Chapter 6: Cracks in the Armor

**Chapter 7: Cracks in the Armor**

Emma woke to the feeling of a warm, hard body pressed against her back. Alexander’s arm was draped possessively over her waist, his morning erection nestled between her ass cheeks. Sunlight streamed through the windows, reminding her that another day of this twisted contract had begun.

She tried to slip out of bed, but his grip tightened.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His deep voice was rough with sleep and lust.

“I need a shower,” she whispered.

“You’ll shower after I’m done with you.” He rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs, spreading them wide. His grey eyes burned into hers as he rubbed his thick cock along her slick folds. “Still so wet for me. Even after everything I did to you last night.”

Emma bit her lip, fighting the moan threatening to escape. “Alexander… I’m sore.”

“Good.” He pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. “I like knowing my cock is the only one this tight pussy has ever taken.”

He started thrusting, deep and steady, hands pinning her wrists beside her head. Emma’s back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest. Every stroke hit that perfect spot inside her, making her toes curl.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” she gasped, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Alexander’s lips curved into a dark smile. He released her wrists and hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half as he pounded harder. The wet slap of skin filled the room.

“That’s right. Tell me how much you love my cock wrecking your cunt.”

Emma’s face burned with humiliation and desire. “I… I love it. Harder—please.”

He gave her what she begged for, slamming into her with ruthless force. His balls slapped against her ass as he drove deeper. One hand slid between them, rubbing her clit in fast circles.

“Come for me, baby. Squeeze my dick.”

Emma shattered, crying out his name as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice. Alexander groaned and buried himself deep, flooding her with hot cum once again.

They stayed locked together for several minutes, breathing heavily. Finally, he pulled out and watched his seed drip from her swollen pussy.

“Shower. Then breakfast. We’re flying to Paris this afternoon for a business meeting.”

“Paris?” Emma sat up, wincing at the delicious ache between her legs.

“You’re coming with me. I need my wife on my arm.” His tone left no room for argument. “And in my bed every night.”

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Later that day, the private jet soared over the Atlantic. Emma sat across from Alexander in a plush leather seat, wearing a short designer skirt and blouse he’d selected. No panties, of course.

He worked on his laptop, but his eyes kept drifting to her legs. “Come here.”

She walked over and he pulled her onto his lap, facing him. His hands slid under her skirt, gripping her bare ass.

“Ride me,” he commanded. “Slowly. I want to feel every inch.”

Emma unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock. She lowered herself onto him, gasping as he stretched her sore pussy again. She rocked her hips in a slow rhythm, grinding against him while the jet hummed around them.

Alexander leaned back, watching her with hooded eyes. “Look at you. Fucking yourself on my cock thirty thousand feet in the air. Such a dirty little contract wife.”

He gripped her hips and started thrusting up into her, faster and harder. Emma moaned loudly, not caring if the pilot could hear. She rode him desperately, chasing another orgasm.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

Her fingers found her clit, rubbing furiously as he fucked her from below. She came hard, burying her face in his neck to muffle her screams. Alexander followed, pumping her full again.

Afterward, he kept her on his lap, cock still inside her as they flew toward Paris. His hand stroked her back almost tenderly.

“Why me?” Emma whispered against his skin. “You could have chosen anyone for this contract.”

Alexander was quiet for a long moment. “Because you’re real. Innocent but fiery. You fight me… and then you melt. It’s addictive.”

Emma’s heart twisted. This wasn’t supposed to feel real. It was just sex and money. But as the City of Light appeared below them, she feared she was already in too deep.

That night in the luxurious Paris hotel suite, Alexander took her again and again—against the window overlooking the Eiffel Tower, in the massive bathtub, and finally in the bed where he tied her up once more and made her beg for hours.

By the time she fell asleep in his arms, Emma realized the scariest truth of all: she no longer knew if she wanted the year to end.