The Billionaire's Uncontrollable Desires

Chapter One. Emma A heart fluttering smile forms on his face as he swirls the glass of wine in his hand. His collar is soaked with sweat, just like the rest of his body, and his muscles are something of ethereal beauty. The lights, though dim, are sharp and almost blinding. My mouth tastes of vodka, bitter but still a bit watery. Salivary. He looks at me like a meal he wants to devour and I don't dare look away. I let him stare, let his mind wander, and while his silver eyes drift all around my body, I also choose to let myself wander and explore what this man has in store for me. I let my fingers travel to his shirt and start playing with his buttons, removing them one after the other from top to bottom. I watch his beautiful eyes travel down my dress, desire laced in his composure. His eyes are longing, desperate, like I'm the only woman he can see. The only woman he wants to share his body with. And I can't help but feel the same–I want to be with this man and only him. I let him lean into me as he reaches for the knots on the back of my shirt to unbuckle my bra. He breathes on my neck shakily, whispering stuff to me I'm too weak to hear. Then he plants kisses on the nape of my neck with his lips parted. Heat forms in my belly, my hands and my thighs as I feel his bulge against my knees. I gasp ever so lightly, so that it doesn't bother him but also so that he loves every bit of it. His lips make their way to my cheek, while his fingers run between my thighs, caressing and teasing me through my panties. A soft moan escapes from my lips making him to bellow in a lovesome tone “you're so wet” I turn my face around, quickly growing tired of his slow pace and smash my lips into his. His lips are warm and inviting as he introduces his tongue to mine in a sensual ballet. Lights flash in my periphery. Shutters click for a few seconds,but all I can think of and all I care about is this man's delicious kisses. His mouth tastes like raspberries and spirits mixed together, an intoxicating flavour that makes me never want to let go. I run my fingers through his curls in a frenzy, trying to get all of him all at once. I don't mind that his hands are squeezing my arms as he struggles to pull my damn bra away from my body, but soon, I realise that the bar gets too small for the both of us. Catching my breath, I back away from him. “What's wrong?” he whispers, his warm breath against my lips. I bite my lips and reply, “We need a room,” He instantly calls one bartender and exchanges a few words with him before a key slides across the table to himself. I grab his hand, ready to make myself all his for the night until the bartender returns again, this time with a notepad. “You like vodka?” the man turns to me and asks. I run my fingers through his vest, “I'll have whatever you're having.” His reply is a knowing yet alluring smile that makes him look ten times sexier. “Two shots of Nalewka,” he says to the bartender. “make it quick!” As the man disappears to prepare and keep our drinks aside, he leans toward me, his hands placed on my lower back as he leads me away from the bar stand. “Right this way…” he says. We reach a hidden door underneath a flight of stairs and open it to see a neatly made bed with candles all over the bed sides. It's dark in here but bright enough for us to see our faces. At the bedside table are two shots of Nalewka. He then shuts the door behind us, key-locked and all, before he wraps his arms around my waist from behind, holding my back against his chest. “What do you think?” “this is decent…” I reply. “Pretty decent” he replies breathily on my neck. My bra falls freely from my dress and down to my ankles. I turn around to face him to make our lips meet once again. I want to explore him and let him explore me twice as much, but I just can't get over the taste of his mouth and the fervency of his kiss. His hands grab the back of my thighs and lift me up against his waist, letting me feel his bulge against my panties.. My lips are still locked with his when he places me on the bed. Letting go of me is a bit of an issue that I don't want him to deal with. I want every part of him but still I don't want to let go of the kiss just yet. But when he finally lets go, I open my eyes to see him kneeling above me with his knees spread between my legs. He gazes at my bare chest for a second with his lips spread in awe, like it's the first time he’s seeing a bare woman in his life, before leaning in to place a kiss on my chest. For a second I feel breathless. A moan escapes my lips and I don't bother to cover it up. I can't wait to see what he'll do to me. Then he takes off my panties and for the first time tonight, I feel awfully shy. My cheeks flush as he teases me with the tip of his hard length. The mindless passion that drove me here just a few seconds ago strays shy of his raw, built frame. I don't know why I suddenly don't want to do this anymore, but the way he looks at me makes me think and feel otherwise. “mon chérie…” his voice is low and gravelly, “Are you okay?” I don't know how to say it. How on earth do I explain that he makes me shy by doing literally nothing? “I'm a virgin” I hear myself blurt. He doesn't even seem to care that much. Though that was a lie, I expected something more than just a shrug and a laugh. “You don't need to worry, my love” he says with a deliciously seductive voice while circling my spot with his d**k. “You're gonna love this.” ~•°•~ “Why don't you come over to Belgium for a change?” I wake up at my desk with a piece of paper stuck to my face. I'd laid for so long on the pages of my book that it's stuck together, and now the words are ruined with sweat and lipstick. It has turned dark already. The moon is hidden below the horizon, far beyond an expanse of blue- black skies and castle silhouettes. Downstairs, my best friend is screaming on the landline with her older sister. At least that's who I think it is since she has spent the past week arguing with her over moving to live with her in Norfolk. I've been forced to stay in my room until she settles things with her sister which, judging from how relentless she is, would be incredibly difficult to do. The first thing that crosses my mind is how long I really spent sleeping on the desk. Come to think of it, how did I even get to the desk to begin with? The last thing I can remember was trying to hail a cab to take me back home after a long day of work in the restaurant. After that there was nothing too significant that happened. Nothing more significant than sleep. I must've been sleepwalking; too tired to realise what I was doing but somehow conscious enough to know where my bed was and how to get to it. Then again I can't help but have a feeling I was caught in something else. I try to get to my feet but suddenly my head is banging as different colours of neon and black blind my vision. Stumbling back to the desk, I grab a hand full of soaked paper and let my legs give way. Something jabs my spine once my backside reaches the floor. It hurts so bad that the pain spreads rapidly across my back, only adding to the throbbing headache pounding in my head. Before I can even groan in pain, the door flies open and a concerned Layla is standing in the doorway, the whole telephone in her hand as she stares at me. “Are you okay?” She asks firmly, walking toward me still with the device in her hand. “Been better…” I reply tight-lipped. “ Who's that?” a voice says from the telephone. “Keren, I'll talk to you later” Layla says before tossing the device on my bed.