His Regret: The Billionaire's Untamed Wife

Chapter 4

Leah

"Thanks for the offer, but-" I started to say, but was interupted by Chloe who appeared from nowhere.

"But nothing." she smiled sheepishly. "I see you have met my uncle, Casper." she chimed, putting an arm around both of us as she guided us towards the bar. "Casper, this is my bestfriend, Leah. Please have a drink with her."

I watched, my mouth open, ad Chloe proceeded to call for shots, while Casper stared at me, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of his lips.

Eleven later, and I could feel the alcohol start to kick in.

I blinked, my ears tingling slightly.

"Are you okay, princess?" Casper asked, his gaze trained on me.

Goosebumps scattered across my skin.

Men like Casper were the kind you ran away from. There was nothing gently about the man standing before me, looking like he had been carved by the Greek gods themselves.

He was not soft in anyway, from the hard jawline to his straight nose, and the hard panes of muscles that rippled underneath the suit he wore.

His curly hair had been tamed and swept in place, but they sprang free, giving him a rough look that if I hadn't been planning on running away, I would have found sexy.

I was still stunned by what he did and still couldn't fathom why he did it.

"I'm fine." I answered, clearing my throat.

"Dance with me then."

What?

"That's a stunning offer, and I am sure any woman would be happy to dance with you, but I'll respectfully decline as I'd rather finish my drink." It was one thing drinking with him, and it was another thing entirely, being so close to him.

The man was a literal walking s*x god, and everything bad put together.

One more touch from him and...

My eyes landed on the open space of skin beneath his chin, and I briefly imagined what it would feel like. Or taste like...

"I suppose your eyes say otherwise, Leah." Casper stepped closer, extending his hand.

My cheeks intantly burned at being caught.

"My eyes say nothing." I retorted, tearing my eyes away from him and picked up the bottle of vodka and withouth thinking, brought it to my lips.

Casper was not fast enough. By the time he pulled it away, I had gotten a few good gulps. "Careful there, princess. We don't want to get drunk now."

Our hands brushed slightly, and I felt a tiny zing work it's way up my hands and pool in my stomach.

I jerked, pulling my hand away, and got to my feet. "Fine. I'll dance with you." I said half-heartedly.

I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I let my body control my head.

Casper smirked. "Good girl."

There was something in the way he said it that made me shiver.

I took his hands and let him pull me to the dance floor.

I could feel eyes on me, watching, waiting.

But I wasn't bothered by them. In fact, the moment Casper wrapped his long fingers around my waist and pulled me close, I forgot about my worries.

Maybe it was not going to be bad if for just tonight, I pretended like every other person. Even if it didn't feel like pretense.

Our gazes met, and I instantly forgot about Evan and Racheal.

"You intruige me, Miss Thompson." His eyes glowed a liquid blue keeping mine in place.

"Just like every other woman in here, Mr Williams." I bit out, my throat a bit dry.

A small frown graced his forhead, making him appear slightly dangerous. "And why would you say that?"

Casper pulled away, twirling me before pulling me back. "I saw you earlier. You had quite a crowd of eager women around you."

His chuckle was rich and deep, and it did things to my belly I didn't think a mere chuckle could do. "And yet, I'm not dancing with any of them."

We locked gazes again, and I could swear I saw something flicker in his, but it was gone in an instant.

I wasn't sure what to say anymore. "Thank you once again for earlier. I wish I could repay you somehow."

Casper's eye literally darkened. "Oh you can. And you will."

It sounded like a threat, but by the heavens, I didn't feel threatened. Instead, I stepped closer, licking my bottom lip tentatively.

"Really? And how can I repay you?"

Somehow, I knew the answer before I got it.

"Cas-"

My words died on my lips as in one smooth move, Casper's lips crashed over mine.

The kiss was in no way slow, or the kind that should be happening right in the middle of the dancefloor.

I stilled for just a second, before melting into him.

His lips were surprisingly soft, and he tasted of whiskey.

I slipped my hand around his neck as the music around us seemed to disappear.

Casper growled, deepening the kiss.

I wasn't sure how long it lasted, but by the time we pulled away for air, the music had ended and guests were beginning to leave the dance floor.

My eyes met his ones again, and in them I saw a darkness that matched mine.

He didn't need to say the word. He was saying it all with his eyes.

Almost an agonizing half an hour, filled with stolen kisses and touches, the dirver pulled into the parking lot of a highrise apartment.

I allowed Casper lead me to his private elevator, and up to the most esquisite penthouse I had seen.

There was no time to take in the bauty of the place as my mind was on other things.

My core throbbed, and my n*****s went rock hard underneath the delicate material of my dress.

"Casper..." I whispered his name as he slipped his fingers around my neck in a loose but firm grip, then bent down and took my lips in a hard kiss that left me wanting for more.

His intentions were clear in his eyes, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

"You have no idea what I intend to do to you, and how much I want you to enjoy it, princess." he whisperes against my lips, nudging me gently so I walked backwards.

It was crazy how things spiralled quickly.

How I had only just met him, but couldn't wait until he took me. But I wanted it. And this time, the blame wasn't just on the alcohol.

I felt wanted, and I liked it.

"What do you intend to do to me, Casper Williams III?" I asked, every shy bone in my body disappearing as I boldly reached for his suit and nudged him so he let go of my neck and the suit fell to the ground.

"You'll see, Princess?" he drawled when I reached for his button, and instead of unbuttoning them like a prima nd proper lady should, I fisted them and ripped them apart, gasping when the hard muscles beneath them came into view.

The smooth panes of his chest begged for my touch, and I drooled when my eyes landed on his hard n*****s.

How could a man like him be so...perfect?

"You surprise me, baby..." he groaned and reached for me, but I swatted his hands away, choosing instead to unbotton his trousers.

"Fuck..." Casper groaned as I reached in and pulled out his hardness. Before he could say more, I fell to my knees, my core throbbing once again when I saw how big and rock hard he was.

"It's not just you who wants to do things, Casper." I moaned before parting my lips and taking him in my mouth.