HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 77

Meadow’s POV:

My hand inched toward the strings slowly. I hated that I was doing this. But even more, I hated the way he was looking at me right now.

Like he wanted to eat me up. Or maybe strangle me.

The rough hand on my jaw reached down toward my breasts, and Alaric cupped it gently, rolling my nipple with his thumb. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing the moan that threatened to come out.

I couldn’t let him know that I was enjoying this too much.

Although it looked as if he already knew.

My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. “You’re disgusting,” I spat.

“And you’re stalling,” he said, eyes glinting dangerously. “Don’t make me decide for you, baby. You won’t like how thorough I can be.” He paused. “Or maybe you’d like it too much.”

“You called me a slut for opening my legs to you, Alaric,” I said, recalling the night before he left for Vegas. “Why should I do that now?”

Alaric’s smirk didn’t falter, but his jaw ticked. “I didn’t call you a slut that night because you opened your legs for me, Meadow. I called you a slut because I wanted to hurt you.”

For a moment, I was taken aback by his response. I wasn’t expecting him to be honest about it. I thought he would ignore it like everything else.

“And it worked, didn’t it?” he finished softly, cupping my face again.

My throat tightened.

His eyes narrowed, the smirk turning into something colder. “And now you’re here, wet. Shaking. Pretending that one word is enough for you to keep your thighs shut.” He tilted his head, eyes raking over me as he parted my bottom lip with his thumb. “But it’s not. You’ll still do it, because you want me more than you want to win this little argument.”

A gasp escaped my throat, and before I realized what was going on, he pulled on the strings of my bikini bottom. The smirk appeared again as he moved away from me, swimming toward the edge of the pool while I watched it float.

I was completely naked now. Shivering, not because of the cold, but because I realized that he was right.

As much as I wanted to fight him, as much as I wanted to hate him for spying on me, I wanted to do as he said.

I wanted to touch myself in this pool in front of Alaric.

Alaric pulled himself up, so now he was sitting on the edge of the pool. And then he took his shirt off, and my breath caught. Casually, he tossed it aside, his gaze shifting to me again. And he arched a brow.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked smoothly.

I drew in a breath so deep it made my ribs ache. My chest felt tight from how carefully he was watching me, his forearms resting against his knees

Oh my god.

I was going to finger myself in front of Alaric.

My jaw clenched and I swallowed, taking another deep breath. “I’ve been in this water too long. My body’s probably already wrinkly.”

He smirked wider. “Better get to it then.”

I scowled at him, rolling my eyes. And after a full minute of stalling and flapping my arms gently, I let myself tip backward, kicking my legs lightly to stay afloat. The water cradled me until I was floating. Naked. In the pool. In front of Alaric.

My core throbbed at the thought of him doing things to me inside this pool. Touching me, holding me like he did…

I wanted more of that.

I missed it.

And maybe I needed to show him just how much I did, and how wrong he was for leaving me.

I was going to show him what he missed.

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