Courted (How Not To Be Seduced By Billionaires: Book 2) Read Online Free

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