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by Marian Tee


  Voice trembling as hard as my body, I said shyly, “Make me yours.”

  He didn’t need another invitation. He pushed me on my back, and I let myself fall against the bed, my legs sliding open of their own accord as he settled his weight in between, his arousal a throbbing and pulsing hardness that made me whimper involuntarily.

  He looked into my eyes. “Mine.”

  “Yours---” And my word faded into a moan as Constantijin bent down to cup my breasts with each hand before taking one nipple in, fingers squeezing to have my nipple move further into his mouth.

  Small, pleasure-tinged cries filled the room, and it took a while for the realization to sink in – that those sounds were coming from me, and I couldn’t – I just couldn’t stop making them. He was kissing me everywhere, touching me in the parts where it ached the most. As he sucked on my other nipple, his other hand was already stroking me into wetness, teasing me over the lace before tearing it apart.

  He sucked harder, causing me to gasp and arch my back. It was exactly what he wanted because it brought my sex up, too, and one finger easily found its way past the folds.

  “Constantijin!” I couldn’t help crying out his name as he started moving his fingers. I didn’t know how long it lasted. All I knew was that having him inside me – even if it wasn’t his cock – already felt like more pleasure than I could bear. And then his finger was joined by another and another and by then I couldn’t help pushing my hips up to meet every thrust his fingers made.

  “Please,” I begged him. It was all I could manage to say, but I knew he would understand.

  And he did.

  I watched Constantijin tear open a foil package and cover himself with a condom before returning to me. He pushed my thighs to open wider. “Soon,” he promised just before his head disappeared down and then he was licking me. The pleasure consumed me the moment his tongue reached my clit and I jerked against him.

  He immediately reared up, bracing his arms against each side of me. As I cried out in ecstasy, Constantijin’s cock nudged against my entrance.

  I shivered in anticipation even though I was still coming, the waves of pleasure only softening ever so slightly. “Please,” I panted.

  “Yes, now.” The head of his cock finally entered my body, and it was fuller than his fingers combined; the sensation unbelievably raw and consuming.

  My arms went around him, my nails scraping down to dig into his back. “Please, please---ah.”

  Constantijin had suddenly thrust hard, his cock going all the way in, easily breaking the flimsy barrier that made up my virginity.

  It was painful, but in an agonizingly beautiful way that had tears stinging my eyes in a mixture of joy and hurt.

  A fine sheen of sweat covered Constantijin’s body, the muscles in his strong arms tensing as he did his best to keep his weight from crushing me. “Does it hurt?”

  It took a while to find my voice. “N-no.”

  Without a word, Constantijin slowly pulled out, and I let out a sound of protest. But it was immediately cut off by the blazing sensation of pleasure that took over my body when Constantijin just as abruptly and completely thrust back in.

  “Does that hurt?” he rasped out.

  My arms tightened around him as my eyes closed shut in bliss. “No.”

  Constantijin’s thrusts took on a rhythm, one that was agonizing in its slowness. “Faster,” I gasped out.

  He increased his tempo, a fleeting grin touching his wonderfully shaped lips as he looked down on me. “Like this, sweetheart?”

  Even as I blushed at the look in his eyes, I couldn’t help moaning, “Yes.”

  The faster thrusts of his cock into my body made me arch up against him as I did my best to match his tempo. But still there was something missing, and the wicked gleam in his silvery eyes told me that he knew what it was – and he was deliberately keeping it away from me.

  “Constantijin!” I beat his chest half-heartedly.

  He laughed, asking innocently, “What?”

  “You know what!”

  “No, I don’t. What do you want?” He pulled all the way out, the head of his cock teaching my wet folds.

  I beat his chest again as I growled, “Constantijin---”

  “Tell me to fuck you.”

  My eyes widened.

  He laughed; a sexy sound that had my fingers curling against his chest in a heightened sense of desire. “Tell me to fuck you hard.”

  I shook my head.

