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Chased (How Not to be Seduced by Billionaires #1) Page 13
Author: Marian Tee

Releasing my lips, Constantijin pushed me down, leaving my legs to dangle from the table.

“What---” I tried to protest but his brooding look shut me up. There was something in it, something more than anger or frustration.

Then I felt him rolling my underwear past my legs and I yelped again, “What are you doing?”

“I saw you.” He threw my panties away.

I tried crawling away from him, but it was too late. He leaned over me, his weight pressing down on my body and imprisoning me in place.

“You were flirting with that boy.”

It took me a while to understand what he was talking about.

I gasped. “Are you talking about Dra---”

“Don’t you dare say his f**king name in my presence!” he growled and bit my lip as if in punishment.

I groaned, not out of hurt but because I was even more aroused, his movement causing his rock-hard c**k to rub just the right way against my na**d core.

“Why were you flirting with him?”

This time, I understood what I had seen in his eyes earlier – what I now heard from his voice. He was jealous. Constantijin Kastein was jealous – because of me. It was stupid of me, I knew that, but somehow the realization made me happy.

I knew that him being jealous could mean nothing. It could just mean that he was extremely possessive, that he thought I belonged to him. But right now, I didn’t care. Right now, all I could think was that he had to care for me – even just a bit – for him to feel so jealous and affected over an entirely casual conversation in front of a vendo.

“I wasn’t flirting with him,” I said gently. Inside my mind, I could hear Alyx making a tsk tsk sound, warning me against being too soft. Constantijin revealed a moment of jealousy and here I was thinking he cared for me. It was my hopelessly romantic side winning over my common sense, Alyx would tell me, but right now – I didn’t care.

Constantijin’s brooding look didn’t go away, but his tone was less hard when he spoke. “Then what were you doing?”

“Just talking." I moved restlessly against his body, his c**k a pulsing temptation between my legs.

He bit my lip once more, but this time it felt more playful than punishing. “I don’t like seeing you talking to another man but me, Yanna.”

“Talking is different from flirting.” I did my very best not to arch against him, but it was hard. He was unconsciously – or consciously – rubbing himself against me now, and it drove me insane – like his touch always did.

His hands clamped around my waist, keeping me still. “Promise me you won’t talk to him again.”

“I would never flirt with him,” I said instead.

Constantijin glared.

It was totally unexpected, and he looked so beautiful and sexy, glaring at me with such obvious jealousy that I couldn’t help it. I twirled my arms around his neck and kissed him.

He gasped against my lips as my tongue slipped inside his mouth, tentatively tasting him the way he did with me.

A chuckle vibrated against my body. “Are you seducing me, Yanna?”

“I think so,” I whispered, nipping his lip as I did.

He groaned. “It’s working.”

I could hear a ‘but’ and forcing myself to pull my lips away from his, I asked, “But what?”

In answer, he suddenly pulled away. Ignoring my protest, he pushed my skirt up and buried his lips in between my legs.

I screamed.

“Yanna, ssssh…”

“I…I…” I screamed again when he licked me long and slow, and then harder and faster.

His tongue was a relentless force. I tried to keep quiet but it was impossible. I couldn’t help moaning, twisting on the table as he kept licking me into an orgasm that I knew would cause my body to splinter into pieces.

“You taste so f**king good,” he murmured between licks, which alternated between delicate and rough.

“Constantijin.” It was all I could think of saying.

“Look at me eat your cunt, Yanna,” he said in a roughly-voiced order.

I lifted myself up, resting on my elbows, my whole body shuddering at the blatant look of desire in Constantijin’s eyes while he licked me.

“I want to see you come as I take you with my mouth.”

That was the only warning I got before his mouth closed over my clit, sucking hard and long.

I cried out as I came, our eyes locked into each other as pleasure caused my body to shake uncontrollably.

Later, Constantijin took control again, cleaning me with a brisk efficiency that made me feel thankful and a little hurt at the same time even though I tried my best not to let him know that.

“You are mine now, understand?”

His English seemed to go to hell whenever he was feeling strongly about something, I realized. He was scowling at me, as if remembering about Drake. I scowled back at him, realizing that he was trying to manipulate me through sex.

“I’m not yours.” And I wasn’t – or at least I was 99% his, but he didn’t have to know that. The one percent would remain mine, protected inside my heart until I could make him fall for me the way I was so obviously falling for him.

The words sounded silly even to my ears, especially after what just happened between us, and with me smoothing down my skirt. When I looked up, he was frowning again.

“Are you playing with me, schat?”

“No!”

Constantijin visibly relaxed at my obviously shocked answer. “I knew you weren’t the type but---I don’t understand why you are so against being mine. I can give you everything – anything you want.” His voice lowered, the look he sent me under his lashes positively sizzling.

“No one can please your body the way I can, Yanna.”

He was so arrogantly convinced of that it should have been a turn off, but my weak body reacted the opposite way. Instead, it found his words a huge turn on, my ni**les hardening into pinpoint pricks against my blouse.

“I don’t deny that, Constantijin. But this – all of this, I’m not used to it. I need time.” I needed time to harden my heart, to protect it if he ever did end up using and leaving me, but I didn’t have to tell him that.

“Time.” He repeated the word so distastefully I couldn’t help but smile.

“Fine. I will give you this time you are asking for. But not too long,” he warned darkly. “I am an impatient man and I hunger too much for you already. Only you have forced me to go through cold showers every night.”

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