My hottest Billionaire a Boss

Sixteen

Edward pressed harder, hotter kisses down towards the most feminine

part of her. Strong hands eased her thighs apart, thumbs smoothing over

the hidden cleft, making her catch her bottom lip between her teeth and

bite down hard in an effort to hold back the need to urge him on to plead with him beg him to take her now. She wanted the fulfilment she knew was waiting for her just over the

horizon still out of reach. And she wanted it now. But at the same time

she wanted to drag out this most intimate torment of waiting to its

fullest to experience everything that this man could give her.To know

the full truth of being a woman in the hands of a man who truly knew how

to make love to her. A master of his craft a master of passion a master of pleasure.

And it was when those strong fingers stroked the innermost core of her

that Lizw felt she was truly beginning to know the meaning of

pleasure. Beyond thought, incapable of doing anything but respond to him,

she could only open herself up to his touch, submit totally to his control.

Her own control was gone, lost, blasted away on the explosions of

pleasure that his touch had triggered off all over her body, so that now

she was abandoned to pleasure, heedless of anything else. And when his

tongue swirled over the hidden bud of her c******s, already sensitised

almost beyond endurance by the touch of his powerful fingers, she gave

herself up to the mind-blowing shock of fulfilment that had her open her

eyes wide, and her whole body was thrown into a spasm of total

gratification. Edward!’

His name was a wild, soaring moan of abandonment, all thought of what

her tongue might express torn away from her on the waves of delight

that pulsed through her.

‘Oh, yes, dear God, yes! You are so right…’

Another spasm of ecstasy had her gasping for breath before she could

continue. She heard Edward make a rough, dark sound in his throat, then

he moved suddenly, taking her in his arms and holding her tight against

him as she rode the wave of stunned sensuality.

‘Oh, yes…’ she managed again, her lips pressed against his cheek, her body

molten against his. ‘Yes! Living wellis the best revenge…and this is truly

living…’

But, even as she spoke, she felt the change in Edward’s mood, the sudden

stiffening of his long body beside her. The words died in her throat as

she sensed the terrible change in the atmosphere, the sudden

destruction of the heated passion, the soaring pleasure that had gripped

her.

‘Ochi!’

Edward moved suddenly and shockingly, his caressing hand snatched

away, his proud dark head flung back, and he pushed himself to a sitting

position and then, appallingly, jecket knifed off the settee and on to his

feet. Standing like this, he towered above her, big and dark and

disturbingly powerful.Liza risked one terrified glance into his dangerously furious face and then flinched away again, burying her face

in a cushion, with her eyes closed for good measure.

‘Ochi!’he snarled at her again, his normally near-perfect grasp of English

deserting him in the throes of the icy-black rage that burned in his eyes.

‘No! No way! I am not a substitute for any man.’

‘Substitute…Oh, no!’

Sheer horror brought her eyes wide-open again, her whole body shaking

in panic and reaction to the cruelly abrupt end to their lovemaking.

Tremors of fulfilment were still shaking her body, shockingly combined

with the need for more than the delights she had experienced, the

longing for the total satisfaction of his full possession.

A possession that was to be totally denied her as, ruthlessly ignoring

what must be his own body’s still clamouring demands, Edward stooped

and snatched up his jacket and shirt from the floor. Flinging them on, he

stamped his feet into the shoes she had never even noticed him kicking

off in the height of their passion.

Edward—please—no…’

‘I will not be used for your revenge on your rat of a fiancé!’

Edward—no—it was never like that…’

She struggled to sit up but the cushions underneath her were too soft to

give her full support and she only succeeded in writhing in a wild ungainly struggle that got her nowhere as Edward whirled on his heel and headed

for the door.

‘Please…’

But she was talking to the empty air as his powerful, furious stride

carried him away from her and out of the room, the door slamming loudly

behind him.

Edward…’

Even though she knew he couldn’t hear her, or if he could then he was not

going to listen, Liza still called out after him as she stumbled to her

feet and started to rush after him. But, tripping over the tangle of

clothes on the floor, she was reminded of her embarrassing state of

undress and the impossibility of running after him like this.

But her trousers and underwear were knotted together and she was still

struggling to get them fit to put on when she heard the main door in the

hall bang hard against the wall as if Edward had wrenched it open with a

strength and force that revealed every burning degree of the fury that

gripped him

‘Wait!’

