I Became the Billionaire's Fake Lover to Get My Revenge
Chapter 92: Oil On Fire

Chapter 92: Oil On Fire

Anna swallowed dryly, her eyes darting across William’s face, taking in every detail—the sharp lines of his jaw, the smoldering intensity in his gaze.

Moments like this always left her suspended in a delicate balance between fear and awe.

When he spoke with that overwhelming, unapologetic possessiveness, he could make her tremble with nothing but his words. He had a way of igniting something inside her, of setting her ablaze with just a look, a sentence. And how she wished she possessed that same kind of power—effortless, magnetic, untamed. She longed to be just as bold, just as free.

"Again," William said, his voice a low command as he slid his arms around her. He lifted her effortlessly from the armchair, holding her tight against his chest. "What are you thinking about that’s making you frown like that?"

"I was thinking..." Anna began hesitantly, her voice trailing off as heat rushed to her cheeks. "How I wish I were more charming. More... seductive."

"You’re already far too seductive," William replied with a wicked grin, gently lowering her onto the bed. He hovered above her, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief as his lips curled. "Don’t you realize I’d be able to leave you alone otherwise?"

"You’re a silver-tongued devil, Will," she murmured, turning her face away just as his warm lips began trailing kisses along the curve of her neck.

"I don’t think my tongue has ever been a problem," he teased.

Anna let out an embarrassed groan, quickly covering his mouth with both hands. "Stop it," she said, but the laugh bubbling from her throat betrayed her.

William grazed his teeth playfully against her fingers, making Anna flinch and withdraw her hand with a small gasp. He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and leaned in closer until his breath warmed her skin.

"You keep tearing yourself down," he whispered, his voice low and intimate, "but I don’t see a single flaw in you, Anna. You’re not perfect—and that’s exactly what makes you so irresistible. There’s something about your natural charm, your quiet innocence... it drives me insane. You are more than enough for me."

Anna’s breath hitched as his lips brushed hers, then trailed down the curve of her chin to her neck in slow, deliberate kisses. She stifled a moan—not because of his touch, but because of his words. It was always his words that made her unravel the fastest.

"But all of this," she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely audible, "all of this... is something you made."

William chuckled softly, his lips still grazing her skin like a caress. "Whenever I look at you, I just see you. Whether your hair is blond or dark, your eyes blue or grey—it doesn’t matter. You could change your appearance a hundred times, and I’d still see the same Anna Adler. The same woman who’s been driving me out of my mind from the moment we met."

For a moment, Anna felt tears prickling behind her eyes. She didn’t want to believe this was just another well-crafted seduction, another carefully placed string of words meant to disarm her.

She wanted to believe that someone—this someone—could truly desire her with such raw, unfiltered intensity. Not for what she had become, not for the persona she’d crafted out of vengeance, but for the woman she had always been.

And maybe, just maybe... she could believe it.

"I want to..." she breathed out, her voice trembling with emotion. William paused, lifting his head so their eyes could meet again, dark and searching.

"I want you to show me how much you want me," she said, barely more than a whisper. "And I want to show you... how much I want this too."

She didn’t know where the sudden courage had come from. All she knew was that it was real.

She wanted to surrender completely—wanted to be at his mercy, wrapped entirely in his grasp. She longed to see what he would do if she let her guard fall in a moment like this, if she allowed his instincts to take control and guide his actions without restraint.

For the first time, it felt different. Unlike the past, tonight, there was no imbalance. No hidden power games. She felt as though they were finally standing on equal ground, sharing the same hunger, the same need.

"Are you sure?" William’s voice was low and hoarse, having already read the answer in her eyes. His own brown gaze darkened with desire, flickering like flames fanned by wind.

Anna’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t answer with words—she didn’t need to. Instead, she simply nodded, her body softening within his embrace as she gave herself over to him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, as though afraid she might change her mind, William reached for the silk belt threaded through the loops of her nightgown. In one fluid motion, he slipped it free and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them gently but firmly to the cool, gold-coated bars of the bed’s headrest.

Anna flinched, her breath hitching at the sensation of being restrained. The sudden awareness that her upper body was now trapped sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins. And yet, instead of fear, all she felt was an intoxicating thrill. With William, she was safe—utterly and unquestionably safe.

As he finished tying the knot, she tried to lift her head, her lips reaching for his in a silent plea. But her restraints made it impossible. All she managed was a slow arch of her chest and neck, her body curving toward him in a movement that was unconsciously seductive.

William’s eyes lit up again, a glint of hunger sparking in his gaze as his tongue swept across his lower lip, slow and deliberate.

Keeping his right hand wrapped around her bound wrists, he leaned in close—so close she could feel the heat of his breath against her mouth. His lips hovered just out of reach as he whispered, voice low and teasing, "When you twist your body like that... what is it you want, Anna?"

Anna hesitated, her gaze dropping from the man’s teasing, all-too-knowing grin. Her cheeks burned, and for a moment, silence hovered between them. Then, with a trembling exhale, she let out a soft moan and whispered, "I want to do it with you... I want you to put it inside me."

The moment the words left her lips, shame crashed over her like a wave.

Her breath caught as mortification bloomed in her chest. She bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes, wishing she could disappear. Why did she always sound so awkward? So clumsy?

She longed to be bold—to be seductive and unapologetically honest with her desires. She wished she could wield her words like a weapon the way William did, lacing every syllable with heat and confidence. But she didn’t have his effortless allure, his charm that could disarm anyone in a single glance or breathless phrase.

And yet, William looked anything but disappointed.

In fact, his lips curved into a brief, dangerous smile, the kind that made her stomach flutter and her skin flush even deeper. His dark eyes traced the line of her body, slowly and reverently, as if drinking her in—each inch, each breath, each flicker of vulnerability.

A dozen reckless, hungry thoughts tore through his mind, tempting him to lose control. But he clenched his jaw, reigning them in with visible effort. Still, the strain in his voice was unmistakable when he finally spoke, his tone low and rough like gravel dragged through honey.

"You really don’t get it, do you?" he murmured, leaning just close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body. "When you’re like this... so open, so defenseless in front of me... Every word out of your mouth—it’s like you’re deliberately pouring oil on the fire, Anna."

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