Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“I love you,” he rasped as he sank back into the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
More tears fell down her face as Serenity looked at him, her eyes – still filled with terror and despair – did the talking for her.
Looking at her was like having his heart ripped out again and again from his chest. He kissed her hard, saying fiercely, “I love you, Serenity Raleigh. I love you, my Sere, my engel.” And even as she buckled against him and sobs began to wrack her body, he didn’t stop telling her the words, knowing that if he had to tell her a thousand times each day to convince Serenity, he would do so.
As he kissed his way down her body, he said the words over and over. He used his lips, his hands, his body to let her know what was in his heart from the very start.
His hands spanned her rib cage as he pressed a kiss on her womb. I love you.
He buried his head between her legs. I love you.
He thrust his tongue into her sweet, moist folds, again and again. I love you.
He threw her legs up over his shoulders as he fucked her with both his fingers and tongue. I love you.
He sucked on her clitoris. I love you.
And when she came, he drank everything in, every last drop of her release. I love you.
When he rose up, she immediately wrapped her limbs around his body, so tightly that the fears in her heart reached his, and he whispered hoarsely into her ear, “I’m not going anywhere, engel.”
One hand pushing under her body to cup her bottom, the billionaire positioned himself before sinking his cock into her sex. He fucked her, leisurely at first, to drive her wild. And when her hips started to rise and fall in an effort to meet his thrusts, his own hips began to pump furiously.
He fucked her hard and fast, fucked her into coming in minutes. But he didn’t let her up, turning her around without a word before his cock slid back into her, and he fucked her anew. Pulling her up on all fours, he cupped her jiggling breasts as his cock slammed into her, again and again, and he only relented when her breathless pants filled his room, using his fingers to trigger her release.
He made love to her the entire night, and every second of it he only had one thing in his mind. He wanted her to feel loved.
SHE WOKE UP AT THE break of dawn, her body pleasantly aching and snuggled up against the billionaire’s side. Gingerly, she inched away from him, and picking his shirt up from the floor, she pulled it over her head before padding into the shower.
When she was done, she was about to go back when she caught sight of a silver box under the wooden bench in his walk-in closet. Curious, she crouched down and opened it—-
The lid of the box fell from her suddenly limp fingers as she saw what was inside.
A pair of pink heels, studded with gems, and with a bow at the back.
They were custom-designed.
But it was not the only thing that made tears prick her eyes.
Lying in the bed of gauze, under the pair of pink heels, was a smaller silver package. It was easily the shape of a ring box.
The billionaire was stirring when she climbed back into bed. When the bed dipped because of her weight, he immediately reached for her, and she went to him willingly. Their mouths met in a sleepy, sweet kiss that nevertheless made her heart race.
When he lifted his head, the billionaire said quietly, “Mykolas and Velvet Sallis have invited me to their fundraiser tonight. Will you come?”
She thought about the boxes that waited in the closet.
She thought about vengeance.
She thought about love.
Serenity whispered shakily, “Yes.”
Chapter Nine
ON THE NIGHT OF THE ball, the billionaire dressed himself with the utmost care, determined to impress the nineteen-year-old girl who had promised to meet him.
When it was time to leave, he had two boxes with him. He came to the party, tall, powerful, and dazzlingly handsome in his white tux, his blond locks wavy and shiny, falling rakishly down his forehead, a complete contrast to his usually immaculate perfection.
Everyone looked at him and thought, the Dutch billionaire was in love.
On the other side of town, the girl who owned the billionaire’s heart was as giddy as he had been determined, dressing herself in a magnificent gown of azure silk. Her heart thudded with each second. She was nervous and terrified, excited and hopeful.
When she appeared at the head of the grand staircase that swept down to the ballroom, everyone turned to look up at her and thought, this girl was in love.
It was true.
Or at least it was until the moment she saw another beautiful girl at the foot of the staircase, her tall, slim body sheathed in alluring black lace.