How Not To Be Seduced By Billionaires (Books 1-3)

by Marian Tee

  A grin – the secretive and wicked grin that I so loved – touched his lips as he said, “Like when you agree that I can fuck you anytime, anywhere, any way.”

  Oh.

  That kind of reason.

  I was so wet after that.

  And my Dutch playboy billionaire knew it. It was there in the blazing look of desire in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared and the way his cock pulsed more strongly against my sex.

  “Do you agree, Yanna?” he whispered.

  Oh, God. He was using his seductive tone, and each word that fell from his lips was a seductive threat, intent of giving him complete control over my body.

  “Yes.” I ended gasping the word out when Constantijin reached down and pulled my skirt up, allowing his erection to rub even more closely against my womanhood. With my panties soaking wet, it was as if there was no fabric separating them and I couldn’t help squirming.

  I whimpered when Constantijin released me unexpectedly and my body fell back down, my sex practically impaled on his erection. I felt his hand snaking down as he gripped his cock, guiding it to my clit.

  And then he started to rub.

  “Constantijin!”

  He smirked.

  Oh, God. If I could slap him like I usually did, I would have. But right now – all I could concentrate on was the way his cock kept teasing my clit.

  “Listen carefully, Yanna, because I will only say it once.”

  I glared at him, but even I knew it wasn’t my most potent glare, not when I also knew my eyes were pleading him simultaneously to rub harder, faster, and just do anything that would give me the kind of orgasm I could only enjoy from his touch.

  Perversely, Constantijin smiled in return. He started to speak, but only half of my mind could focus on his words.

  "Courting for me is another process to help us get to know each other better. But I'm a busy man. I'll do my best to devote as much time as I could to courting you but you should be prepared to make some compromises as well.”

  “Uhh…”

  I felt Constantijin’s other hand descending again and I tensed, not knowing what to expect but knowing as well that whatever it was, it would feel---

  Constantijin ripped my panties off.

  It would feel out of this world.

  “Constantijin!” I hissed and then totally ruined it by moaning as his cock demanded entrance.

  “Look at me, Yanna.”

  I obeyed him, my eyes hazy with desire.

  His tone unflinchingly hard, he said, “I am not promising love, Yanna. I want you to understand that perfectly.”

  Oh, he was so freaking unfair. How could I think of what to say to that when he was teasing my sex with his cock, its head slipping in a fraction before withdrawing completely, giving me a tortuous taste of how it could be between the two of us.

  “I had never fallen in love and I warn you not to think that you can change my mind in the future about this. I won’t. But---”

  I whimpered as Constantijin’s hand joined his cock, fingers teasing my clit while his cock slid up and down against my folds.

  “I am extremely attracted to you. And for as long as what we have between us lasts, I am yours.”

  His thumb pressed hard against my clit.

  I gasped, my body arching, a brink away from an orgasm that I was sure would have me passing out at the sheer pleasure of it.

  His eyes locked with mine, his gaze possessive and demanding as he asked in a rough undertone, “And you will be mine while I am courting you, yes? There will be no other suitors, yes?”

  Passion clouded my mind, but even though only half of his words penetrated, I understood enough to force myself to shake my head. Oh, no. He was not getting away with that rule. Exclusivity in courting had always been a man’s burden, and that wasn’t going to change between us.

  “No,” I managed to say.

  He was displeased. It was clear to see it in his gaze.

  “Are you sure you want to say ‘no’?” he taunted, moving his cock faster, drawing out another moan from me. “If you do not promise equal exclusivity, expect me to torture you like this all the time.”

  I shook my head stubbornly even as I moved my hips, trying to trap his cock against my clit so I could come.

  “Are you sure?” he breathed into my ear, making me shiver. And I shivered even more as his fingers traced random shapes on my hips, the ticklish and arousing movements making me catch my breath.

  “No!” The word of protest slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, my body aching with need as Constantijin pulled away from me without warning, drawing us back onto our feet.

  Speechless in my incredulity, I could only watch him as he expertly smoothed my skirt down until not a single crease was left.

  I stared at him in horror. He was really going to end it just like that? More to the point, he wasn’t going to end it?

  He gave me a tense smile, which I returned with a girl.

  He said quietly, “Our courting has begun.”

  But those words weren’t what I heard in my mind. Seeing the determination in his eyes, the still-tense expression on his face as he physically struggled to keep his arousal in check, it made me hear differently.

  Queen, check. It was his very best move in our chess board of seduction.

  I lifted my chin, hating how my body still trembled with unsatisfied need. “Yes,” I said just as softly, “it has.” And he better watch out because I could have his king checked, too.

  Or even checkmated.

  Lesson #4

  Try not to let yourself be swept away

  when your billionaire dances with you.

  Remember that the dance will end with the last note of the song.

  Courting had always been compared to a mating dance, but between Constantijin and me, it was more like a war dance, one battle of the sexes after another. Constantijin’s resistance could be due to his inability to relinquish control. He was the type to like having total control of anything he wanted badly, and for some reason I was the one he wanted badly.

