Free Curves Envy 3 - Claimed By An Alpha: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery Page B

I’ve fallen for you since the first night you invited me to your home… but I didn’t think it could ever be mutual.”
    “Shhh,” he whispers, dropping two fingers against my lips to silence me. “Now you know it is.” He smiles before dropping a soft kiss on my lips.
    “I do.” I grab him closer to answer his kiss. The passion burning inside me threatens to consume me whole. He wants me as much as I want him.
    “I’m glad we’re on the same page, but I can’t possibly let you get away with what you’ve done to me tonight. You had me worried out of my mind. Your phone was off all night and there was no way for Deidra or I to reach you. We had no idea where you were or if you were alone.” What have I done? “Luckily, Deidra texted me a couple minutes before you walked through the door when she finally received a reply from Giovanna, who confirmed you had been out on the town partying with her, the CNN reporter and Josephine.”
    I swallow hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. Oh, shit. “When I saw you with Bruna tonight, I figured I didn’t have a chance in hell. She’s a model and I’m not. She’s Brazilian and I’m not. She stops traffic and I don’t. Why wouldn’t you fall for her? I couldn’t stand watching the two of you anymore, so I asked Giovanna, Josephine and Brian to join me to paint the town red, because standing there made me feel helpless. I figured if I could escape, I wouldn’t have to know more than I needed to.”
    “Earlier today inside the SUV you promised you trusted me implicitly. What changed?”
    “I… well…” I mumble, riddled with guilt. My insecurities prompted me to act like a hothead. I wasn’t even thinking straight. I could already picture Bruna fucking Max’s brains out. I only had one thought in mind—get the hell out before I get hurt.
    “You storming out like you did is like saying you don’t trust me.” His voice roughens. “Turn around.”
    “Wh-what? Why?”
    “As I said earlier, you had me worried sick and there’s no way I can allow you to get away with this.”
    “But what are you…”
    “Turn. Around. Now.” His voice is so domineering and so certain, it strips away my ability to think along with my willpower to argue back. Slowly, I do as I’m told. Without warning, he grabs my hands and places them over my head, pressing them against the door.
    “Don’t move,” he growls.
    When his hands glide down my body, a gush of arousal runs through me. He angles his body to the side and pins my wrists together, preventing me from moving. Although generous, the entrance to my hotel room feels like a tiny closet right now, with both of us filling the space. I open my hands and flatten them against the door, hoping he plans on fucking me from behind with my clothes still on. When he lifts the skirt of my dress with his free hand, a cold breeze from the air conditioner brushes across my exposed bottom and I wiggle my ass in anticipation. Yeah, take me.
    “Hmmm. Nice lingerie selection and good call on matching your underwear with the color of your dress. The emerald-green satin and the black lace aren’t helping my hard-on. It’s a good thing I can easily replace these or else your saucy collection would cost me a fortune.” He wraps my panties around his fingers and pulls the fabric apart.
    Jesus, I love it when he’s such a tyrant. I close my eyes and lick my lips, readying myself, but instead of his cock, I jerk forward the second the first slap hits my cheeks. What the fuck? He’s spanking me? No way.
    “Max, have you lost your marbles?” I squeal.
    Slap.
    “For the love of God. I’m not a child,” I protest.
    Slap. The third slap hits across my right buttock and stings like crazy.
    “Ouch!”
    He pauses. “This will be far more enjoyable if you relax,” he says, as if I haven’t even spoken, as if he hasn’t noticed me struggling to escape.
    Slap. Slap. Slap.
    “Damn you.”
    “The boys you’ve fucked in the past never spanked