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The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession Strip.
Elena's POVI nodded, my body still thrumming with the lingering echoes of our office encounter, every nerve ending alive and sensitive, as if his touch had rewritten my skin into something that belonged solely to him. My legs felt faintly unsteady, a delicious weakness that made me lean into him as I laced my fingers with his strong, warm ones. The office air hung heavy around us, thick with the intoxicating scent of sex and raw satisfaction—our mingled arousal, sweat, and the faint trace of his cologne clinging to me like a second skin. It was our secret signature, marking the space as claimed.Alexander's touch was steady and grounding, his palm pressing possessively against the small of my back as he guided me out of the office. We passed his assistant's desk; she glanced up with a subtle, knowing smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes—professional discretion wrapped in quiet amusement—but Alexander didn't acknowledge it, his focus entirely on me, his stride confident and u
The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession Taste how sweet you are.
Elena's POVI obeyed instantly, my palms pressing flat against the cool, polished mahogany of his desk, the scattered papers crinkling softly beneath my hands like forgotten secrets surrendering to our moment. My heart thundered in my chest, a wild, frantic rhythm that echoed the insistent heat pooling low in my belly, spreading outward in slow, languid waves. Bending over as commanded, I arched my back deliberately, offering myself to him—the red lace thong a mere whisper of fabric between my thighs, barely concealing the slick evidence of my arousal, the garters pulled taut against my skin like silken restraints. The collar around my neck felt heavier in this position, its cool metal links a constant, grounding weight that reminded me of my surrender, of the exquisite freedom found in yielding to him completely.Alexander's sharp intake of breath behind me was audible, a sound that sent an electric shiver racing down my spine, raising goosebumps along my exposed skin. I could feel
The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession Bold, pet. Very bold.
Elena's POVDays continued to weave themselves into a tapestry of calm, each one a small gift after the chaos we'd endured. The lingering echo of that threatening text had faded with the arrest of Mark's associate—a pathetic wannabe who'd crumbled under interrogation, admitting he'd been paid a pittance to send the message as a final "favor" to his jailed buddy. No deeper conspiracy, no grand scheme. Just desperation from behind bars. Alexander's team had ensured the man would join his masters in a cell, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I woke without that knot of dread in my stomach.One bright mid-morning, I decided to visit Mom alone, giving Alexander time to tackle a stack of meetings downtown. The hospital had become less clinical in my mind—flowers from Alexander's endless deliveries brightened her room, and the nurses greeted me by name now, their smiles genuine. Mom was sitting up in bed when I arrived, flipping through a magazine, her color better than I'd s
The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession please, sir.
Elena's POVWeeks melted into a serene, almost ethereal rhythm after Victoria and Mark's arrest, the penthouse transforming from a fortress under siege into a haven of unbridled intimacy and rediscovered freedom. The sprawling city below pulsed with its relentless, chaotic energy—honking taxis, flickering neon signs, the distant hum of life in perpetual motion—but up here, in our elevated world perched high above the fray, Alexander and I reveled in the quiet victory we'd clawed our way to. No more anonymous texts vibrating like malevolent omens in the dead of night, jolting me awake with a racing heart; no shadows lurking in the corners of my mind, whispering doubts and fears. The police had sealed the case tight, their reports a fortress of legalese—Victoria charged with extortion, harassment, aiding a stalker, and even conspiracy, while Mark faced revived stalking violations plus aggravated assault for that desperate warehouse knife pull. Their bail hearings dragged on in endles
The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession Spread for me.
Elena's POVThe package arrived like a venomous snake in the mail, innocuous in its plain brown wrapping but lethal in its contents. It sat on the marble kitchen island that morning, mocking us with its anonymous postmark—no return address, just a scrawled "For the Happy Couple" in sharp, angular handwriting that screamed Victoria. Alexander had been the one to open it, his broad shoulders tensing as he sliced through the tape with a letter opener, his movements precise but edged with foreboding. I'd been pouring coffee, the rich aroma filling the penthouse, when he froze, the color draining from his face."Elena," he said, his voice a low warning, like thunder rumbling on the horizon. "Don't look."But of course, I did. Curiosity and dread propelled me forward, my mug forgotten on the counter as I peered over his shoulder. Inside were photos—grainy, but unmistakably me. Snapshots from a life I'd buried: me at 19, unaware in a college library, with a shadowy figure lurking in the back
The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession My fierce submissive.
Beneath the strategy, his touch turned tender, reassuring. As dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse—he pulled me onto his lap, the terrace breeze ruffling my hair. "Enough talk of shadows," he murmured, his hand slipping under my skirt, fingers tracing lazy circles on my inner thigh. "Let me remind you of the light." We made love slowly that night in our bed, the sheets a tangled sea around us. Face-to-face, his eyes locked on mine, unblinking, as he moved inside me with deliberate, languid strokes. "You're my everything, Elena," he whispered between kisses, his lips mapping my jaw, my neck. "My strength, my weakness. Don't ever doubt that." I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as pleasure built in waves, cresting softly rather than crashing. "I love you, Alexander," I gasped as release washed over us simultaneously, binding us closer. "Sir... my Sir." But as I drifted to sleep in his arms, Victoria's words echoed in the recesses of my mind like a malevolent whis
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