Covet: Trusting the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife Book 4) by Charlotte Rose

and wrap my arms around his neck. He gazes into my eyes and no words are needed. I bite my lower lip as we move to the music and stare deeply into each other’s eyes.
    His eyes convey more than words ever can. A true alpha male dominates the submissive with his eyes alone.
    The buzz in my head is getting stronger and I hold onto Julian’s neck for support. I let him direct my hips to the rhythm of the music.
    I part my lips and his gaze shifts to them. His eyes get hooded, and his jaw clenches. I lick my lips, slicking them with wetness. I feel his body stiffen against mine.
    He fixes his dark gaze on my mouth, slides his hands into my hair, and leans in as though to kiss me, but suddenly he withholds himself. Our lips are almost touching, and I can feel his hot breath against my face.
    The sexual tension increases as I wait for him to kiss me. I inhale his rich, manly, spicy scent. He examines me as though he were reading my mind, knowing everything I’m thinking and everything I’m feeling—it’s so intimidating.
    I suddenly feel my panties drip with moisture. I’m so fucking wet and Julian hasn’t even touched me there yet. The sexual anticipation and chemistry between us is incredible. He truly is a master of seduction.
    I slide my hands from his neck and into his short black hair. My heart is thumping and the noise around me—the people, the music, everything—suddenly fades away. My full attention is on him.
    I can’t take it anymore; I firmly grip the back of his head and lean in to lock lips with him, letting out a loud moan.
    Our tongues meet and swirl. I can taste his desire for me. Our lips move rapidly as we kiss, moaning and groaning.
    I’ve lost all my inhibitions and I hop onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist as I kiss him harder than I’ve ever kissed anyone. I don’t care if people are watching, I’m so turned on. He shoves his tongue around in my mouth and I moan as we trade saliva in a passionate exchange.
    Julian pulls away and fixes his intense gaze on my face. “I’m taking you home tonight,” he growls.
    I nod—I’m his willing victim. He places me on my feet, and I get a head rush, either from the kiss or the alcohol or both. He grabs me by the hand and leads me toward the exit.
    When we get into the car, Julian puts my seatbelt on for me, then starts the car.
    “I’m going to fuck your brains out tonight,” he says, harsh and rough.
    On the way home, the effects of the alcohol put me in a sleepy state. I shut my eyes.
    I’m awakened when Julian unbuckles my seatbelt. I try and get out of the car but I’m too intoxicated, so Julian lifts me into his arms.
    I feel Julian carry me through our home and into the “rape room.” The alcohol has worked its way through my entire system, and all I feel like doing is sleeping. I force my eyes open when Julian tosses me onto the four-poster bed. Julian is undressing himself and piercing me with a ravenous, salacious grin. I’m all his, to do with as he pleases—fuck me raw and blow his entire load inside me.
    The room feels like it’s spinning even though I’m lying on my back. I’m too dizzy to move, so I close my eyes and wait for the feeling to pass.
    The alcohol has left me drowsy, weak, and incoherent. I open my eyes when I feel Julian pull me by the feet toward the edge of the bed.
    He stands by the edge, raises my legs to a 90-degree angle, and holds onto my ankles. My legs are spread-eagle and he shoves his throbbing cock inside me.
    I’m his fuck toy to do with as he pleases. I close my eyes as he begins pumping. He alternately crosses and spreads my legs like scissors, opening and closing as he thrusts.
    One second my limbs are in an “X” and so super tight for his thick cock. Then, when he spreads me open again, I’m wide open and able to take him in deeper.
    He thrusts hard and fast, and I’m jolted like a rag doll. He grits his teeth, slamming against my hips with a loud body-to-body smacking sound.
    He