Free My Dutch Billionaire 2 by Marian Tee Page A

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    Defiantly, she said, “More than I ever enjoyed dancing with you.”
    His eyes turned a frigid shade of blue.
    “In fact,” Serenity continued in a low voice made shaky by her own pent-up jealousy, “I’d say he’s better than you in every way—”
    “Shut up,” Willem snarled under his breath, “or I’ll shut it myself with my mouth.”
    “I dare you!” She had hissed the words unthinkingly, forgetting that this was Willem de Konigh she was talking to, and he did not take kindly to being dared.  
    But when the billionaire made a move to do exactly as he had threatened, she panicked and quickly leaned back—
    The chair started to fall back at her sudden movement.
    Serenity paled.
    The people around them gasped as she started to fall with the chair, but just when she thought her head was going to crack against the floor, Willem had caught hold of the edge and pulled it back upright with one firm yank.
    The guests around them burst into applause.
    “Are you alright?” he asked immediately.
    She could not speak right away, could only stare at him while he gripped her hand tightly under the table.
    “Sere?” the billionaire asked gently even as wickedness glittered in his eyes.
    She swallowed. “I’m o-okay.” His fingers tightened its hold and she swallowed again. “T-thank you for helping me.” Her voice was tremulous, her gaze glued to his face, and every cell in her body concentrated on their clasped fingers.  
    He bent close, and she held her breath.  
    “I didn’t like seeing you dance with another man.”
    Her heart skipped a beat, and she whispered, “I d-didn’t like seeing you kiss my sister either.”
    Silence.
    Then, finally, the billionaire said, “You win.”
    Her lips parted in bemused shock. “W-win what?”
    “If you’re a good girl for the rest of the evening,” the billionaire said calmly, “then I’ll fuck you tonight.”
    Her throat dried. Her breasts swelled. And her pussy slowly throbbed in a thoroughly drenched state of arousal.
    The billionaire leaned back against his seat, and as his thumb stroked her knuckles under the table, he arched one elegant brow at her, asking easily, “Do we have a deal, engel ?”
    “Yes.”
    As soon as she said the word, she heard Shane rushing to their table, exclaiming, “I saw it while the prince and I were dancing! Are you okay?” But this was directed to Willem, which made the billionaire frown.
    “I’m not the one who almost fell, Shane,” he said gently. “Perhaps you were too far to see how it truly happened?”
    Flushing at the hint of disapproval in his eyes, she eagerly grabbed the excuse, saying, “Yes, I’m sorry. I thought it was you.” She looked at her younger sister with sham concern. “Are you all right, darling?”
    Willem chose that exact moment to prod her uninjured foot with his, and even the simple contact was enough to have blood rushing to her head. She croaked out to her sister, “Yes.”
    Shane looked at her oddly. “You look like you’re about to have a fever.”
    “It’s the scare of almost falling off her chair, I’m sure,” the billionaire murmured. Smiling at Shane, he said, “Just enjoy yourself, my dear. I’ll look after the child while I make some business calls.”
    She pouted. “Can’t you forget work for a while so we can enjoy tonight?”
    “Soon,” he promised. “But go on, I love seeing you have fun.”
    When Shane left, Serenity said uneasily, “You’re too good at manipulating people.”
    “True.” The billionaire shrugged.
    “How do I know you’re not manipulating me?”
    The billionaire gave her a sardonic look. “I think I should be the one worried, don’t you? After all...” He let go of her hand under the table and with her beside him, it was easy enough to have his fingers slip under the loose, flowing skirt of her ballgown.
    Serenity paled.
    “ You’re the one who succeeded in changing my mind.”
    His fingers moved up her thigh, and Serenity started