Billionaire's Rebound: A story of Healing and Love.

Ethan’s pov

The elevator felt like it took forever. My heart was already beating fast when the doors opened to shiny marble floors, a hallway with strange arts, and a heavy silence. I almost went back.

Almost.

But the text was clear: *Come to the top floor and be on time*

So, I stepped out, my cheap shoes making little clicks, and my hands sweaty. I had never been in a building like this, especially not Alexander Veyron’s penthouse. Everyone whispered his name with fear and envy because he was a billionaire with lots of power and scandal.

The elevator’s door opened, and I froze. Huge windows showed a city skyline with gold colors. The city looked endless, with lights like stars but the man in front of the view was what had my attention.

Alexander didn’t turn at first, he stood still like a statue, with his hands behind his back. His suit looked good on his wide shoulders. Just seeing his back made me feel out of breathe. He seemed controlled and dangerous.

He finally turned, and his eyes locked on me. My breath caught……..The man was even more gorgeous in person.

“You’re late.” His voice was smooth but hard, a tone that meant no arguments.

I swallowed. “Security downstairs…”

“I don’t like excuses.” He looked me up and down like I was something he was buying and smirked. “You came, that’s what matters.”

I felt my face getting hot with the way he was looking at me.

“I almost didn’t.”

He stepped closer to me. He smelled so good, like expensive cologne mixed with smoke, and something sinful. His hand went to my face, his fingers glazing my jaw. It shouldn’t have made my knees weak, but it did.

“You were always going to come,” his voice was barely a whisper, his thumb rubbed on my lip. “The question is… how many times tonight?”

I gasped, goose bumps appeared on my arm. My body almost leaned towards him, wanting his touch, even though my mind was screaming danger.

“I don’t mess around,” I said.

His smile got sharper. “I don’t either. I like… being in charge.”

His words made me shake. My heart beat fast as his hand moved from my jaw to my throat, not squeezing, but there to remind me he had the power.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “And you can leave right now, but if you stay…” He squeezed my throat, showing he was in charge. “ then you belong to me tonight.”

My throat went dry. I should go, I really should but when he pulled on my tie, taking it off fast, the sound of silk made me excited.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.

“You’re exactly where you should be.”

His mouth was suddenly on mine, his mouth hot and rough. He bit my lip and forced my mouth open. I was breathing hard, feeling hot and dominated. This wasn’t a kiss, it was a takeover.

My back hit the cold window, the city behind us didn’t matter compared to what my body was feeling. He pushed his leg between mine, and I moaned without meaning to.

“Good,” he said against my mouth, his hand moving down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt easily. “I like that sound, do it again”.

I didn’t. He pinched my nipple hard, and I moaned anyway.

“There it is,” he sounded happy.

His hands went lower, pulling at my belt and opening it fast. My pants dropped, and the cool air felt good on my hot skin. I shook, feeling both ashamed and aroused, scared and shaking with need.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly, his eyes dark with arousal. “Are you scared of me?”

“Yes.”

He grinned wickedly. “Good, fear makes desire stronger.”

He pushed me down until I was on my knees on the glass floor, looking up at him. He looked like a god in his suit, standing over the city. He grabbed my hair, holding me still.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “So perfect.”

I got harder against my underwear and I moved, showing my impatience. He smiled.

“Beg.”

I almost said no because I was proud but I felt so hot, and my body ached begging for release.

“Please,” the word trembled out of me.

“Please what?” He pulled harder on my hair.

“Please… use me.”

His eyes glowed, he opened his belt with one hand, unzipping slowly. I gasped as he got himself out, big and hard, close to my mouth.

“You’ll take all of me. You’ll choke on me and when you can’t breathe, you’ll remember that pleasure belongs to me not you.”

I opened my lips more, anticipating, my body completely out of my control.

He pushed forward, and I gagged as he filled my mouth, stretching my throat. He held my hair, controlling how fast it happened. My nails dug into the window to keep me steady, my eyes watering, and I felt hot waves of shame and strong arousal.

“That’s it,” he moaned, his voice rough, his head thrown back as he fucked my mouth harder and harder. “Take me, take it all.”

My body was on fire, my dick was leaking and my mind was gone. Every push was a command, every gag was a reminder that I had given up.

When he pulled me off, my lips were swollen, and my chin was wet. I gasped for air, shaking and ruined.

He bent down, lifting my face with two fingers.

“You look like you’re already giving in,” he whispered, brushing my lips with his. “And I’ve barely started.”

My heart pounded. I knew I should run but when he kissed me again, his mouth hungry and rough, I kissed him back. This wasn’t a game, It was a deal made with sweat, control, and desire.

And me? I had already signed it with my body.