Billionaire's Desire✔

Chapter - 9

Chapter-9

You fuss when you gush!

"Why the f**k you always cry, dammit! " He say pulling me into and with one hand and wiping the tears from other.

I let him. Somehow it is amazing. That's is what I want him to do. Even though I am crying because of him, still him wiping it comforts me. It's like hurt and heal. He always does that. No one has ever done it too hard to me expect when I lost my parents. But Ethan insult me and then love me. Or maybe just f****d me. That's what he did. And that's why I ran away. And again I am thinking like this. What's wrong with me?

I look at him to push him away. Again. But he stop me not with his hands but with sweet words.

" Every damn time you cry and spoil it, you are better cursing, Love. I should never stop you. " He shake his head and give me a light smile. I melt. Just like all the time. After all he isn't saying something that is forceful or that I am his.

My hair fall over my hair just in this stupid moment and when he slowly advance to put it behind and in the process his fingers graze over my skin is what I call exquisite and here I break some more and join all over again. Now I am not resisting him at all, I know.

I pray he call me something bad or try to claim me with his words so that I could get my facade and strength back to kick him but I am so unlucky at it.

"Or maybe I should do something you don't like and make you curse me just to stop you from crying." He chuckle this time. I just stare him.

He is God. I know why I can't resist because I am seeing him properly, his perfect features, confident and ruthless. And I am doing it because he had decided to stop pestering me just like he said in the hotel. And I can't take it. That's what made me accept to come here and explain him the project. Else I wouldn't have done that.

"I know what to do." He say as he slowly tilt his head toward me. I close my eyes at it. His lips kiss my bottom lip before he bite it so harshly that I cry in pain. I hear him laugh amidst it.

I avoid to open my eyes to prevent myself watching his face plastered with victorious smile.

He bite it hardly again and it's unbearable. My eyes snap open just when I yelp in pain.

"f*****g kiss me back Angel." He say horsely before sliding his hand down my thighs. Just when he reach my knee he suddenly pull it up and I reflexively wrap my arms around him for a save.

He chuckle and crash my lips again. I feel him climb up the stairs. And it hit me. I realize what I might get into if I didn't stop him early. Panic struck me and I try to avoid the touch of his body by leaning away from him. Though to avoid toppling down I hold his wide and scary shoulders. I definitely don't want to see them. Not ever.

"umm.. Ethan, stop. I.. I want to go home." I stutter.

"You are home." He whisper in my ears and bite my ear lobe.

It's not my home.

I scream but in my head. His hand over my back has made me so silent.

"I am just trying to get you at ease. Nothing else." He say as he toss me away and it take me few seconds to realise its his bed.

"Ethan what are you doing?" I ask and my voice scream that I am scared. He smile at me and stand Before me holding my legs.

"Told you. Just trying you to ease. I won't touch you." He say but his hand reach up my hips and he pull me to the edge of the bed.

I frown at him as he look at me and sit between my legs and lean down upon me.

"I won't have s*x with you until you want me to." He say and I shiver. He lean and kiss my lips lightly.

"Ethan you-" I sit up as I say only to stop when he plunge into me getting his chance at my open mouth. His tounge move harsly into my mouth and so his hand slip inside my shirt and up to my breast within seconds. I lean away from him and he bury himself more until I lay on the bed.

He slowly work his hand over my stomach while his mouth ran way faster and doesn't stop to take a break. This is insane.

I hold his shoulder and slowly milu hand find its way to his neck. And I kiss him back with the same intensity that he was doing it.

Ethan

Fuck! And here is the Angelina Hawthorne I have been missing for years.

Her soft feathery hands have palmed the back of my neck with the warmth and her back arching up and down erotically that I feel like the sun has come down in my bedroom personally at night. Just how insane this thought is that much Angelina make me go crazy.

After all 'No' she is in my house and in my bed is making me go insane and right now I want to f**k her like never before. I want to hear her scream my name in pleasure and beg when I withdraw. I want her to scratch my back and play with my chest.

But no. It's too early.

My plan is working and I can't spoil it just for this moment. Controlling myself now meant me much more intensive nights later.

I withdraw my lips and hold her shoulder and smile at her. The flusheness of her face makes to me just squeeze her tightly but I sit up.

Her mouth open in horror. And I note now this is insulting her too. I almost win into hiding my smirk.

"I guess you are at ease." I say and graze my hand over her cheek and her lips. Her breathing is so rash causing her chest to rise up and down.

"You.." She gulp and clutch the bedsheet. She is anxious. I raise my eyebrow.

"You.." She began and stop again. And again tears flow down her cheek and I feel like killing myself. I hate this. The part where I feel bad for her. I am not the kind of person who would fall in real love. It's not meant for me. Even though I say it to Angel, it's just to make her accept me because I want her. And specially for my proposition. She is the only one I would want it for. And here is what makes her special. My feeling for her is less than the real love but more than the s****l need.

