THE BILLONAIRE'S SECRET BABY

CHAPTER 3

Even Kylie wasn't sure what that meant. The sound of his words soared inside of her despite the fact that they made no sense. She had the

impression that he could effortlessly grasp her in the palm of his hand while she flittered around in desperation. When she was just a few exhilarating

inches away from him, he grabbed her by the nape of the neck and pulled her closer. His body heat seemed to smack her as she placed her palms on

his chest, weakening her knees. "Very well," he had said. He would then put his mouth to her neck and say, "You'll do." Kylie had passed away. Other

explanations for what had happened to her were lacking. Her skin was touched by his mouth as he played with and tasted her. All she could do was let

her head fall back in a glorious, delirious surrender as she felt her mouth open wide as though on the verge of a wordless scream. She was pulled even closer to him by the hand that was holding her neck as it lowered around her hips like a ring of steel. It was excessive.

Although she was on fire, she could hear the party's sounds of laughter and glass clinking in the distance. She then felt his inconceivable

and volcanic hand slip beneath the hem of her dress. She preferred not to think back on any of this. Even though it had been three years, it seemed to

have happened yesterday. High above Manhattan, with her hands pushed to the glass that stood between her and the outside air, she could feel

everything as if it were occurring right now. a fall that, in comparison to Zain Sally, appeared mild in a pitch-dark gazebo on a summer evening. To

stop the lunacy, she had opened her mouth once again, or so she liked to tell herself now, but nothing came out. His mouth kept playing with her

flesh, trailing flames along her clavicle and softly nibbling on her neck's base to feel her pulse. Meanwhile, his enormous hand moved quickly and

without any hesitation up the inner of one leg to the edge of her pants. Before she had a chance to object or encourage him, he began to brush his

way toward her. Kylie had always prided herself on being incredibly self-assured. She was reared as an only child because she was so much younger

than her brother. Always with responsible adults. She was always supposed to act much older than she was. While in boarding school and college,

Kylie's pals had frequently let haste take them down dangerous paths. Never. However, none of that mattered that evening. Because Kylie and Zain

both massaged their way inside her melting heat... disappeared.

His tongue on her neck, his fingers between her knees, and that powerful arm at her back were all he had to play with her. In the crook of

her neck, he mumbled something that she couldn't understand, gruff and low on the delicate skin. Only afterwards would she realize that it was

probably Greek. However, she didn't need to understand what he was saying to understand that it was dirty. It had pierced her like a bolt of lightning.

She had cried at that point, and he had responded with a growl. He then squeezed her. Not harsh, but also not delicate. A different type of sob, one

that was high pitched and keening, was being emitted from that proud tiny apex that had already been throbbing. Kylie had buckled up against him.

How could the entire East Coast not have heard her? When she eventually stopped trembling, she discovered him looking down at her with a kind of

thunderous intensity that was almost sensuous on his face. brutally masculine and strangely related to every location where she had still trembled.

such that his palm was still cupped around her and was being flooded with all of her molten heat. Another quiver ripped through her body at the

thought. In a harsh, low voice, he had replied, "You are surprising. "Normally, I don't get surprised. When he released her, she swayed because she

couldn't stand up by herself. He had taken his hand from her pants, and she had noticed that the severe line of his mouth almost curved. "Come?" she

emphasized.

Then, with too much passion in his black eyes, he had said, "You're more of a meal than a snack." "I also like to take my time eating.

With a terrible thump, reality had reasserted itself: "I have a house not far from here. Who the hell knew what she was doing? Three years later, she

was still unable to provide an answer. Her neck pricked at that point. She took a breath, turned, and then stood still. It appeared as if she had called

him. She had no notion that there was a door there, and he was standing in it. The door must have opened silently because she had no idea how long

he had been watching her. He was just how she had recalled. Zain Sally, the devil himself, has a nasty grin and deep, black eyes that sparkle with

derision. She also knew right away that he had a flawless memory for her. He mouthed the name "Kylie Donovan," as if he were tasting it. She noticed

the glitter in his black eyes. Everywhere. "Your swagger is simply astounding. Have you at last decided to complete what you began?"