  He started moving his hips in a circular fashion, causing his hard cock to dance against my folds, and I moaned.

  “Say it.”

  And I said almost angrily, “Fuck me hard, damn you!”

  The words were barely out of my mouth when Constantijin’s cock slammed back into me, with such fierce roughness that it completely took my breath away. And then he was pounding into me, so hard I could feel myself sinking deeper into the softness of the bed. But it was beautiful, addictive, and I found myself twisting my legs around his waist to pull him closer. We rocked against each other, his cock never stopping in its hard and furious claiming, and I cried out as I felt my body start to stir in a very familiar way, one that had my toes curling against his back.

  “Constantijin!”

  “I know, sweetheart,” he said harshly even as he kept on pounding into me. With each thrust, his cock seemed to sink an inch deeper and claim another piece of my heart.

  It was almost there – and I was almost there, but I couldn’t reach it, making me sob his name in frustration and desire. “Please,” I gasped out. “Please---” I broke off when I felt Constantijin’s hands move under my body, grasping the curves of my bottom.

  He shifted over me, and when he drove inside me again, I gasped because this time each thrust hit my clit. By the third thrust, he had me flying over the edge.

  “Aaaaaaah.” I sobbed as the sensations nearly threatened to split my body apart. Constantijin hadn’t stopped thrusting in and out of me as I let go, his movements becoming more frenzied.

  He let out a shout and as he tensed above me, I looked up at him.

  His head was thrown back, his eyes welded shut in pleasure, a guttural sound escaping his mouth as he continued to come.

  At that moment, he looked so very beautiful – more so because I knew I had somehow pleased him the way he was always skillfully able to please my body. I bit my lip until the metallic taste of blood hit me. Bleeding was so much better than saying what my heart kept screaming.

  I love you, I love you, I love you.

  Lesson #5

  Your billionaire can be treacherous without even knowing it.

  He will make you want to say the words you cannot say.

  “Shit.” The word slipped out before I could stop it when I rolled over on my back and saw the time on the window-like clock at the left side of the bed. Made of silver and glass panes, its transparent parts let early morning sunlight filter inside the bedroom.

  It was five in the morning already, and if I didn’t want to be late for work, I had to leave now.

  “Constantijin?” I whispered, touching his naked shoulder gingerly.

  He stirred but didn’t wake. He was lying on his stomach, his head turned towards me and resting over one curled arm, as if he had fallen asleep watching me. The whimsical thought made me gulp. It tempted me to forget about reality and just stay there, but I knew I couldn’t – wouldn’t – do that. I didn’t want Constantijin to think I took advantage of him and his position at the office the first chance I got.

  I decided to try one more time before leaving. Ruffling his hair gently, I whispered, “Constantijin?”

  But all he did was grunt in irritation.

  It made me grin. I could easily imagine how he was as a child. He must have been a horror, not wanting to wake up for school.

  With a sigh, I checked the drawers until I found a writing pad and pen. Scribbling a quick note, I hesitated at the end. Love could be misconstrued, so I decided to end
it with something that was sure to make him laugh instead.

  After folding the note and placing it on top of the bedside table, I pressed a kiss to his cheek, where the beginnings of stubble had already appeared. It was my first time to feel his cheek less than perfectly shaved, and it created a warm fuzzy feeling inside my heart.

  This was surely one of the many firsts that we’d share.

  And I was right. But the second of the firsts we had to share took place in circumstances that were less than pleasing.

  Shit. I said the word over and over in my mind as I hit the Up button several times even though I knew it wouldn’t get the elevator to my floor fast enough. Seven-forty-freaking-five AM. I left Constantijin’s bed early just to be late to work.

  I sighed in relief when it finally reached basement parking and, after a few moments, started its way back up.

  The doors slid open.

  Shiiiiiiiiit.

  Constantijin stood alone inside the elevator, gorgeous and impeccably dressed as usual. But he looked different in my eyes at the same time, like the crazy stupid romantic feelings inside me had made him appear even more beautiful.

