Bull: A Steamy Billionaire Romance Novel by Zoe Davis Page B

legs at the knees and I felt his cock
growing in my pussy.  He pumped in and out as he leaned over me and bit my
bottom lip hard. 
     
    He placed a hand on my tit and
another on the side of my face and kissed me.  His lips pressed a little softer
this time, and I could tell he was losing steam.  His rhythm slowed and soon he
laid still on top of me.
     
    His passion waned and I felt
his hands tremble.  He pulled off my lips and in his eyes, I couldn’t see past
my own reflection.  I looked strong despite my reddened face and I didn’t see a
trace of fear or nervousness.  I surveyed my body to find it still while Ethan
shook against me.  His eyes were uncertain and terrified.
     
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    I saw a dark trench in him,
where he hid the things he couldn’t say.  He was at war with himself, and I had
been witness to the bombs going off.  I gathered every ounce of strength in me
and dared myself to speak.
     
    “I love you,” I finally professed
only to be met with rage.
     
    “Don’t you dare say that,” he
commanded, but I saw concern on his face more than anger.  Then it hit me.
     
    “I don’t believe you killed
your wife,” I said in a soft whisper.  I wasn’t sure if I had hit the right target
but it’s all I could think of. 
     
    “I did.  I fucking did.”  His
eyes burned red and his grip strengthened.
     
    “I don’t believe you-“ I
repeated, fighting back for the first time.
     
    Ethan leapt off me and started
getting dressed, tossing my clothes to me.  I expected him to run or tell me to
go, but he just stood there, staring at the floor.
     
    “If it weren’t for me, she’d
still be alive,” he exhaled the words out.  “She killed herself because of me;
because of what I turned into.”
     
    I let him have silence and
didn’t respond, but I watched him closely.  His gaze lingered on the floor for
a few minutes before he picked his head up to face me.
     
    “Heading this company changed
our lives forever.  I was convinced it’d be a good thing but she couldn’t
handle the lifestyle or what it was doing to me.  She tried to tell me-“ he
choked on his words and let a tear roll down his cheek.
     
    He told me about his young
ambition.  His childhood was a struggle and he refused to be poor.  He paced
the floor and described his past.  He saw an opportunity and built his company
from the ground up.  He described the obstacles and the long nights, and then
he mentioned his wife.
     
    “She was the most beautiful
woman I’d ever seen,” he said in a way that stopped my heart.  Jealousy filled
me and I found myself wishing he had said that about me.  He told me how he’d
won her heart and how they shared in the excitement of his company’s success.
     
    She had been supportive, he
explained, until they had had more than enough money and he participated in
some questionable practices.  They saw less of each other as the days went on
and she accused him of being heartless and greedy.
     
    The fighting worsened and they
would go days at a time without talking.  She threatened to leave him but he fought
back with threats of taking everything she had if they divorced.  She was
miserable and trapped.
     
    “And I trapped her there,” he
confessed.  “I only gave her one way out.”
     
    I couldn’t stand it any longer.
 I jumped from the bed and ran to him, wrapping my arms around his neck,
kissing his cheek.
     
    “It wasn’t your fault,” I
whispered and watched him break like glass.  I watched a flood being held back,
a volcano ready to erupt.  He was crying and furious about it.  I repeated
myself and felt him finally relax against me, exhaling in short bursts.
     
    I moved him to the bed and held
his head against my chest, stroking through his thick black hair.  I thought of
Jared and wondered if he had even left the car.  I wanted to see his face more
than ever.
     
    Ethan lifted his head, pulled
on my chin with his hand, and kissed me.  It was tender