Chapter 11: Meeting the Mother

Emma’s heart hammered as the sleek black car pulled up to the hospital. Alexander sat beside her, looking impeccable in a charcoal suit, one hand resting possessively on her thigh. The extension had been signed two days ago, and he had spent nearly every waking hour reminding her exactly what that meant—fucking her on every surface of the mansion until she could barely walk straight.

“Relax,” he said, voice low and commanding. “We’re playing the perfect couple today.”

Emma nodded, but her stomach twisted. Her mother had no idea about the contract. To her, Alexander was the loving husband who had swept in and saved their lives.

Her mother’s face lit up when they entered the private suite. “Emma! And this must be the famous Alexander.”

Alexander smiled—a rare, charming smile that almost looked real. He shook her hand gently. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Thompson. Emma has told me so much about you.”

They sat and talked for nearly an hour. Alexander was surprisingly attentive, asking about her treatment and even cracking a few dry jokes that made her mother laugh. Emma watched in quiet shock as the ruthless billionaire played the role of devoted husband flawlessly.

When her mother pulled her aside for a private moment, she squeezed Emma’s hand. “He looks at you like you’re his whole world, sweetheart. I’m so happy for you.”

Emma forced a smile, throat tight. “He’s… intense. But good to me.”

Intense was an understatement. The moment they were back in the car, Alexander’s hand slid up her skirt.

“No panties again. Good girl.” He pushed two fingers into her already wet pussy. “You were such a perfect little actress in there. Now it’s time to reward you.”

He fucked her with his fingers the entire ride home, bringing her to the edge but never letting her come. By the time they reached the mansion, Emma was a dripping, desperate mess.

The second the front door closed, he had her against it. He dropped to his knees, threw one of her legs over his shoulder, and ate her pussy like a starving man. His tongue and fingers worked her until she came hard, screaming his name as she gushed on his face.

Alexander stood, spun her around, and slammed his thick cock into her from behind.

“Fuck—yes!” Emma cried, pushing back to take him deeper.

He railed her hard against the door, one hand around her throat, the other rubbing her clit. “Your mother thinks I’m a hero. If only she knew I spend my nights wrecking her daughter’s tight cunt.”

His dirty words sent her spiraling. She came again, walls clenching around him. Alexander groaned and filled her with another hot load.

But he kept fucking her, carrying her to the living room couch without pulling out. He sat down with her on his lap and made her ride him reverse cowgirl, spanking her ass red while she bounced on his cock.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Taking every inch like the greedy slut you are. Signed away another year just so I can keep using this pussy.”

“Yes—use me,” she moaned, grinding down harder. “I’m yours.”

He reached around and pressed a finger into her ass again, stretching her while his cock destroyed her pussy. The overwhelming fullness made her come violently a third time.

Alexander finally let go, pumping her full once more before pulling her down beside him on the couch.

They lay there panting, his cum leaking out of her onto the expensive leather.

“You’re dangerous, Emma,” he said quietly, stroking her hair. “Making me want things I shouldn’t.”

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed. “Like what?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed her deeply—slow and possessive.

Later that night, after another long session in the bedroom where he tied her up and fucked her senseless with both his cock and a thick dildo, Alexander held her close in the dark.

“The charity ball next month is important,” he murmured. “There will be people there who want to see me fail. I need you by my side… and completely obedient.”

Emma traced patterns on his chest. “I’ll play the part. But don’t forget—I signed for the money and my mother. Not because I’m broken.”

Alexander chuckled darkly and rolled on top of her again, already hard. “No. You’re not broken. You’re mine. And I think I’m starting to like it that way.”

He slid back inside her slowly, making love to her this time—deep, sensual strokes that had her moaning softly into his mouth.

As another orgasm built, Emma realized the terrifying truth.

The contract wasn’t just about survival anymore.

She was falling in love with the devil.