Her Tiger Billionaire (Supernatural Billionaire Mates 2)

Sven hunched down and braced his arms next to her head. He kissed her long. “The thing I told you about…” he began.

“Yes?”

“Here we go.”

She didn’t know what it was at first, but it felt like an electric jolt burst out from inside her. Then she realized it was Sven’s cock. It pricked the walls of her vagina like a thousand needles. After a flash of pain, an insane lust seized her and wouldn’t let go. She needed Sven to fuck her hard and now. “W-what is that?” she breathed out, fighting the urge to scratch him and hump him herself.

“It’s the barbs. Penile spines.” Sven looked as if he was having a hard time controlling himself. “When you’re nearing your ovulation time, my feline part wants to let loose. The barbs—all feline males have it—it’s a…” He gulped hard. Perspiration beaded his temples. “It pricks your vaginal walls and delivers special hormones to induce ovulation. At least. Uhm. What I know of big cats. Of course, human female reproduction doesn’t work like a female feline. I…”

“Fuck me.” Annalise plastered a hard kiss on his lips. “I feel so hot. That thing makes me so hot. Fuck me.”

“Fuck.” Sven seemed more than happy to oblige. He slammed into her and fucked her like a demented man.

Annalise gasped and clung to him as he rained slam upon slam of battering fucks. She could feel the barbs a few times, and it was always followed by the nerve-wrecking need to be fucked, to be claimed and mastered until he was sated.

Sven let out a roar as he frenzied with his thrusts.

She cried out as immense pleasure gathered like a storm. He muffled her mouth with rough kisses as he slammed his cock into her pussy in jackhammering fucks. Every nerve in her body felt like live wires ready to short-circuit. Her muscles tensed as he nailed her over and over on the floor until bright fireworks exploded before her eyes. “Sven!”

He kept fucking her as her body convulsed, until he growled and came. He jerked and spurted spasm after spasm of his seed into her. When it was over, he gently withdrew and checked her pussy. “Are you all right?”

She was still under the spell of whatever hormone he had secreted. It was pleasantly dizzying, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her orgasm was sharper and longer and mind-blowing. “Wow,” she said absentmindedly. “That was… wow.”

“You seem fine,” he said, relieved. “Thank God.”

“Does this happen a lot?”

“The barbs? No. I always stayed away from my past partners during their…” He made a wild gesture. “You know what I mean.”

“Their loss, my gain. I love that wild part of you.”

Sven stared at her intensely. “Thank you, sweet. For accepting me for who I am.”

“Although I’m still hot. When is it going to be over?”

“I truly don’t know.”

“Well, then.” Annalise straddled him. “You made me like this. What are you going to do about it?”

Sven smiled wickedly. “There’s only one way to find out.”

Six

Annalise straightened the stack of papers in front of her to take home to Sven. Her had heart lightened ever since the revelation. Sven had told her everything. About the forced buyout of Dune Industry and his plan to start a family. She was secretly relieved that Sven didn’t intend to keep her as the chairman forever. Once the buyout and housecleaning was complete, he was going to hire somebody qualified as her replacement. She felt awkward coming every day as Sven’s mouthpiece. Mostly because Cécile was constantly on her case. Annalise was more than aware that she was an outsider, and she wasn’t a brainiac like everyone else, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t feel Cécile’s insults. She had more than her fair share of handling cranky customers at the diner, but Cécile was a totally unreasonable woman.

Annalise suspected that Cécile never got over Sven, and part of her bullying was because of Sven’s marriage. Annalise felt guilty at first. Sven was nice to her, and she got the job that Cécile had been coveting for so long. She wished she and Cécile could be friends. Cécile was smart, very pretty and stylish. She was a tall, slim blonde woman.. She had a British accent that complemented her whole persona. Whenever Cécile entered the room, she stole attention from every person.

Her guilt was quickly turned into disdain by Cécile’s constant verbal abuse. Some of Cécile’s cronies started treating her the same way. Annalise sometimes wondered if they ever realized she had the power to can their asses. Not that she intended to take away someone’s livelihood. She knew how hard it was to be without a good paying job out there. She only wished she wasn’t treated like a doormat.

But now, not even Cécile’s snide comments could dampen her spirit. Robby was getting better every day, and Sven had promised to take her on a dream honeymoon. Annalise had a lot to look forward to.

She copied the emails in her inbox and forwarded them to Sven. She only needed to collect the memo and she’d be done for the day.

Her door suddenly burst open and Cécile barged in.

Annalise groaned. Lately, that woman was perpetually on PMS mode.

“You bitch!”