Betrayal

“Ugh…” I muttered in pain. My whole body ached, sore and heavy. I tried to sit up, but I felt a strong arm draped around my waist. Turning slightly, I looked at him his eyes were closed, his lashes long and soft. He looked like an angel, but I knew better. He was a devil in disguise.

I gently pushed his arm off me, trying not to wake him, but he muttered something I couldn’t hear and turned to the other side. My eyes lingered on his arm covered in tattoos. Typical bad boy, I thought as I dragged my sore self into the bathroom, my body aching, especially down there.

My navy blue dress lay crumpled on the floor, my heels apart, and my underwear nowhere to be found. I shook my head in disbelief.

Standing before the mirror, I stared at my bare reflection. Hickeys trailed down my neck, scattered across my skin. Then the memories of last night came rushing back his hands on my body, his touch, my moans, the heat, the way he said those words:

“Didn’t you know you’re here to warm my bed?”

Shock and confusion had filled my head then.

“I was never told that,” I had said, trembling.

“Then take it off.”

“I—I…”

“Weren’t you told the rules?” he’d asked, reminding me of Zita’s warning do whatever he tells you.

“I don’t know what this is about…”

“Don’t tempt me, angel, or I won’t be gentle,” he had growled before crushing his lips against mine, his body pressing into me.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as reality sank in. My best friend had betrayed me. She told me it was a job. I never knew it was this. Was that why the receptionist looked at me that way? Was that why she hesitated on the call?

I touched my lips as flashes from last night replayed in my mind. Shame washed over me. I hadn’t resisted. I didn’t push him away. I let him have me like the whore I was handed to him as. But I’d be a damned liar if I said I didn’t feel something. Like a magnet, he pulled me into his world of dangerous desire. I didn’t even know his name. Last night was nothing but heat, moans, and silence no talking, just raw intimacy.

I reached for my toothbrush, but the bathroom door suddenly swung open. I jumped, startled.

He stepped in and my heart stilled. Water droplets still clung to his dark hair, his muscles flexing as he ran his fingers through it. His lips curved into a smirk, and I caught the hunger in his eyes.

“Going?” he asked, walking toward the shower cubicle as he turned the water on.

I said nothing, just grabbed the toothpaste and rubbed it against the toothbrush.

He walked back to me, his hand reaching out to grab my chin not painfully, but firmly. “Use those pretty lips to talk, baby. When I speak to you, you should know by now I own you.”

“I don’t,” I said, a flicker of boldness sparking inside me.

“Come here,” he ordered, ignoring my words as he pulled me toward the cubicle.

He rubbed soap across my back, slow and deliberate.

“Avery,” he said suddenly, turning me to face him. My eyes widened he knew my name.

“How—”

“You’re beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice softer now. His fingers traced my cheek, pushing a strand of wet hair behind my ear. His touch slid to my lips.

He leaned in and kissed me. I froze then kissed him back. His arms wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. His hand slid lower, squeezing my ass as our kiss deepened.

“Mmm…” I moaned as the kiss grew hungry, passionate, and dangerous.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to push him away, demand answers, ask how he knew my name or what kind of deal this was. But instead, I let myself drown once again in his world of irresistible temptation.

He licked my tongue and lips, slurping the hot shower water as it trickled into our mouths, gently sucking and nibbling my mouth

His hands on my back and in my hair turn me on so much. We gently soaped each other's skin, kissing and touching, smiling, and gazing into each other's eyes. I wanted him so badly, wanted his rock hard cock inside of me, wanted his fingers on me.

He bites his way down my neck and sucks the flesh before claiming my mouth again. His hand moves between my thighs, and he pushes two fingers inside me, pumping slowly, his thumb brushing my clit. I let my head fall back, watching him through lidded eyes.

Steam billows around us, and his biceps flex as he works another finger inside me.

A familiar tension built inside me it stole my breath and thoughts and all i could focus on was the sensation of coming apart ,his mouth closed over mine again before he guided his sex to my opening and thrust. I drew mylegs up and open, his lips leaving mine and holding my throat as I gasped, full of him. He moved, but he made slow and deliberate strokes, maintaining a close distance as he hovered over me , resting on his forearms.then he quickens his pace

We moved together in a rhythm of passion, my nails digging into his back, his thrusts deep and urgent. Sweat-slicked bodies intertwined,

he thrust deeply into me, then pulled me to him, chest on chest. His cock was hard in me as he thrust faster and faster. I was throbbing and grasping his cock with my vaginal muscles as I came, and then he let out a loud gasp and made a deep thrust and ceased to pump. His eyes were wide, and his hands were on my breasts. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me and moved against him a little bit more, as my body continued to buck with the intensity of my orgasm

“Yes ahhh ..”I moaned

“Yes baby moan for me as I own ur body ,just how I fucking bought you with my money..”

I frozed ,the moan stopped in my throat

What the fuck I was sold to a billionaire