Page 11 of Big Billionaire

A flash of anger crosses his face. “He doesn’t deserve you,” he says firmly.

And then the anger passes, replaced with something like relief, and his gaze drags down my face like a slow caress. “The fact that you’re a virgin doesn’t make me want you less, firefly.” His voice dips into something darker, almost reverent. “It makes me want you more. You have no idea what it does to me, knowing you’ve kept yourself…all for me. ThatIcan be the first one to touch you, make you feel good, not my good-for-nothing son. You’remine.”

The air leaves my lungs in a rush.

Then his mouth is on mine again, slower this time. It’s not the fierce, claiming kiss from before, but something that pulls me under, stealing every thought, every defense. His lips coaxinstead of demand, teasing me until my knees feel like they might give out. I hang on tightly to him, desperate for an anchor.

Heat spreads through me in a slow, dizzying wave. My chest feels tight, my vision hazy, every inch of me aware of the ache blooming low in my belly. I’ve never felt anything like this, never even imagined it.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is low, ragged. “You drive me insane, Lena. I can’t control myself around you.” His thumb strokes along my jaw. “But if you’re not ready to go further tonight, I’ll stop.”

The thought of him stopping makes my chest seize.

“I’m ready,” I blurt out, my cheeks catching fire.

“Are you sure, firefly?” he asks, his eyes searching my face.

“Yes,” I murmur, my pulse thrumming low in my veins.

“Yes, what?”

I look at him. I know what he wants me to say.Yes, Daddy.The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I suddenly want to know what it feels like to stretch my limits with him. The thought sends a rush of excitement through me.

“Yes, Damien.”

“Careful,” he says with a smirk, his gaze sweeping over me like he’s memorizing every inch. “I should spank you for being naughty.”

The words slam into me like a physical touch, sending a hot, liquid rush straight between my legs.

He stills, his eyes locked on my face. “Wait…” His voice drops to a husky whisper. “You actually want to be spanked, don’t you, firefly?”

I shake my head on instinct, but my traitorous blush says otherwise.

His eyes darken, the hunger there sharp enough to make me shiver.

“Come here,” he says, taking my hand and guiding me toward the leather armchair by the fireplace. He sits down and pulls me into his lap in one smooth motion. I gasp at the effortless strength in the move, landing sideways across his thick thighs.

One of his big hands spreads low over my back, holding me in place. The other runs up my bare thigh, his palm hot against my skin, until his fingers toy with the thin waistband of my panties.

“You’ve never been spanked before, have you, firefly?”

I shake my head, my voice caught somewhere between fear and…anticipation.

“Then I’m going to teach you.” His tone is firm, deliberate. “And you’re going to take every single swat, because you asked for it. Whether you realized it or not.”

My body tingles all over, my pulse roaring in my ears.

He shifts me so I’m lying fully across his lap now, my breasts pressing into his solid thigh. The position makes me feel…small. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.

“Damien…” I whisper.

His hand strokes over the curve of my ass, slow and possessive. “That’s Daddy to you.”

The word shivers out of me before I can stop it. “Daddy…”

He growls low in his chest, the sound vibrating against me. Then he hooks his fingers around my panties and drags them down my legs.

“You have such a hot ass and pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, stroking my bare bottom gently. “Spread your legs for me a little, firefly.”