Novel Name : The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

Chapter 173

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“Is that good, baby?” He growls into my ear, breathless and hot. His voice doing as much to me as his

hands and I tremble under his power.

“Uh, mmmmm huh.” I moan, equally breathless as he slowly tortures me with his fingers, his other hand

skillfully teasing my nipple. I’m so wet I can feel it throbbing and sliding effortlessly. My hands braced

on the building, which is scratching slightly under my smooth palms, unable to do anything except

surrender to him with legs wide apart. His hard body molded to mine while those wicked hands

pleasure me deeply.

“You want to cum like this?” He pushes against me again, showing me how turned on he is. His strong

naked torso against my own naked skin, that in itself causing a wave of sensation. I’m so lost to him it’s

pathetic.

“Mmmm, hmmmmm.” Is the only answer I can give, unable to talk as I move back against him, the

building pleasure soaring through me, making my body tingle and nipples ache. He continues to probe

and slide into me, feeling me start to tighten around him, his kisses tracing my neck and shoulders

slowly and seductively. I moan and writhe as I start to climb, the orgasm merely seconds away and my

legs trembling with the threat of giving out completely. I breathe harder, my moaning pitching as it

comes closer and closer to the almost brink, the internal building and tingles coursing through me, legs

turning to Jell-O and insides tingling in anticipation, my whole body heating and vibrating.

“Pity we made that little deal then huh?” His voice changes like night from day and his hand pulls out of

me fast, letting me go to sag against the building in outrage. All sensations cutting off like being dunked

in ice water in a flash. It takes a moment to recover from the ecstasy of what he was doing, and I turn

on him, faced with smugness and complete control on his face. He looks like the cat who got the

cream. I stare in open-mouthed disbelief.

“Denying a woman an orgasm when she’s as close to it as you, baby, is almost torture.” He grins,

leaning out to yank up my bikini to cover my breasts and turns to walk away while adjusting himself in

his shorts. “I recommend a change of outfit, Emma, you’re not really concealing how much you want to

be fucked right now.” With a wink he adjusts this manhood once more and walks off toward the house

without a backward glance.

I erupt into a violent spew of curse words and anger, turning the air blue; if I had something to throw at

him then I would. Unable to control the internal wave of anger and sexual frustration and just letting rip

with no cares as to who can hear me.

He’s right in a way he didn’t even mean. Stopping when I was so close to the brink makes me crazy

mad and I storm after him yanking his arm, so he faces me.

“What the fuck?” I yell at him, concealed by palm trees from the pool so no one can see us. I don’t even

care if they can hear us right now, I’m that pissed off.

“You agreed to this game, Emma … Think you can play out some little lesbian fantasy scene with

Alessandra and I’ll what? Come begging to have sex? I told you, baby … We’re not matched in this;

I’ve been around a lot more than you have. I was just reminding you of that little fact.”

He leans down, kissing me chastely on the corner of my mouth and moves off again. Smugness

personified over that face of his. I literally have no words at all. No retorts or violent outbursts, just

complete speechlessness, and the urge to hit him over the head.

I march into the house and throw him a glare as he nestles himself down at the breakfast bar, ignoring

the overly pleased grin across his face. I walk past to the stair and run for our room in complete rage.

So many emotions racing through my head I think I may self-combust in a grand fashion.

* * *

Even the icy blast from the shower doesn’t help alleviate the burning ache inside of me, he’s never left

me mid-orgasm before and it’s agony. Every part of me crying for release and I even consider finishing

the job myself. I don’t though.

Maybe that’s what he wants … I can’t forget how manipulative he can be when he sets his mind on

something and I won’t give him the satisfaction.

I shower quickly and then storm into the room to start getting dressed for him.

He wants seduction? Then he’ll get seduction.

I packed enough lingerie for this trip to see me through a week, he likes to rip enough of it off me and

I’ve a new lacy, see-through set that I bought for bed that he hasn’t seen yet. A tight see-through

underdress and black lace I ordered online as a surprise to rile my sexy man up in all his aggressive

fury.

We shall see, Carrero!

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