  Yet I fought with him, provoked him, and challenged him because if I gave in before I should, it would mean giving up on him.

  It was like what Glenda said the other day. With Constantijin out for a meeting, Glenda had invited me to join her for a cup of coffee.

  “You without your top and Constantijin was nothing,” Glenda assured me when I gave her another mumbled apology for the worst threesome in history.

  Her words made me blush. Even this long exposed to Constantijin’s intensely passionate nature, I still couldn’t make myself get used to how easy it was for people to talk about sex.

  “I had seen women giving him blow jobs, lap dances on the table, masturbating---”

  “I get the picture,” I said hastily, not wanting to hear another word. The mere thought of all the women who had spent more than a second in his arms made me tear up inside. I hated it. I really, really hated it. Oh, Constantijin – why couldn’t you be, like, Netherlands’ #1 pastor instead of a playboy?

  “But you know what the difference is between you and all those other women?”

  “Smaller boobs?” I quipped.

  She shook her head, her unsmiling expression eerily reminding me of Constantijin’s own serious face. Eek. Like boss, like secretary?

  “They stayed to finish what they started. You ran.”

  Oh.

  “Constantijin had been very shocked at that. He didn’t know what to make of it. All of them had stuck around. They hadn’t minded I had seen them because there was something they needed more from Constantijin – something they didn’t mind losing their self-respect for.”

  I thought about her words hard. “Glenda,” I said finally, “Are you telling me not to have sex with him?”

  She shrugged.

  “Glenda!”

  “All I’m saying is that you’re different, and it was what drew him to you.”

  If there was anything I hate
d in life, it would be this: cryptic advice, an oxymoron of the very worst kind. Why give advice that had to be solved like a freaking puzzle?

  “You’re not helping,” I sighed out.

  “I am. But you’re just too horny for my boss to understand what I’m saying.”

  That had me blushing and laughing at the same time. “Glenda!”

  She patted my hand, a rare smile of such warmth touching her lips. “I’m rooting for you, dear.”

  That was great, actually, especially since Constantijin’s brand of courting was nothing like I had ever imagined. It was beautiful, maddening, and oh so arousing.

  Day 1 of Courting

  A gigantic bouquet waited for me at my table, tall enough for its topmost flowers to surpass the height of my cubicle walls. George squealed as I hurried towards it, ignoring Arian’s envious mutters.

  I opened the card.

  Thinking of you every day ---

  Dreaming of you every night ---

  I can’t wait to fuck you endlessly hard when you become mine.

  Oh, dear Lord. How was it that he could be so romantic and utterly crude at the same time? And why were my panties slowly getting wet? I took the card and hugged it to my heart, knowing that I was going to read it over and over tonight until I fall asleep.

  Day 5 of Courting

  Constantijin flew me out of state in his private jet. He wanted the two of us to enjoy a private dinner, far away from the prying eyes hounding us more and more at work. Arian was the most suspicious. It took every skill of acting I had not to give myself away every time I caught her trying to flirt with Constantijin.

  To give him credit, he wasn’t doing anything to encourage her but – couldn’t he be ruder?

  The flight was already ten minutes into its journey and I was still stiff in my seat, the proximity of Constantijin driving me crazy. I so badly wanted to kiss him but I knew I wouldn’t – couldn’t. If I did, he would think I was succumbing to his demands.

  But I needed this courtship – I needed to feel secure that he really wanted me – just me. I didn’t think I’d survive if I ever found out he wanted me the same time he wanted other women, too.

  “Yanna.” Constantijin purred out my name, creating goosebumps all over my body.

  I reluctantly faced him.

  He smirked, the sly look in his silvery eyes telling me he knew how much my body ached for him.

  I slapped his face instinctively.

  “Yanna.”

  The ominously soft whisper sent me facing the other way, knowing I was in big, big trouble. Would he forgive me if I said oops now?

  “Yanna!” This time it was a furious growl.

  Cringing, I turned to face him again. The terrifying scowl on his face had me protesting, “But you were smirking!”

  “Then tell me to stop,” he gritted out, rubbing his cheek, which still had my hand’s imprint on. It made me gulp. Oh, dear, he was so going to kill me when he saw it.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled.

  “You should be,” he retorted. “You slapped me more times than anyone else in my entire life.”

  My shoulders drooped. “Sorry again.”

  He tipped my chin up, and I trembled, his touch rekindling the desire inside me. When our gazes met, I saw that he was smirking again. The jerk!

  This time, he caught my hand before I could slap him again. And then he was kissing me, his tongue sweeping in and exploring my mouth. All I could do was kiss him back wildly, panting for more. My body strained towards him, wishing there wasn’t a barrier separating our seats.

  Constantijin forced me back to the windows, still imprisoning both my hands behind my back. I whimpered when he sucked on my tongue. I whimpered again when he let go of my lips but only so he could nibble on my collarbone.

  “Constantijin,” I sobbed.

  He released me.

  I blinked rapidly in shock.

  He was smirking again.

  Oh, the effing ass!