I sigh at my thought after she bring me back with her face that's so much in need. I know she wants me just as much as I want her. Except that she doesn't accept it while I do. I think this is enough for us to be together for a while. At the same time making her best one for my proposition.

I slip from the bed and stand beside the bed. She sat up and look away from me in embarrassment. I advance towards her again and make her to look at me.

"You are beautiful, Angel. I wish you were the one for it. "

Well you are.

"For what?" She question. Her voice like she has gone away from this world but trying hard to stay with me. I know I have a effect on her. I can make her real self that she is cloaking deep inside her skin to seep out. The self that seeks the kind of love I am capable of giving her with all the riches.

" I would tell if wanted you me but, shame you don't!"

I smile as her head turn away from me. She is confused between what she is and what she tries to be. I just want to fuel her desire and burn her and wish that it pleasure me. I know it will. Everything about her burns me.

Her face is still away from me and wait for her to respond. I desperately want her to ask me that and accept it too.

"I need to go now." She say and now the desire to tie her hand over the bed post and f**k her grow in me. The more she resist, more stronger it gets. Maybe I should do that after all just minuago her face begged for it. But now she wants to go.

I fist my hand and walk away to avoid doing what I thought.

" Then what are you waiting for?" I say, bitterness dripping from my mouth.

I turn to her. Her face has saddened because I am letting her go just like that. That's her problem. She want to chase and accept her harsh words. I scoff at her.

"Well she will be here anytime soon. I guess you should definitely leave now."

"And here I am so stupid." She mumble and sob lightly.

Fuck! Not again.

"Are you okay?" I ask her despite my annoyance. I am really feeling bad but its her fault. I know she can't stay away from me just like me.

She look up and and anger flash in her face. Amazing!

I fail to stop myself from rolling my eyes at her. It irritates her more and works like a oil upon her pain. She glare me. It's still better but I am waiting for it.

Just few seconds later, two drops fall again. Aah, here it is.

"f**k Angelina! Why you have to cry? And trust me she isn't coming over.i cancelled her when you agreed to come here." I tell her knowing that's what she wants to listen. I also know the outcome of it too. After taking a breath of relief she will say she doesn't care.

" f**k you Ethan! You are an asshole. And I don't care about you. I care-"She say after thinking a bit.

I, again couldn't control my feeling and snigger at her. It's too much to take.

" Yeah sure, Miss Angelina Hawthorne. You are never wrong. And now you can leave, mind i am not trying to offend you. " I say really meaning it. Any more minute with her, I will say things and end up f*****g her.

She look up at me for a minute before turning away and rushing out of the bedroom.

I sigh and think about it all. After a while I decide to take a bath before getting back to work.

It takes me fifteen minutes to get myself to my computer to work after a warm bath. I look over to the quotation and talk to my P.A, Scarlett about it. At the end of conversation this fine lady who didn't fear me a little ask me things I avoid answering. She knows my little secret that no one in the world knows. How? Well she has with the family from her childhood that's how. I simply ignore her except the last part but hang up anyway.

"Hope you are good to Angelina Hawthorne to have her. If not make sure you date women like her not that b***h today in your office."

"One day I will get you Scarlett and it won't be easy." I purr and get back to my work.

"Mr. Ellworth!" Carter come running to my bedroom and I glare him for this kind of intrusion.

"I am sorry but Miss Hawthorne is creating a mess you don't want to see." He tell quite calmly now.

"Didn't she leave?" I ask and he just shrug.

"No. We thought you asked her to wait in your bar." He say meekly.

I rush out to the living room and more closer I get I hear her and things.

"Slut Slutty slut. Yoo.. Slut Slutty slut.. f**k Mr. Ellworth." She sang and somehow it rhymed with her. I hear a glass break and know instantly it's the clock.

I walk down the stair and look at her evil smile. She is now what she was. And so very drunk.

"Oops! Your 500 year old just died. You loved her." She say pointing the broken glass. I can bet she hasn't drunk like this years. I get angry but control it.

"Pretty old shabby and shitty of a clock! I meant to throw it the instant I saw it." She tell me and come up to me wobbling a lot. I inch to hold her but she motion not to, I stay put.

"Yes dear, I lied. I lied when I said I loved it. Ha!" She pouted and gulped the alcohol in a go.

"What else did you lie about?" I ask.

She push me aside to have a grip of hand rail of stairs to walk up. I snigger at her. She would be so guilty tommorrow knowing what she did.

"Let's go upstairs then I will tell you what else while we do it." She whisper in my ear and I chuckle before following her.

It's pretty nice.

A/N: It's pretty nice when you all comment and vote. I hope you get the point. Lol.