Sinful Night with Mr.Billionaire

Third person POV

A balmy night air drifting through the shaded windows with a fragrance of honey suckle and peppermint scents.

Zander glance at his philippe grandmaster chime wrist watch and rose his feet.

"Mr. Montenegro saan ka pupunta? our meeting is not yet over," Atty.Robert Wartskis stop him with a puckering eyebrows.

"Just send that proposal to my secretary Mr.Wartskis. I'm sorry, but I had something important to do."Zander turned slowly to Atty. Wartskis questioning glance then walked over to the french door.

As he went outside he looked up. It had stop raining but the sky was still over cast and a light mist persisted.

Then suddenly the Rolls Royce car suddenly stop in front of him.

"Good evening young master!" His bodyguards said pleasantly to him and opened the car door.

He got into his car and settled himself comfortably for the long drive ahead of him.

"Young master, we are already here." His bodyguard opened the car door wider, inclining his head respectfully.

He swiftly stepped out to the car and reached the front door of his house, he barged inside and strode through the hall across to the living room.

"Is there something wrong?" Zander asked rising his voice.

"The girl in the atheist bar is here young master," one of his body guard answered in a low subdued voice.

"Where is she?"Zander looked at them with a penetrating eyes.

"In your bedroom suit young master."One of his weatherbeaten bodyguard replied.

Zander looked at them with a steadiness for a several seconds, then slowly walk across the bedroom.

"F*ck Lamont! what happened to her?" Zander exclaimed to his head body guard when he saw an irregular and jagged wound laceration on Xyra's wrist and also the ooze pinkish scrapes on her face.

"Sorry young master, but she is really proficient in fighting.She is well skilled in krav maga techniques one of the deadliest martial arts that can easily injure the opponents within a short span of time. We…. we had no choice young master." His head bodyguard explained in a breathless haste.

Taken by surprise Zander look at the mysterious lady he found in a long probing look.

"Get out!"Zander ordered his head bodyguard in an icy contained voice.

"Are you really working on that place?" Zander asked Xyra who was still asleep on his great antique foster bed.

Her face was tranquil, relaxed that gave it such vivacity when she was awake.

'How beautiful she was' he thought.

Zander bent over her, kissed her lightly on the cheek and moved a strand of her hair away from her face.

"Si…..sino ka?" Xyra woke up when she felt a quick light kiss on her cheek.

Her eyelids felt so heavy that she couldn't clearly see the man in front of her.

"Glad you are now awake."A deep baritone voice answered her.

"Mr.Montenegro! ba…bakit ako nandito?" Xyra felt astonished when her vision went back.

She clearly see the mesmeric gaze of Zander and it was filled with strange feelings ones she had hitherto never experienced.

Her throat was constricted and dry, she had a tight reacting strongly to Zander physically and emotionally.

In a way she never had experience in her entire life, not even on her long time crush Sergeant Rey Chavez.

For her, Zander Montenegro was unique that she had never met anyone like him before. He was so masculine,so potent and there was all that charm.

A fatal charm that might throw her off balance.

Xyra averted her head swiftly, broke the eye contact between them and began to tremble.

She ran to the other side of the room clearing her throat but Zander followed her.

"Mr.Montenegro wa.. wag kang lumapit!" there was an inflection on her voice that made him take another step forward.

He bent his face to her and held out his hand towards her body and kissed her seeking for her delicious mouth to open.

Xyra was suddenly trembling in his arms and tried to push him away but she was hardly able to contain herself when their eyes locked and held for the longest moment of the most intense and adoring communion.

Zander stripped all of her clothes and push her towards the bed.

And then, he touched her cheek with his two fingers, moving his tips across her brows,her eyelids, her nose and onto her mouth; slowly he traced the outline of her lips slid them along the elongated line of her lovely throat and move on to fondle her voluptuous breast then slipped further down across her flat stomach until they were finally resting between her thighs.

Zander began to stroke her in a slow motion and with such tenderness.

He watched her intently that made him possessed by such violent desire for her.

His blood sent rushing to his head and began to pound his heart against his ribcage.

He felt the softness of her and continued to increase the stroke until his fingertips came to nestle against the precious core of her.

Zander thought he was going to explode when he widely opened her legs. It looks like an exotic flower unfolding soft lush petals that he wants to savoured every part of it.

Xyra felt tense and tried to close her legs but Zander stopped her and murmured in her ears softly.

"No they are look beautiful, Mi amore."

He held him to her and pushed her legs wider.

He kissed and suck every single inch of her labia majora just like a delicious food he wants to eat every single day.

Instantly, Zander flung off his own clothes and leaned over her satin-smooth breast. He savoured the hard erect nipples with his mouth, first one and then another.

He made her cry out of excitement.

She moaned loudly that unable Zander to contain himself and he moved onto her, took possession of her swiftly, raging with the same kind of molten heat and they became one.

At first Xyra felt extreme pain. It seems like her crotch was all tearing apart inside of her.

But little by little she gently undulate and she intensely heard her voice with a strangled cry in her throat.

Zander thrust deeper, harder and as fast as he could.

He lost himself completely to her.

It sent such thrills surging through him and he moved against her violently and she responded with unbridled ardour, matching him equally and they perfectly found their own rythm.

A rythm that seems like they crested on waves of ecstacy soaring higher and higher like rising up into the timeless light floating into infinity calling their names together.

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Past five o'clock in the morning Zander woke up abruptly wondering why his phone buzzed several times.

Throwing back the sheets, he hurriedly leaped out to his bed and answered the call.

"Young master, we're sorry but the girl in the atheist bar escaped and all of our men who guarded this morning are all injured,"his head bodyguard explained in a shaky voice.

"F*ck! find some information about her and trace her location right now!" He instructed fiercely and morosely stared at the wall with his mind intently fixed on the girl he slept with last night.