The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(One contract. One rule)

The elevator felt like it took forever. My heart was already beating fast when the doors opened to shiny marble floors, a hallway with strange arts, and a heavy silence. I almost went back. Almost.

But the text was clear: Come to the top floor and be on time.

So, I stepped out, my cheap shoes making little clicks, and my hands sweaty. I had never been in a building like this, especially not Alexander Veyron’s penthouse. Everyone whispered his name with fear and desire because he was a billionaire with lots of power and scandal.

The last door opened, and I froze. Huge windows showed a city skyline with gold  colors. The city looked endless, with lights like stars but the man in front of the view was what shocked me.

Alexander didn’t turn at first, he stood still like a statue, with his hands behind his back. His suit looked good on his wide shoulders. Just seeing his back made me feel out of breathe. He seemed controlled and dangerous.

He finally turned, and his eyes locked on me like I was something he was going to eat “You’re late.” His voice was smooth but hard, a tone that meant no arguments.

I swallowed. “Security downstairs…”

“I don’t like excuses.” Alexander looked me up and down like I was something he was buying. He smiled a little. “You came, that’s what matters.”

I felt my face getting hot with the way he was looking at me “I almost didn’t.”

Alexander got closer, and I felt drawn to him. He smelled good, like expensive cologne mixed with smoke, and something sinful. He touched my face, his fingers barely touching my jaw. It shouldn’t have made my knees weak, but it did.

“You were always going to come,” Alexander said softly, his thumb rubbing my lip. “The question is… how many times tonight?”

I gasped, goose bumps appeared on my arm, my body was going against me, wanting his touch, even though my mind was screaming danger.

“I don’t mess around,” I said.

Alexander’s smile got sharper. “I don’t either. I like… being in charge.”

His words made me shake. My heart beat fast as Alexander’s hand moved from my jaw to my throat, not squeezing, but his hand been there to remind me he had the power.

“Tell me to stop,” Alexander whispered. “And you can leave right now, but if you stay…” He moved his fingers, showing he was in charge. “…you belong to me tonight.”

My throat was dry. I should go, I really should but when Alexander pulled on my tie, taking it off fast, the sound of silk made me excited.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.

“You’re exactly where you should be.”

Then Alexander kissed me hard, his mouth hot and rough. He bit my lip and forced my mouth open. Suddenly, I was breathing hard, feeling hot, dominated, and the kiss wasn’t a kiss, but a takeover.

My back hit the cold window, the city behind us didn’t matter compared to Alexander. He pushed his leg between mine, and I moaned without meaning to.

“Good,” Alexander said against my mouth, his hand moving down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt easily. “I like that sound, do it again.”

I tried not to make a sound, but Alexander pinched my nipple hard, and I gasped anyway.

“There it is,” he said, sounding happy.

His hands went lower, pulling at my belt and opening it fast. My pants dropped, and the cool air felt good on my hot skin. I shook, feeling both ashamed and wanting him, scared and needing him.

“You’re shaking,” Alexander said softly, his eyes dark. “Are you scared of me?”

“Yeah.”

He grinned wickedly. “Good, fear makes desire stronger.”

He pushed me down until I was on my knees on the glass floor, looking up at him. He looked like a god in his suit, standing over the city. Alexander grabbed my hair, holding me still.

“Look at you,” Alexander whispered. “Perfect. Mine.”

I got hard against my underwear, feeling embarrassed and aroused. My lips opened, wanting him, and Alexander smiled.

“Beg.”

I almost said no because I was proud but I felt hot, and my body ached.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?” Alexander pulled harder on my hair.

“Please… use me.”

Alexander’s eyes glowed, he opened his belt with one hand, unzipping slowly. I gasped as he got himself out, big and hard, close to my mouth.

“You’ll take all of me,” Alexander said. “You’ll choke on me and when you can’t breathe, you’ll remember that pleasure belongs to me not you.”

I opened my lips more, wanting him, my body completely out of my control.

Alexander pushed forward, and I gagged as he filled my mouth, stretching my throat. He held my hair, controlling how fast it happened. My nails dug into the glass to keep me steady, my eyes watering, and I felt hot waves of shame and strong arousal.

“That’s it,” Alexander moaned, his voice rough, his head back as he fucked my mouth hard. “Take me, take it all.”

My body was on fire, my dick was rock hard and my mind was gone. Every push was a command, every gag was a reminder that I had given up.

When Alexander pulled me off, my lips were swollen, and my chin was wet. I gasped for air, shaking and ruined.

He bent down, lifting my face with two fingers.

“You taste like giving in,” Alexander whispered, brushing my lips. “And I’ve barely started.”

My heart pounded. I knew I should run but when Alexander kissed me again, hungry and wanting, I kissed him back. This wasn’t a game, It was a deal made with sweat, control, and desire.

And me? I had already signed it with my body.