeth with gentle pressure.

As my body shook with the tremors of my release, I was barely aware of  his hands moving to encircle my waist. And then he had me flipped on my  stomach, and Constantijin stroking my folds. The movement was slow and  gentle, but it went back further and further until I realized what he  was about to do.

"No!" With my body stiff with shock and fear, it was a greater struggle to get Constantijin off me.

But he only chuckled, pressing me back down as he crawled over me.

"Constantijin … "

"This is the mouth I want to feed, Yanna."

My eyes flared wide at his calm admission. Did he not know---oh my God,  did he---no words were not enough to explain how I was so not ready for  this.

"No, I don't think---"

"Yanna," he said in that soft, accented voice I found so irresistible. "Trust me in this. It will be good."

Trying not to hyperventilate, I forced my body to relax even as fear  continued to leech blood off my face. I covered my mouth with one hand  in an effort to keep it shaking. When I had just a bit self control, I  blurted out, "I'm scared."         

     



 

"Trust me."

I let him lift my hips up so he could wet his cock. My eyelids fell  closed in breathless terror, mingled with excitement, as I felt him  sliding his cock outside my other hole, wetting it.

Then it was in, just one finger, and I squeezed my eyes more tightly  shut, face screwing up in pain. But Constantijin didn't stop thrusting  his finger in and out in slow and steady strokes the same time his other  hand went under my hips to play with my sex. He found my clit with  impressive speed, alternately pinching it in rhythm with the thrusts of  his finger.

"Good?"

"No," I gasped out.

He chuckled. "It will be soon, I promise."

Would it? But the pain was so intense that I could only gasp, trying to focus on the strokes of his fingers on my clit.

"Yanna," he growled.

"Y-yes?"

"You're thrusting back at me already."

My eyes flared wide open again, and I realized it was true. My hips were  moving of its own accord, my body having gradually adjusted to the  strange penetrating feel of his finger on my bottom.

"Constan---aah." He had slid a second finger in, forcing the hole to  open wider, but this time the fiery sensation was almost beautiful,  something I actually welcomed. I couldn't help moving to meet his  fingers' thrust, my own fingers curling as I gripped the sheet in  response to the burning feel of his ultimate possession of my body.

When he thrust his fingers into my sex while keeping his thumb on my  clit, I knew it was only a matter of time before his cock would follow.  The thought made me whimper.

Constantijin's weight was suddenly pressing down on me, his breath hot  in my ear as he whispered, "Ready for me to feed you this way, Yanna?"

"Yes." I sobbed the word out in helpless fear and excitement.

His cock slid home, and I screamed as I felt him pushing his large and rock-hard erection into that small hole, inch by inch.

Constantijin panted above me, his tension almost tangible as he did his  best to keep his thrusts slow and gentle. But soon I wanted more, and  when I moved my hips against him insistently, Constantijin let go. He  thrust in and out, his fingers in my sex matching the pounding of his  cock. The double penetration had me crying out his name, over and over,  until I couldn't think and just feel.

"I love you," he grated out as his cock slammed back into my body.

I screamed again, my body feeling like it was being split apart in the most deliciously painful way.

"Love you," he rasped, and the words were more arousing than any touch, making my body come in the most powerful way.

Constantijin came with me, his cock grinding deep as he poured out his  come. Hot liquid filled my body in a way that was strange but familiar  at the same time, and I closed my eyes, body still shuddering.