bChapter /bb122 /b

    Olivia

    Iarched my back as his thumb continued working my clit while his fingers pumped s

    “You like that? Like my fingers inside you?”

    “Yes,” 1 hissed, rocking against his hand. “But I want more.”

    “Greedy girl. Always wanting more.”

    adily. “Oh god, right there.”

    “Can you me me?” I reached behind, finding his cock hard and ready. I stroked got this to offer?”

    under the water, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. “When you’ve

    “Fuck, Liv,” he groaned as I ran my thumb over ihi /i

    sensitive tip. “Keep that up,

    and we

    up him ou

    make it to the bedroom.”

    I straddled hisp, his cock pressing against my entrance. “Why

    “Who says we need to?” I turned in the tub, water cascading around us as I faced him. wait?”

    His hands gripped my hips, holding me just above where I wanted to be. “Because I want to fuck you properly. On our bed.”

    I leaned forward to kiss him again, slower this time, my breasts pressing against his chest. “Then what are we waiting for?”

    We barely dried off before Alexander carried me to the bedroom, my legs wrapped around his waist. He tossed me onto the massive bed with a yful growl, following me down and capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that left me breathless.

    “Turn over,” hemanded. “Hands and knees.”

    Iplied eagerly, positioning myself as ordered. Alexander’s hands smoothed over my ass, kneading the flesh appreciatively.

    “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, spreading me open. “Look at this pretty pink pussy, all wet and ready for my cock.”

    I felt the blunt head of his erection pressing against me, teasing my entrance. He wore a condom, teasingly rubbing against my folds without entering.

    “Please fuck me,” I begged, pushing back against him. “I need you inside me.”

    He thrust forward, filling mepletely in one powerful movement.

    “Fuck!” I cried out, clutching the sheets as he stretched med

    deliciously. “Oh god, you’re so big.”

    Alexander set a punishing pace, his hips pping against my ass with each thrust. One hand gripped my hip while the other tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to isend /isparks of pleasure–pain down my ispine/i.

    “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he growled, pounding into me. “My cock deep in your tight pussy?”

    “Yes,” I gasped, meeting his thrusts as best I could. “Harder, please.”

    He obligedb, /bincreasing his pace until the headboard mmed against the wall with each thrust. His hand moved from my hip to reach around and find my clit, rubbing in time with his movements.

    “You’re going toe for me,” he ordered, his fingers working magic on my sensitive bundle of nerves. “Come on my cock, Liv.b” /b

    It didn’t take long before I was crying out, my inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Alexander bdidn’t /bslow bhis /bbpace/bb, /bfucking me through my orgasm until I was trembling beneath him.

    “Not done with you yet,” he warned, withdrawing suddenly and flipping me onto my backb, /b

    He pushed my legs apart, positioning himself between them before driving back into me with a force that had me seeing stars. His thumb found my cut again, circling it relentlessly as he maintained his brutal pace.

    “Look at me,” he demanded, and I forced my eyes open to meet his intense gaze. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

    “Alex, I can’t it’s too much-

    “You can and you will,” he insisted, adjusting his angle to hit that perfect spot inside me. “Give me another one. Now.”

    My second orgasm hit me like a freight train, tearing a scream from my throat as my body convulsed around him. Alexander finally let himself go, his rhythm faltering as he reached his own climax with a deep, primal groan.

    He copsed beside me, both of us breathing heavily as we came down from our high.

    Alexander turned his head to look at me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Wee home, Mrs. Carter.”

    I woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the sound of Alexander on the phone in the bathroom. His voice was all business, a stark contrast to the dirty things he’d whispered in my ear just hours before.

    The sheets felt luxurious against my naked skin as I stretched, wincing slightly at the pleasant soreness between my legs. A nce at the clock told me it was already past nine.

    Alexander emerged from the bathroom, already dressed in tailored cks and a button–down shirt. “Morning, sleepyhead. The movers will be at your apartment in an hour.”

    “Shit, really?” I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. “I need to get ready.”

    “Coffee’s on the nightstand,” he said, nodding to a steaming mug. “I have meetings all morning, but I’ve arranged for a car to take you to your apartment.”

    “You’re noting?” I tried not to sound disappointed.

    “Can’t. Board meeting at eleven.” He leaned down to kiss me briefly. “Alfred will help coordinate everything here. Your stuff should be arriving around

    one.”

    елови

    “Thank iyou/i,” I said, taking a sip of the perfectly prepared coffee. “For arranging everything.”

    “My pleasure.” His eyes darkened as they swept over me. “Though not nearly as much pleasure asst night.”

    I felt my cheeks heat. “Go to your meeting before I drag you back to bed.”

    “Don’t tempt me,” he warned with a grin before heading for the door. “See you tonight.”

    The car dropped me off at my apartment just as the movers were arriving. It was strange watching strangers pack up my life, boxing everything with efficient precision.

    By noon, my apartment looked eerily empty, and the spaces where my furniture had been were now just indentations in the carpet. I did one final sweep, checking closets and cabs for anything forgotten, before handing over my keys to thendlord.

    The drive ito /imy parents‘ house was short. Mom was thrilled to see me, though less excited about the old furniture and books I was dropping off.

    “iYou /icouldn’t just buy new stuff?” she asked, eyeing my weathered bookshelf with disapproval.

    “These have sentimental value,” Lexined, helping Dad carry a box of college textbooks bto /bthe garage.

    “Your new husband doesn’t want your ratty old furniture in his fancy house,b” /bbDad /bobserved with btypical /bbluntness.

    “Our house,” I corrected automatically. “And some of it just doesn’t bfit /bthe aesthetic.”

    Dad snorted. “Aesthetic. Listen to you, all fancy now that you’ve married a billionaire”

    “I’m still me, Dad,” I said, feeling defensive.

    He patted my shoulder. “I know, kiddo. Just teasing.”

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