  He didn’t glance at me, and that sort of killed my courage. I spun around, intending to take the stairs even if it meant suicide with my stilettos, but I was too late.

  “Hold the door!” a woman said frantically behind me, and she was followed by a huge group of people rushing for work. Before I knew it, I was swept along by the tide and shoved all the way to the back.

  Next to Constantijin.

  A prickling sensation hit me as another person’s fingers touched mine.

  I looked up, but Constantijin was staring straight ahead, his face unreadable.

  His fingers tightened around mine, and after hesitating for a fraction of a second, I returned his touch.

  I never believed people who told me in the past that fingers could be erogenous zones, but I stood 100% corrected now. They were. They so were! Constantijin's fingers slowly brushed my knuckles before caressing them slowly, gently, rhythmically. It was all I could do not to inch up next to him and pull his face down for a kiss.

  And then we were alone, the only two persons left heading for the topmost floor. Constantijin was staring again, and I suddenly felt embarrassed without knowing why. I tried pulling my hand away but his fingers only tightened around mine, unwilling to let go.

  “My proud and jealous girlfriend, mm?”

  Hearing him say the words I had decided to use for ending my note made me giggle, the tension inside me slowly easing. And when he said, “I missed you,” I relaxed completely. After, it felt totally natural to take the remaining steps that kept us apart. I stood on my toes just as he bent his head down, and the kiss we shared was short and sweet.

  “I missed you, too,” I whispered shyly against his lips.

  When we finally pulled away, we smiled at each other automatically because everything just felt right in our world – better than it had ever been.

  His Dutch accent was thick when he murmured, “Would you like to do the honors of telling everyone you’re mine?”

  “Uhh…no?”

  His smile became sly, sexy, and wicked at the same time, making my heart race even as my mind also went on alert. That smile meant danger. “Constantijin,” I began warningly.

  “Are you really sure, sweetheart? I promise you will find it easier if you were to indeed act as my proud and jealous girlfriend and tell all the women to keep their hands off me.”

  I snorted before I could stop myself, making him grin. “You’re so full of yourself.”

  He answered with a lazy shrug, a devious smile still on his lips. The elevator chimed as it stopped on our floor. Before the doors slid open, he murmured, “Last chance, Yanna.”

  “No,” I said very firmly.

  The doors slid opened. “Then so be it.”

  Okay, that sounded ominous.

  “Constantijin---”

  He raised a brow. “It’s Mr. Kastein during office hours,” he said solemnly as he stepped to the side so I could go out first.

  Ass, I mouthed as I walked past him.

  “Oh, and Ms. Yanna?”

  I turned around, raising a brow.

  He stepped out of the elevator. “You’re late, by the way.” And then he was walking away, not looking back even once.

  It wasn't something to smile at, really, but I ended up smiling anyway.

  The details on this week's snowflakes were thankfully not that difficult so I was able to take my lunch on time. George was off again with the 25/F guy so I went to the cafeteria alone.

  Since I was finally eating my mid-day meal with the rest of the crowd, it took about ten minutes before I finally reached the front of the line and gave my order. I stuck with sashimi, deciding it was time to pay stricter attention to my diet. With a man like Constantijin as my boyfriend, I knew it meant having as many haters as he had his admirers.

  All the tables were occupied except for one two-seater, which had a vacant chair left. I headed towards it but stopped midway when I realized the other occupant was Drake. Right now – it was totally not a good idea to sit with him. Constantijin could get ideas. Feminists might argue about this, but why rock the boat when you didn’t have to?

  Fifteen more minutes passed before I spotted another vacant table, and I sped to it like a delayed bullet train. My stomach was already grumbling in protest by the time I reached the table.

  “Ohh.” I closed my eyes in bliss even as I didn’t stop shoving raw salmon inside my mouth. God! This tasted super good, especially since I hadn’t had breakfast this morning.

  When I opened my eyes, Drake stood in front of me, a polite expression on his face.