She knew it was useless but still she had to try. She had managed to get

her trousers back on, abandoning the knickers as useless time wasting,

and she was still pulling them up and struggling to fasten them as she ran

on bare feet out into the hall and towards the main door that was still

coming slowly to full closure. Edward!’ she yelled after him in the vain hope that he might hear her, but deep inside she knew it was already too

late.

A fear that was confirmed as she reached the far side of the hall, got

her fingers on the door handle…only to hear the full-throated growl from

the engine of Edward’s powerful car as he swung it away from its parking

space out in the courtyard and roared off down the drive at breakneck

speed.

But still she couldn’t stop herself from wrenching open the door and

stumbling out into the darkness of the night.

‘It wasn’t like that…Please—it wasn’t like that at all…’ she cried

despairingly, knowing that there were only the owls in the trees or

perhaps a whirling bat flying through the air to hear her as she watched

the red tail-lights of the car disappear down the winding drive and out of

sight into the darkness.

The father clock that stood in the hallway was chiming yet another

hour as Liza prowled restlessly round the library, checking once more

out of the window in the hope that there might at last be some sign of

Edward’s return. Her ears strained to hear the sound of his car engine,

her eyes hunting for the gleam of his headlights in the pinkish light of

dawn but to no avail. She’d followed exactly the same routine only a few

moments before and there had been nothing to see. There was little

point at all in trying again.

And yet she just could not keep still. It had been like this all through the night. Ever since the moment that

Edward had stormed out of the house, she had been unable to settle,

unable to concentrate on anything. She had paced up and down the

hallway, half longing and yet half terrified that she would hear the sound

of the car and know that he had come back. He had to come back so that

she could explain to him that she had not meant her wild, foolish words in

the way that he had taken them. But, knowing the mood in which he had

left, she dreaded actually confronting him and seeing his face, reading

the fury in his eyes. She suspected that, no matter how hard she tried,

he would never believe her. But she had to try.

She’d seen that look in his eyes—the black fury, the total contempt, the

absolute rejection of everything about her—once before, on that

dreadful night when Jaty had found them together. And then, so much

younger and more naïve, she hadn’t acted on it. Instead, she’d reacted

out of fear—being so desperate for her father’s approval—and pain

as a result of the bitter hurt of Edward’s stinging rejection of her that

she had lashed out unthinkingly.

She had been knocked for six from the first moment that she had seen

Edward at work in the stables. Nothing in her few immature connections

with the boys she knew had prepared her for the sheer physical impact

of a fully adult male, dark and dangerous and oh so sexy.

She’d followed him round like a puppy, had tried to flirt and been so bad

at it that she had blushed and stammered her way through any

conversations she had had with him. She’d even bought tickets for a

show, claiming they’d been a gift, and invited him to join her. He’d said

that he had to work but that night she’d seen him walking back from the

pub with Julen, one of the maids. He’d taken the girl into his flat, where

she could just imagine what sort of ‘work’ they’d be doing. Burning with humiliation and jealousy, she’d determined that she would

show him.

She’d got hold of the spare key to his flat, gone up there when she knew

he was out, wearing just some brand new underwear under her coat.

She’d had a long, nerve-racking wait until she’d heard his footfalls, heavy,

weary, coming up the stairs. Then, just as he’d come into the room, she’d

stepped forward into a patch of moonlight and thrown her coat off.

His reaction had been far from welcoming.

‘Go away, Liza,’ he said. ‘Leave me alone.’

But of course she couldn’t do that. Having nerved herself to get this far,

she wasn’t going to back down, not unless she had to. And so she flung

herself into his arms, pressed her mouth against his, insisting that she

was all woman, every bit as much a woman as Julen. And, just for a

moment, she could have sworn that he responded.But then he wrenched his mouth from hers, grabbed at her arms to push

her away.

Don’t delude yourself, child,’ he flung at her in a voice thick with

contempt. ‘I have no interest in you in that way at all. I don’t play with

little girls.’

In her mind she could see the scene all over again. The way that the light

had flicked on so shockingly unexpectedly, and the appalling table that

it had revealed. Herself in Edward’s powerful arms, her hair mussed into tangled disarray, her inexpertly applied lipstick smudged all over her face, her only clothing the white lace knickers and bra—one strap falling

down over her arm, almost at her elbow.