LUST LOVE: Slave To The Billionaire CEO

On their way home, Smiles couldn’t stop smiling. The scene of Grandma Shiley and Grandpa Jimmy kept on playing in her head, their acting was super good…bravo.

She will glance at Keane, wondering how he could stay still in situations like that. No change in his temperament, just how can he be this cool? She wonders.

“Got something to say?” Keane asked startlingly the girl who was busily staring at him lost in thought.

She was quick to nod a no, feeling embarrassed she was caught staring.

“Thought as much,” he said, turning his gaze to the window.

Their drive home was quiet, with no one willing to speak first.

Stopping in front of the mansion, she sat patiently waiting for Keane to come out first and only push on the door when he was completely out.

She felt lively inside, for some unknown reason and she was trying her best to hide it. Knowing herself, she knows how crazy she can be when she’s happy.

In her room, she quickly takes off her shoes, feeling the cold floor on her feet give her a cold sting making her smile broad.

Shw swells around the round, at the sound of her beat. Did I mention, that Smiles is a good ballet dancer, but just doesn’t dance often except when she’s super happy like now.

She was so lost in the dance that she didn’t notice him coming in. She swelled and swelled, smiling. Her smile has always been one to die for but this was different, there was so much in it that he just couldn’t explain but overall, he was astounded at how beautiful she was right now, like the goddess of beauty that she is.

Spinning around, she somehow lost her balance and only found herself falling, unable to do a thing but to her surprise, she was caught by the waist, and she came crashing on his broad and firm chest.

She was flabbergasted at the sight of him, his gaze, there was just something she would never get used to in them.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” she heard him say. Those words of him send shivers running through her veins, shattering her already broken defense. Not like he said something seductive, but the way he said it…it was like he was praising her and that alone was enough to drown her.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“I have always loved dancing since fourteen” she explains. Her voice was soft, it barely came out as a whisper.

“Dance for me!” He tells her. She raises her head in surprise, meeting his gaze. For some reason, she couldn’t look away even though she was dying to, it was like he was compelling her to, and neither could she deny it, not like she had a say.

She bobs her head, taking a step back. Her hands were shivering and her heart was as if it would explode if beat once.

“There’s no song,” she says.

“You weren’t dancing to a song, were you?” He asked. She nods, well to him, she wasn’t dancing to a song but to her, she was.

Taking in one last breath, she closed her eyes and started dancing. She could feel herself getting lighter and free, able to move around without being scared.

She dances, swelling circling around him. All her fears were gone, and all she could think of was him and her love, the beauty of it, and what she felt inside.

Ending, she was just an inch away from him, as her chest rose and fell in a fast rhyme.

“You’ve been such a good little thing lately,” he said, trailing down her shoulder.

“I can’t help but want to reward you” he runs his hands through her soft cherry brown hair. She didn’t move, not like she could anyway cause her legs were basically stuck to the ground.

It’s the first time he’s made mention of wanting to reward her, and even praise her. She couldn’t help but grow crimson red.

He lowered himself to kiss on her neck but she was quick to step back, evading his kiss.

“Sorry master…buy, I am not clean” She explains, hoping he understands.

“Good thing…we’ll bathe together,” He said and pulled her into the bathroom, switching the shower on.

She was still dressed in the navy blue sequin dress, with her hair still tied in an Arianna ponytail.

The warm water came hitting her body, drenching her completely.

“No part of your body will go unwashed, that I will make sure of,” he said in a promising tone, sliding his hands under her dress. She shivers in response, biting in her lips.

She felt him stripping her off her lingerie, sliding it down her thighs.

His large palms circle her back, opening on her zip. Because the dress was wet and tight, it didn’t slide down her body, it stayed as fitting as ever.

He trails on her left arm reaching out for the handle and pulls it down. His movement was soft and slow as if testing her level of tolerance.

In one swift move, she was left nude before him.

The feel of his warm lips on her cleavage sends shivers down her spine, as she gasps in air, trying to keep her cool. Her hands tightly squeeze on the wall, and her eyes shut close.

She felt him moving upward, to her neck then her lips, as he sucked on it like his favorite sweet. He bites on her lips silently ordering her to give him full access which she did.

His hands travel to the back of her head, pulling off the hair band as it falls down, splashing water on the already wet floor.

His hands trail down her body as if trying to figure out her body curves.

She moans in response, aching her body forward giving him full access.