  I choked on the last bite and quickly reached for my tea. Oops. Too hot. I started choking again.

  People were beginning to look. I bet they thought it was because I was super flustered at the presence of Drake. If Constantijin heard about it – that was a very, very bad thing.

  Clearing my throat, I said lamely, “Hi.”

  “Can I take a seat? I just need to talk to you.”

  “Uhh…” I ended with a weak smile since he had already taken the seat opposite of me.

  Didn’t this look like we were dating? Dear God, I hoped Constantijin didn’t see us together. Constantijin acting jealous was terribly sweet and cute, but I knew he hurt, too, and that I didn’t want.

  I looked at him expectantly. “So…”

  “I was hired by Carole Everleigh to act as your bodyguard, incognito.”

  “WHAT?”

  All heads snapped to our direction. I cringed, whispering, “Sorry.”

  Drake smiled sympathetically.

  “Are you serious? Are you still working for my mom? Do you report everything you know to her?”

  “Hold on,” he said with a grin. “One question at a time.” He rubbed his chin. “So, am I serious? Yes. I was your bodyguard the moment you left their house. They gave me all your details.” He sent me an apologetic glance. “I even know your underwear size.”

  I smacked my forehead. Oh God, Mom. She was going to be the death of me one day.

  “And for your second question---yes, I’m still working for her. But I will resign---”

  “No,” I blurted out, surprising him.

  He leaned forward, and I had to steel myself not to lean back as his face came inches away from mine. “Why not?”

  “Because if it’s not you, it would be someone else, and I’d rather have someone I know and trust.”

  Drake slowly nodded. “I can’t say I’m not glad you said that. I like having an excuse to check you out.”

  “Errr…”

  “I like being your Mr. Fix It.”

  Oh Lord. Alyx and her big mouth always got me into trouble. “I totally don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said airily, but Drake’s answering laughter made me feel sheepish. “Well, okay, I did, umm, sort of call you that. Are you mad?”


  He grinned. “Of course not. I actually like it. It’s nice that you think me as your go-to guy.”

  Cue for awkward silence, which honestly was happening more and more frequently in my life.

  “So…” Drake was the first to speak again. “You’re not going to freak out on me, say I betrayed you for not telling you who I was?”

  I rolled my eyes. “You’ve watched too many secret bodyguard movies, my friend.” I picked my chopsticks up again, nabbing a piece of sashimi on my plate and popping it into my mouth. “It’s not like you’re the first one she hired to work undercover.”

  “Won’t Kastein mind about me?”

  “He’ll get over it,” I said, trying to sound like I believed what I was saying.

  “I could talk to him---”

  “No!” I shook my head vehemently. “That’s the worst idea ever. He’s very…” I trailed off, trying to think of a way to explain Constantijin’s behavior towards me without using the words ‘jealous’ or ‘possessive’. It just didn’t feel right to use those words myself.

  Drake leaned back against his chair, causing his black business jacket to fall to the sides and revealing his striped white shirt underneath. I could feel the women around us staring because he honestly looked very yummy, posed like this on the chair.

  The grimness on his face unnerved me a little. “What is it?”

  “It finally happened,” he said finally. “You’re with him now, aren’t you?”

  It shouldn’t have mattered what my answer was. There had been nothing between us. In fact, there was even less than what I thought was there since he hadn’t been at the right time and place because he liked being my knight in shining armor. He had always been there because he had been paid to do so.

  Even so, all those words simply felt like excuses in my mind. I nodded, unable to make myself speak. I only looked up when he sighed.

  “If I was petty, I’d be calling your mother right now---” He smiled wryly when he saw my horrified expression. “I was just kidding.”

  “Good. Because that would be really bad.” I fed myself three consecutive pieces of raw salmon, using its fresh and delicious taste to calm myself. “You know her, you’ve talked to her. She’s crazy paranoid about me.” I made a face. “You see how I didn’t even have trouble believing she hired you.”

 

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