Free I Choose You (The Billionaire Brothers Series) by S. Ann Cole Page A

me, but I was downright starving for him. So he couldn’t have been more aggressive than me if he tried.
    His tongue dipped further inside, roaming, searching, digging, relentless, kissing me deeper and harder, competing with me. I squirmed against his erection, needing him. Just as I was about to beg him to take me right there without hesitation, the elevator doors opened.
    Tearing his lips from mine, breathing harshly, he confessed, “I just wanted to have a drink with you, I swear. Wanted to get you hot and bothered and woozy then send you home to think about what I didn’t give you, so you could finger-fuck yourself to sleep. Mind on me.”
    Raking his teeth over his lower lip, he narrowed his eyes at me, and though they were still heavy with need, they were severe. “But then, you bit me, Krissan. You fucking bit me.”

Chapter 7
K. Kingston
Undo Me
    C hest heaving with short breaths, I replied, “But … but you wanted me to … ”
    Trevillo shook his head as he used one hand to push off from the wall with me still wrapped around him, and walked us out of the elevator that led straight into a ritzy suite. “Not want … ”
    Soon he was lowering me down on a plush sofa. “Need. Need to feel your teeth and nails sinking into my flesh. Everywhere. Raking, biting, digging, drawing blood.”
    Taken aback, I stared up into blue eyes flooded with concupiscence, need, and something else I couldn’t name. “You’re into … pain?”
    At the word, his breathing grew harsher and his nostrils flared. “Hmm.”
    Shit.
    Yeah. I was right earlier. I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. The man hovering above me, with sex leaking through his pores in the form of tiny beads of sweat, with need, starvation and desire swirling in his depths, was a man who resembled more than danger, but also every sinful pleasure that could be offered.
    Pain during sex wasn’t something I was interested in, so I figured the best time to stop this was now. “I can’t … I’m not into — ”
    Trevillo abruptly got up to his feet and shoved a hand through his hair, no doubt recording fear on my face. “Fuck,” he swore beneath his breath. “I don’t inflict pain on women. Never. It’s the other way around.”
    Agitation mitigated by his explanation, I whispered, “Oh.”
    “However … ” he went on, “I do suggest we pause this clawing and pawing and grab that drink we really came here for? Because the unprecedented need I’m experiencing right now, Krissan, might just well lead to somewhere neither of us wants to go.”
    The severe expression he wore told me he was being far from facetious. He indeed seemed a bit fatal, as if he were wrestling with some kind of sex demon. So even though my vagina walls were clenching ceaselessly, desperate to grab hold of him inside me and suck an orgasm out of him, I nodded in agreement.
    At that, he promptly turned and carried himself on his strong legs over to a wine-rack in the kitchen area. Closing my sprawled legs, I attempted to pull my over-aroused self together and got up from the sofa.
    I glanced around what was, no doubt, a presidential suite. The suite was one wide, sumptuously decorated, open floor space. The bedroom bled into the sitting room, the sitting room bled into the kitchen area. The entire left wall was glass, showing an astounding vista. There was a slide door to the left of the wall leading out to a spacious rectangular balcony with white leather lounge chairs. Viscas hotels were, before now, what I’d only ever heard about, not being affluent enough to set foot in one. The first branch of Viscas was in Los Angeles, top-class, five stars. This one, Viscas II, was completed two years ago, and was just as swanky as the one back in Los Angles. Viscas III was currently being constructed in New York.
    Being given the opportunity to be in one, a presidential suite at that, I could understand what the brouhaha was all about. It was simply breath-taking.
    As