Caged (How Not To Be Seduced by Billionaires: Book 3) (6 page)

            “Yes.” I said it even though I felt like by doing so I was admitting to liking something else – something similar to what the walls and ceilings were silently singing.

            He smiled. “There’s more.”

            Past the throne room – or at least that was what I thought it was called – was a hallway of doors, opposite a magnificent glass wall that boasted the best skyline views. Each door held a magical surprise – a library with twenty-foot-tall shelves, a glow-in-the-dark bowling room, a private theater with its own stage, and it even had its own bar and restaurant with a waiting barista, chef, and a pair of servers. The list went on and on, but there wasn’t much time to really take it all in, not when we reached the end of the hallway.

            Constantijin opened the last door, and the first thing I saw was a sweeping staircase. A little further in and I gasped, realizing that the staircase led to the suite’s bedroom – which encompassed an entire floor.

            My gaze fell to the bed – circular in shape, as enormous as a children’s carousel, its headboard an intricate work of gold-plated steel. The covers and pillows were in red velvet while the sheets were in gold.

            I didn’t see the rest of the room. I couldn’t. The bed had me gulping, and in an instant I was vacillating between breathing heavily in excitement and breathing not at all because I was too nervous.

            “Constantijin---”

            “It’s time, Yanna.” And then he wasn’t letting either of us speak.

            His lips demanded unconditional surrender from mine, his tongue sweeping in like a bold and conquering force that laid claim to my mouth. Dimly, I heard several ripping sounds and then I was gasping again when I realized we were both down in our underwear.

            Constantijin lifted me up in his arms once more as he descended the stairs swiftly and then climbing another set to reach the bed. He laid me down gently, and I quickly scrambled up to a sitting position. Just for a moment I could only stare at him in fear. I wasn’t afraid of him. I loved him. But I was afraid of this – of what was about to happen.

            The bed was at least ten feet from the ground, and the knowledge led to a dizzying sensation, something that was as surreal as the thought of having this man want me so much he would lash out with such virulence whenever he thought I didn’t want him back.

            Kneeling in front of me, Constantijin held my face between his large and gentle hands. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart.”

            “I can’t help it,” I whispered shakily. "I keep remembering the things my parents told me and..." I dealt his body a dubious look and winced when his cock actually twitched against his briefs. "We don't seem a good...fit?"

            A bark of laughter escaped him. "You're seriously worried?"

“I can’t help it! Don’t you know a woman can hemorrhage when a hymen---"

Constantijin stilled at the sight of me near tears. "Yanna." His voice gentled. "I won't hurt you. Surely you know that by now?"

"I know that, but does...it?" My hands flapped towards his ever-growing cock. "It's..." I threw my arms wide open. "It's
huge
!"

This time, it was Constantijin's lips which twitched.

"You should never have given me time to think," I mumbled. "We should have done it like before, you kissing me until I can't think---"

He kissed me then, putting a stop to my rambling but pulling away before I could lose myself in it. Constantijin smiled. "We won’t have to do anything tonight. We can just lay here together, sleep in each other’s arms.” He brushed my hair away slowly. “You are the only woman I am willing to wait for.”

            The words touched me, more deeply than I knew he was aware of. I would never have thought he could say something like that. Most guys would have laughed at my fears. Most would have thought I was playing coy. But he did none of those, and it just made me love him more. Letting impulse be my guide, I went on my knees as well and unclipped my bra with trembling fingers.

            Constantijin sucked his breath in.

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

            He didn’t need another invitation. He pushed me to my back, and I let myself fall against the bed, my legs sliding open of its 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 my 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 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 was on 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.