Bexley, The Bad Billionaire

"Because I want to watch you cum."

My breath caught again and I couldn't speak.

"I wanted it the first time I saw you," he said, low and rough, "right there in the parking lot. I wanted to watch you. Listen to the sounds you make. Feel you as I watch you. As you give in and let go." He leaned in, brushing his lips beneath my ear. "I swear to God, Cecilia before I have to go wherever I have to go, I'm going to make you come."

Everything was burning, my skin, my blood, everything. He moved his free hand to my throat, then trailed his fingertips down. He unzipped my sweatshirt and dragged his hand up beneath my shirt, cupping my breast in his warm palm. I heard the soft intake of his breath when he realized that I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Jesus," he said softly

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Sebastian Bexley got out of jail after taking the wrong getaway job, just to find out he had inherited a billion dollars.

He doesn't care about the usual things a normal billionaire would care about. He doesn't care about money or life and death.

All he wants to do is find the woman who gave him an unforgettable night before everything went wrong. The woman who is way too good for him. The woman that was out of his reach and not for him to have. All he wanted to do was find her, get revenge on the man that hurt her and make her, his.