Billionaire's love

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When they walked out, Ali followed behind him. Even though normally she is a timid person, who almost always tags along with someone else, but when she walked behind him, she felt so inferior.

His car was already outside waiting for him. The man handed his keys.

“Get in.” He instructed while looking at her.

“No thanks.” She rejected.

“Why do you always have to defy me?” He leaned against the door of his ostentatious racing car. His face was almost half a frown, even though he normally doesn’t show his emotion on the outside. Although, the frown also looked fake, with his lips lifted up in a barely noticeable smile.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” She looked away.

“Tell me.” His tone just can’t completely rid of its dominant nature.

“Why can’t you understand what I say? Why can’t you understand that I want you to leave me alone?” She screamed at him. She was mad, and anger rushed up inside of her. And she hated it when she sees his nonchalant face, like nothing mattered to him. Why can’t he feel the pain she did. Why is she the only one who ever felt something? It was her who felt love toward him, it was her who felt hate toward him. Did he ever felt anything toward her? It’s seems all he is doing is playing with her.

Looking around her, she noticed that her loud voice has attracted audience. She looked back at him against and in the moment she decided to run off.

This is a fairly busy street; people were walking all around them.

As she ran she can tell that some people looked at her weirdly, but she ignored it.

Then all the sudden a hand wrapped around her lips, and the other hand jerked her backward. She fumbled into a quiet alley. A body pinned her against the wall behind her. Her eyes squeezed shut in shock, but she couldn’t scream. Tears almost came to her eyes.

“What is it that I don’t understand?” Levi’s mellow voice was right beside her.

She snapped her eyes open immediately, staring at him angrily.

His hand skimmed against the brim of her shirt deviantly.

“Do you know how I treat people who misbehave like you?”

The air he let out tickled against her neck. Then his leg forcibly pried opened her leg, his knees nudged at the end of her thigh. She moaned out. His hand already skimmed inside of her shirt, then it glided toward her back and lower, just so she felt his hand touched the brim of her underwear. Her body tensed.

“If you don’t let me go, I’m going to scream.” She threatened.

His lips pecked on her neck. The wet, tingling sensation is killing her.

She gasped in a sharp breath; she realized that she is breathing too quickly

“Really, will you? Do you really want people coming in see us like this?”

The hand which pinned her against the wall, now moved to cup her breast, his fingers slowly rubbed on her sensitive part. Even though there was a layer of cloth between his hand and hers skin, but the sensation still makes her want to scream.

The other hand of his, moved to grasp her butt. His body pushed her against the wall even more. She can’t believe he is doing this to her. Because a man rarely touches her like this, she is feeling really weird.

“Please, stop it.” Her voice was weak, which made her rejection sounded like an invitation.

“Don’t you like it?” He coaxed. His tongue licked at the corner of her lip.

“No, I don’t.” She shook her head.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes were looking down most of the time; she was too embarrassed to look at him.

Then his hand suddenly put more pressure on her breast, which made her tipped her head up, and unwillingly her eyes met his face.

The sight of him took her breath away. By pass all the feeling she had for him, he is undeniably the man that most girl would scream over.

Her eyes scan down his body, and then stopped at his chest. His shirt was open. It revealed his flawless skin and his perfectly toned muscles.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” His voice was deep and sexy.

“I…”

“Don’t deny it, you should have seen your face. There are so many people who looked at me like that, but it’s your special privilege to touch me like this.” His hand grasped hers, and leads her hand to his chest.

He moved in closer to her.

“I hate it when people looked at me like that.” He paused, and she felt slightly cold from those words. “But, I felt a little different when it came from you.”

Before she knew it, her hand was already on his abdominal. She was touching him. Did she really want to touch him deep inside? The thought of it doesn’t appeal to her.

She quickly moved her hand off of him, but it was stopped mid air by his hand. He set her hand back on his lower abdominal.

“You’re lusting for me. You can’t help it. After all, I’m your first love.” His words almost sounded like a curse to her.

His hand guided her hand lower, passed the brim of pants.

Suddenly, Ali felt something hard against her fingertips; she quickly jerked her hand out of his.