At the Billionaire's Pleasure 3: For Love or Lust? (BDSM Billionaire Series) by M.G. Morgan Page A

knew this was improbable. He had already seen me naked. He had been the one to cut my clothes off me. He had told me he wanted me naked. He wanted access to my body.
    But the stupid insecure side of my head won as it always did. He would see how desperate I was, he would find me repulsive.
    “Carrie, what happens to you? I watch you disappear off into your head. Your face fills with doubt. Is it something I’ve done?”
    There it was again that note of insecurity. Was I imagining it?
    “Did you enjoy last night?” His voice was stronger now. The commanding tone had returned and I was compelled to answer.
    “Yes...” A blush spread across my cheeks.
    He took a step closer to me. His masculine scent invaded my head. I wanted to reach out and pull him against my body. As though he read my mind he reached out to me. His hand closing around the end of the belt on his coat that I wore.
    “I’ve never seen this coat look so appealing before...” His voice was husky.
    My mouth had gone dry and all my words had fled. I had no defence against this man and I had a feeling the more time I spent in his arms the harder it would be when he pushed me away.
    His fingers worked quickly, undoing the belt and opening the buttons. As each one popped open I felt his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of my naked skin.
    “Why did you try and leave? Why sneak away?” His voice was threaded with authority. My body shook softly as he pushed the coat open and revealed my exposed flesh.
    “I don’t know...”
    “Not good enough.” He pinched my nipple hard. The sensitive bud sprang to life. A small sound escaped my lips, a combination of pleasure and pain.
    “Now tell me. Why did you try and leave? What are you trying to escape?”
    “I-I...” Words failed me. How could I tell him? He wouldn’t understand.
    He pressed his body against mine, manoeuvring me backwards until my ass hit the kitchen counter. He lifted his hands and carefully cupped my face. His head dipped low. His tongue trailed a path of fire from my neck down to my chest.
    He whispered against my skin. “Why were you running from me? What are you afraid of?”
    My eyes were closed and my head thrown back. The feel of his lips and hands on my body was too much. I couldn’t fight him and the words tumbled out of me before I could even think to stop them.
    “I’m afraid of getting hurt.”
    The words hung between us. David froze. His breath the only indication that he was still there, that he was alive. He pulled away from me. The look in his blue eyes made me cringe.
    “You’re afraid of me? Afraid I’ll hurt you?”
    “Yes.” I met his gaze with a searching one of my own.
    “Carrie, I thought you were enjoying what we had? What we shared?”
    His words stung. Although I knew that for him this was little more than sex; I was rapidly starting to realise for me it was a little more.
    “I do. I mean I am... But...”
    “But what?”
    He moved away from me and pushed his hand back through his hair. He puffed out his cheeks and exhaled heavily.
    “I’ve never done this sort of thing before. Its always been more than just sex.”
    “So you’re telling me that you and Richard was more than just sex? It might have been more than that for you but for him it was definitely all about what he could get from you.”
    I slowly began to close up the coat I was wearing. My stupid brain had once more gotten in the way. I could have had David. He made me feel special and beautiful and I could have had it for as long as I wanted. But no, I had to over think everything. I swallowed back my tears and pushed the hurt deep down inside myself. I wasn’t going to let him see how much it hurt.
    “Where are you going?” He growled at me. The words trickling from between his lips. I could feel the anger rolling from his body in waves. “Carrie, I want you. I’ve already told you that. Why is that so hard for you to believe? I WANT YOU.”
    He spoke the words loudly placing