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Page 113 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

The door hasn’t even shut when he throws me on the couch and follows me down, his delicious weight pressing on me. I don’t get anxiety from being beneath him.

I suppose it’s because I actually feel something now, unlike before with the other men. Which is convenient, since Ethan puts me in this position a lot.

“So,” he whispers, “you love me back, huh?”

“Do not even dare, Harvard. I haven’t forgotten about the termites. Are you fucking kidding me? You eat raw termites!”

“Hey.” He laughs. “You make it sound like a personality disorder! People eat them, it’s a source of animal protein, a delicacy even.”

“How is it not a trigger for you? You lose your shit with a cluttered room and torn packaging, yet you can go camping and eat bugs?”

“The mind is a wonderful thing. I’m not completely incapacitated by my issues. I can still do some things,” he says. Then, he looks into my eyes. “You love me. Say it.”

“And what the hell is it with… blondes?” I spit out the last part like I’ve tasted something bad.

He laughs again. “You should see your face. It was a juvenile thing, I was maybe twenty or so. I was such a late entrant into girls and sex because I was too busy trying to not have my skin crawl at everything. I couldn’t imagine someone touching me or exchanging body fluids so I just rebuffed all the attention I got from girls and drowned myself in computers and videogames."

“Until one night, I was walking to the dorm, and a car almost hit this girl on a bicycle. She swerved and ran into a tree. She was hurt, and the car drove off.”

“Clarissa?” I ask.

“Yeah. She was stunned and disorientated. I couldn’t leave her, so I carried her to the clinic and stayed with her. And once she got better, we became friends.”

"Friends huh" I scoff. "Did you sleep with—”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Why do you have to sound so fucking smug about that!” I shove at him.

“How was I supposed to sound?”

“I dunno, hesitate. Then, admit it with a bit of regret, not freaking leap on the question like, ‘Oh, I’m so super excited to announce I slept with fucking Clarissa.’”

He bursts out laughing once more. “God, I love it when you get all insanely jealous!”

“Whatever.”

“I’m not sorry I slept with her. It was a breakthrough moment, babe. I was over the moon to discover that I could, in fact, be intimate with a woman.”

“So, you became obsessed with proving that you could. Only, you kept it limited to blondes.”

“In a nutshell, yes,” he answers.

“You’re really annoying me right now.” It’s ludicrous that I’m jealous and annoyed, given he’s being so open about this part of his past. I couldn’t even begin to tell him about mine.

“Babe, that was ages ago. You’ve got me now. All of me,” he reassures me.

“Do I?”

“You fucking do, Siobhán. As much as you want. For as long as you want. I'm yours.”

I love when he calls me Siobhán. He only does it when it’s just us. “I like the sound of that.”

“Now, tell me what I want to hear,” he orders.

“No. I’m feeling shy,” I respond.

He scoffs. “You won't be shy when you scream it as you come on my cock. You’ll even spook the horses in the stables.”




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