The billionaire's reluctant mistress

Chapter 20

Dalziel growled deeply in his throat and swung her up into his strong arms. His mouth tracked a trail of fire from down her neck and lower, capturing one hard n****e between his teeth.

It had been too long since she had been in a man's arms. His arms. She had not felt the fierce pleasure of s****l arousal for years and Dalziel had seduced her utterly. She made no demur as he laid her on the bed, and came down beside her, pulling her dress free from under her body.

His mouth found hers and this time she parted her lips willingly, welcomingly, wanting his kiss and more, much more.

He lifted his head, and, supporting himself on one elbow, raked her naked body with black glittering eyes. With one long finger he gently outlined her love-swollen pouting lips.

“You are so beautiful, let me give you what I can give.”

He pushed his burning against her body and gently kissed her forehead, the sound from his mouth suddenly became very gentle. She was dumbfounded, his tone filled with tenderness like he was pampering his petulant little mistress. The contrast between his previous aggression and his current gentility astounded her. Excited her.

Her lower abdomen began to burn like fire, her thin breath gasping.

His hands moved over her stomach, taking off the last piece of clothing that covered her body…

Very soon, her legs were separated by him, his finger slowly penetrating her. Exploring her.

She wanted to tell him to stop but the only sound that came out was a demanding moan. A stream of liquid flowed out from the deepest part of her and covered his finger, slowly releasing but deeply sensing its existence. Suddenly he straightened, and his engorged c**k entered her body. In the blink of an eye, she heard an uncontrollable groan coming from his throat and felt his body convulse in a strange excitement.

It seemed to go on forever, he kept changing his position, enjoying the pleasure with each change of angle. His strong d**k constantly penetrated her body, making her unable to forget its existence.

"Rachel."

While their two bodies were colliding, suddenly a voice filled with affection, a soft moan calling her name seemed to come from a far away place.

Rachel stared into his deep black eyes. A drop of sweat fell from his hair, running down his forehead, down his eyelids, he blinked so that his long eyelashes concealed the guilty look. but could not conceal the joy and satisfaction he felt. A drop of sweat fell from his rosy cheeks, stopped in front of Rachel's chest. For a moment, everything suddenly collapsed. Rachel couldn't help but recall the first time she was with Flynn. Flynn had been out of her life for too long. But as it turned out, everything about him, his tenderness, his love, she still remembered deeply. At this moment, experiencing such unbearable physical torment, she understood how much she had missed him, how much she longed for him.

Daziel pulled her body into his arms, and he began to kiss her lips again, passionately stroking the most sensitive parts of her body. The intense desire in her heart then exploded and, in an instant, both her body and soul turned towards the cruel man in front of her eyes. He increased his speed again. It was like he was penetrating straight into her soul and her aching heart. The deepest part of her body swept through waves of numbness, her tears falling like a broken dam. Unable to control her emotions, she called out: "Flynn, Flynn!”

At the sound of her call, his body suddenly became rigid, then vibrated, a low growl rising from his throat.

He leaned against her for a long time, panting heavily.

Suddenly, Rachel remembered that he didn't wear any protection.

What day is it today? Her mind went blank, she couldn't remember anything clearly.

Rachel staggered into the bathroom, leaning against the wall. Looking at her ragged appearance in the mirror, Rachel knew she couldn't go back to the party. She couldn’t see Matt again looking like this. She opened her phone and texted him that she was tired and had taken the taxi home. Without waiting for him to answer, she wearily threw the phone aside, burying her face in her hands.

Dalziel entered the bathroom, hugged her tightly from behind, and said nothing.

"Stay away from me! How could you be so careless?”

He said casually: "What do you want? How much money do you want? Just say it."

Rachel was dumbfounded at Dalziel's words, humiliated and feeling stupid. He couldn't insult her like that. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Rachel blurted out: “What is wrong with you tonight?”

Daziel grabbed her firmly by the arm.

“No, what is wrong with you Rachel? Does poor Matt even know that you are married?”

Rachel paused for a second, forgetting that Dalziel thought she was married.

He continued: “Perhaps, he knows but doesn't care, does he? He must have not had you for long. I was surprised, to be honest. A beautiful woman like you must have tons of admirers, and I wonder why you chose to settle with such an ordinary man like your husband. But it doesn't matter, right? Because men still offer you whatever you want.”

Rachel suddenly realized what Dalziel was implying. He had met Alex at Rachel's house, and thought he was her husband. Things must have looked ugly from his perspective. That she was having an affair with Matt in exchange for beautiful blouses and the chances to attend parties like these. She found it ridiculous and berated herself for being so deeply in love with such a shallow man. Anger flared up inside Rachel. Dalziel always seemed to think of her as a materialistic girl, after everything she had given him! He was such a stupid man, she didn't feel the need to explain.

She laughed mockingly: “It's none of your business. Also, how can you be so hypocritical? You are f*****g engaged too. And look at what you are doing with those models. You should feel ashamed of yourself before judging what I am doing with my life.”

Anger twisted his hard mouth, Dalziel could barely contain his anger. He looked at her directly.

“I have nothing to be ashamed of. Unlike you, I have never walked down the aisle and sworn allegiance to a woman. If I make such a promise in front of God, I will keep it.”

Hypocrites. Only a fool would believe these words.

Rachel was so angry that her lips trembled, and it was a long time before she spoke.

"I'm not the type of woman who gets out of bed with a check and erases it all." He lifted her chin, brushed away the curls that were covering her cheeks.

"Don't pretend. I can give you any amount. Say the number and I will pay you every time.”

His words 'every time' made her heart flutter, it turned out that in his eyes she was just a high-class hooker who used tricks to seduce men. Rachel looked at him with wide eyes of hatred.

"You are unbelievable."

"Don't deny yourself in front of me. How much? Ten thousand, twenty thousand?" He said and gently kissed her earlobe. "Of course, if you can make me happy, I can give it to you more than your current lover."

Rachel knew that he was the type of person who would do anything to achieve his goal. Rachel herself didn't know if she could fight with someone like him.

"Let go of me, I want to go home." Rachel said.

“After what happened, I won't let you leave me.”

"You are shameless.” She raised her hand to hit him in the face, he tilted his face away, sneered. She was surrounded by arms as hard as steel, unable to resist or protest. Rachel was really tired, feeling that she had no strength to fight anymore. She aggressively bit his shoulder blade. She used all the strength she had. No matter how angry she was, she had always tried to let go of everything, showing a fake smile. But she couldn't hold it back anymore, she couldn't contain herself. He didn't move away nor scream, he didn't even make a soft groan, even his breathing was steady and even. She bit him so hard that her mouth filled with the taste of fresh blood. Looking at the drops of fresh blood dripping from his shoulder onto the white bed sheets, her heart was filled with sadness. She let go of him. The two just silently stared at each other.

“Does it hurt?” Somehow she asked him that question. She couldn't believe herself, he definitely deserved it.

“There is a place on my body that hurts more than this.” He calmly said.

It seemed that not only was she naive but also stupid to fall for his tricks again.

Holding her in his arms, he whispered, "I can see that you are exhausted. You can rest. This boat is mine, no one will come and disturb us."