Chapter 7: Paris Flames

The luxurious suite at the Shangri-La Hotel overlooked the glittering Eiffel Tower, but Emma barely noticed the view. Her body still hummed from the plane ride and the endless nights of Alexander’s possession. Paris was supposed to be romantic, but with Alexander Black, it was another battlefield of power and raw lust.

They had just returned from a tense business dinner. Alexander’s meeting with French investors had gone well, but Marcus Vale had appeared unexpectedly as a rival bidder. The same man from the gala. Emma had smiled politely at him again, mostly to test Alexander’s limits.

Now, back in the suite, the door had barely closed before Alexander had her pinned against the wall.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he growled, yanking her dress up and ripping her lace panties off in one brutal motion. “Smiling at that bastard right in front of me.”

His fingers plunged into her already soaked pussy, pumping roughly. Emma moaned, her back arching.

“I was just being polite,” she breathed, but her hips rocked against his hand. “Unlike you, who looks like he wants to murder someone.”

Alexander spun her around, pressing her breasts against the cool glass overlooking Paris. He freed his thick cock and slammed into her from behind in one savage thrust.

“Fuck!” Emma cried out, the city lights blurring as he pounded her hard. The risk of someone seeing them through the window only made it filthier.

“This pussy is mine,” he snarled, spanking her ass sharply with every deep stroke. “Say it louder.”

“It’s yours—only yours!” she moaned, pushing back to meet his brutal rhythm. The sound of his balls slapping against her wet flesh echoed in the opulent room.

He reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while choking her lightly with his other hand. “You’re dripping down my cock like a desperate whore. Come for me. Now.”

Emma shattered, screaming his name as her orgasm crashed over her. Her walls clenched tightly around him. Alexander roared and emptied himself deep inside her, flooding her with thick ropes of hot cum.

But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, spun her around, and dropped to his knees. His mouth attacked her sensitive pussy, tongue lapping at their mixed juices while two fingers fucked her relentlessly.

“Oh god—Alexander—too much!” she whimpered, hands gripping his hair. Another orgasm ripped through her within minutes, leaving her legs shaking.

He stood, lifting her easily and carrying her to the king-sized bed. He tied her wrists to the headboard again with his silk tie, spreading her legs wide.

“Look at this messy cunt,” he murmured, pushing three fingers inside her cum-filled hole. “Leaking my seed like a good little breeding slut.”

Emma’s face burned, but her body betrayed her, hips lifting for more. “Please… I need you inside me again.”

Alexander smirked and climbed on top of her. He fucked her slow and deep this time, grinding against her clit with every thrust. His mouth claimed hers in a possessive kiss, tongue dominating as his cock dominated her pussy.

“You’re dangerous, Emma,” he whispered against her lips between thrusts. “Making me feel things I shouldn’t.”

She met his grey eyes, fiery spirit shining through. “Good. Maybe I’ll break you too before this year is over.”

He groaned and fucked her harder, the bed creaking loudly. They came together this time, bodies locked in intense pleasure.

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Hours later, they lay tangled in the sheets. Alexander traced lazy patterns on her bare back. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance.

“Tell me about your mother,” he said quietly.

Emma stiffened. “Why do you care? You paid the bills. That was the deal.”

“I want to know who I bought.” His voice was softer than usual. “The real reason you signed.”

She sighed, turning to face him. “She has cancer. Stage three. The treatments are expensive, and our insurance denied everything. I was working two jobs, barely keeping us afloat. Then your offer came… ten million dollars for one year of my life. How could I say no?”

Alexander’s jaw tightened. For a moment, something like regret flickered in his eyes. “I’m not a good man, Emma. I take what I want. But I keep my promises. Her treatment will continue even after the contract ends.”

Tears stung her eyes. She hated how vulnerable she felt. “And what happens to me after the year?”

He pulled her closer, his large hand cupping her breast possessively. “That’s not part of the contract.”

The next morning, Alexander had another meeting. Emma explored Paris alone for a few hours, but her mind kept drifting back to him. When she returned to the suite, he was waiting.

He had set up a small scene: silk ropes on the bed, a bottle of expensive champagne, and a new toy—a sleek black vibrator.

“Strip,” he commanded.

Emma obeyed, heart racing with anticipation and nerves. He tied her on all fours this time, ass raised high. He teased her with the vibrator first, pressing it against her clit until she was begging, then replaced it with his cock.

He fucked her relentlessly in that position, spanking her ass red while the vibrator buzzed against her clit. Emma came so many times she lost count, screaming into the pillows.

Later, he took her in the luxurious bathtub, water sloshing as he thrust up into her from below. “You’re mine, Emma. Body and soul.”

By the time they left Paris two days later, Emma’s body was exhausted but her heart was in turmoil. The ruthless billionaire was cracking her defenses… and she was starting to crack his.

As the jet took off, Alexander pulled her onto his lap again.

“Back home, things get more intense,” he warned, already hardening beneath her. “I have a charity event next week. You’ll be my date… and my dessert in the limo afterward.”

Emma shivered with dark excitement. Eleven months left. She wasn’t sure she’d survive with her heart intact.