The Billionaire Fantasy (Bad Boy Billionaire Brothers Book 2) COMPLETE

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

His mouth on the side of her throat could have melted steel. Jane gasped, her body writhing beneath Silvio's powerful hands as he drove her wild with desire.

Great. Now she was thinking about the way she was going to be fucked as though he were writing about it.

Silvio's voice rumbled low against her throat. "Tell me."

She couldn't.

His hands squeezed her breast. The grip almost painful in the moment, but exciting and pleasurable when he flicked her hard nipple.

"Tell me what you want."

His hand dipped low once more, staying above her jeans, but she felt the pressure against her pussy. That friction was enough to drag a sigh from her throat. Jane's head fell back, she thrust against that wonderful hand.

"You don't get what you want until you tell me how you want it. So tell me."

"F-facing the mirror."

Silvio stopped short. He pulled back, looked at her, and his mouth did that sexy quirking thing he did that made her belly melt.

"Not gonna lie. I honestly wasn't expecting you to make that choice."

Jane fisted his T-shirt, yanking him close, their mouths barely grazing each other. "You need to get used to a lot of different things."

She crushed her mouth to his, pleased when he was finally the one she caught off guard, when he was the one with the wide open eyes and parting lips for her to take advantage of.

Silvio recovered quickly. He pushed back against her mouth, kissing her back, and Jane was left with the feeling that he was allowing her to have this small amount of control.

He allowed her to think she could have this on her own terms.

Well, screw him. Because she could have this on her own terms. He might think he was allowing her to be this powerful in his arms, but she was powerful.

Damned powerful.

And she was going to make him see it.

Which was why she didn't allow him to grab her and turn her around. She pushed him back, hopped off the dresser, and holding eye contact for as long as possible, turned around, pressing her palms flat onto the dresser itself.

She glanced over her shoulder. Her hair fell against her face in a way she hoped against hope was sexy as hell.

The way Silvio looked at her made her feel sexy.

"Is this what you wanted?"

His hands settled on her hips. He yanked himself close. Jane gasped, pleasure and giddy anticipation surging through her as she felt the heat and length of his cock through his jeans pressing against her ass.

Silvio leaned over her, his teeth scraping the shell of her ear. "This is exactly what I want."

"Then hurry up and do something about it."

"Bossy. I like that."

"I'm hearing a lot of talking but not a lot of—oh."

Jane smiled, biting down on her lips as Silvio yanked down her jeans. Not all the way, not even to her knees. The waist of her jeans came down around the top of her thighs, just barely coming over her ass and exposing her.

"I can barely spread legs."

"That's the point."

Jane shivered, then pulled herself together.