Chapter 4: Gala of

The grand ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers and the city’s elite. Emma stood beside Alexander in a sinful red gown that clung to every curve, the slit running high up her thigh. No panties—just like he demanded. Every step reminded her of the cum still leaking from her well-fucked pussy.

Alexander’s hand rested possessively on her lower back, fingers occasionally dipping lower to brush the curve of her ass. “Behave yourself,” he murmured against her ear. “Or I’ll bend you over the nearest table and fuck you in front of all of them.”

Emma shivered, heat pooling between her legs despite the humiliation. She smiled politely at the guests, but inside, her fiery spirit burned. She wasn’t just a toy. Not completely.

Halfway through the evening, a tall, handsome businessman approached—Marcus Vale, one of Alexander’s rivals. His eyes lingered on Emma a second too long.

“Black, you always have the most beautiful dates,” Marcus said with a charming smile. “Care to introduce me?”

Alexander’s grip tightened on her waist. “This is Emma. My wife.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Wife? Congratulations. She looks far too sweet for a devil like you.”

Emma felt a spark of rebellion. She smiled at Marcus, letting her voice turn soft and flirtatious. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet someone who actually smiles.”

Alexander’s eyes flashed with cold fury. He excused them abruptly and dragged her through the crowd toward the private restrooms. The moment the door locked behind them, he shoved her against the wall.

“You think you can flirt with him in front of me?” he snarled, yanking the dress up over her hips. “You’re mine, you little whore.”

His fingers plunged into her soaked pussy, pumping roughly. Emma moaned, biting her lip. “Maybe I like making you jealous.”

“Bad fucking idea.” Alexander spun her around, bent her over the marble sink, and freed his massive cock. He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep.

“Fuck!” Emma cried out, gripping the sink as he railed her hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping wetly filled the luxurious bathroom. He reached around and pinched her clit, making her knees buckle.

“You’re dripping down your thighs in public, taking my cock like a desperate slut,” he growled, spanking her ass red with every thrust. “This pussy only gets fucked by me. Say it.”

“It’s yours—only yours!” she gasped, pushing back against him. The danger of someone hearing them outside made it hotter. Her walls clenched tight around him.

Alexander wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head spin as he pounded deeper. “Come for me. Right now.”

Emma shattered with a choked moan, her orgasm crashing through her so hard her vision blurred. Alexander followed, groaning as he pumped her full of another hot load, claiming her completely.

He pulled out, watching his cum drip down her legs, then used her dress to wipe his cock clean.

“Fix yourself,” he said coldly, zipping up. “And remember who you belong to. Next time you flirt, I’ll fuck your tight little ass instead.”

Emma straightened her dress on trembling legs, cheeks flushed, pussy throbbing. She hated how much she craved his cruelty… and how badly she already needed more.

As they returned to the gala, Alexander’s hand possessive on her thigh under the table, Emma wondered how much longer she could pretend she wasn’t falling for the devil who bought her.