  Day 15 of Courting

  “You have got to stop sending me flowers,” I told him laughingly while I was in my bath and he was in Dubai, meeting with oil sheikhs for the newest real estate project of Kastein, Inc.

  “But I like doing it. I keep thinking how when I have you in my bed, I’d use all those petals to sprinkle all over you, tickle you, use it to caress your clit---” He paused then asked wickedly, “Are you turned on now?”

  “None of your business,” I managed to say.

  He laughed.

  That sound never failed to make my day – or night. Sinking more deeply into my bubble bath, I said again, “I’m serious. Knowing how much you’re spending on me with each bouquet is giving me a headache.”

  I could hear him frowning as he answered, “Is this my fucking courtship or what?”

  Knowing it was never a good thing to have long-distance quarrels, I said quickly, “I sent you a picture message. Did you get it?”

  He didn’t answer, but I could hear the faint sound of his fingers tapping on the screen of his mobile phone.

  “Yanna.” This time, he sounded more exasperated than angry, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.

  I had sent him a picture message of a floral bouquet, with an e-card attached.

  You are so cute!

  Remembering the message made me giggle.

  Constantijin said darkly, “And I am not cute.”

  That had me giggling even more.

  “You are playing with me again.”

  “Yes, this time, I am,” I admitted, unable to keep myself from grinning. God, I couldn’t believe I was having this kind of conversation with Constantijin. I mean, what were the odds? He wasn’t much of a caller – and God knew how he hated sending text messages. If he had ever enjoyed a call with another woman before, it would probably have been the hardcore variety of phone sex.

  “You are a bad girl.”

  God, I loved it when his accent thickened and he started talking simplified English. “I learned from a bad man.”

  He sucked in his breath. “I’ve never been this aroused from a mere call.”

  That didn’t make us even, not even close. I had never been aroused – until I met him. Still smiling my insanely smitten smile, I asked softly, “Did you like the picture, though?”

  A smile was also in his voice when he answered softly, “Yes.”

  I ventured, “That’s the kind of bouquet I’d love you to give me.”

  Silence from the other line.

  “Constantijin?”

  “You are for real?”

  A giggle escaped me at his incredulous tone. I tried to explain, “I’m just really uncomfortable with the money you’re spending on me.”

  “Then you are truly serious?”

  My giggle turned into genuine laughter. “Yes, Constantijin. I am.”

  A sigh escaped him. “I do not understand you at all.”

  I think that’s a good thing, I thought but knew I was better off not saying it.

  “If you do not want me spending my money on flowers, then what should I spend my money on? I want something that would please you.”

  “Text messages cost money,” I told him helpfully. My phone started to ring in the background.

  “Answer it,” he ordered.

  “No, it’s okay---”

  “Please.”

  Sighing, I wiped one hand dry in the towel hanging from the rail and fumbled for my phone from the expansive sink. My eyes widened. “You’re calling me?” But Constantijin had already ended the call to my wireless. Placing the wireless on the sink, I answered his call to my mobile phone, inhaling sharply when I saw Constantijin appear on the screen.

  Bare-chested.

  “Constantijin!” My insides turned into jelly at the sight of him wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pants, his fair skin gleaming in the darkness of the night. He was standing at the balcony of his hotel room, leaning against the rails. Even just through the iPhone’s screen I could appreciate ho
w stunning Dubai’s views were, with its mixture of urban paradise and wild desert beauty.

  “I wish you were here, schat.”

  His huskily spoken words made my toes curl under the bubble.

  “If you were here, I would have fucked you in this very spot, taking you from behind while you watched the world and they watched you, knowing that they cannot have you because you are mine.”

  “Constantijin.” Oh, dear. I needed another shower after this. I was wet for a whole different reason now. I pushed myself up---

  “You’re in the bath?”

  Oh, shit, I forgot.

  I sank right back into the bubbles.

  “Yanna.” His voice was harsh, and through the video call I could see his face turning taut with the same need coursing through my body, sparking every nerve until I was almost shaking with desire.

  “Take pity on a poor man and show me your breasts again, sweetheart.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  I shook my head mutely.

  The intensity of his gaze, the acute frustration in his eyes – it all reached out to me even though we were half a world apart. Swallowing, I said, “Just for a second.”

  “Thirty,” he immediately bargained.

  “Ten, starting now.” I rose from the water, completely baring my breasts to his sight. Even as I could feel myself blushing, with my nipples turning hard, I didn’t lose track of my mental counting.

  One. Two. Three. Oh God, this was too embarrassing. I needed to speed this up. Four,five,six,seven,eight,nine,ten!

  I sank back into my bubble bath with a swoosh, face completely on fire now.

  “That was not ten seconds,” Constantijin growled.

  “Goodbye, Constantijin.”

  “Don’t you dare hang up.”

  Giggling, I so dared.

  My phone beeped a second later, and still smiling to myself I opened Constantijin’s message.

  I repeat, that was NOT ten seconds.

  It was. I counted. I swear.

  Good thing I always keep a record of my video calls.

  I shot up from my bath, hitting the call button immediately.

  “Yanna,” he practically purred into my ear.