Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(One contract. One rule): Bab 61 - Bab 70

Ethan’s povAlex thrusts all the way inside me in one smooth motion, his hips hitting my ass. I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat, my fingers drawing marks onto the wood of the desk.“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “You’re so tight. Is this what you wanted? Me, fucking you raw on my desk in my office?” I couldn’t answer. The feel of him inside me……it’s too much. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, a mixture of overwhelming pleasure and the realization of how much I needed this. He starts to move, slow at first, dragging his long length out before slamming back in. Each thrust hits deep, and I’m helpless to do anything but take it. My thighs tremble, threatening to give out, and he wraps an arm around my waist to hold me up.“Answer me,” he demands, his pace not stopping. “Is this what you fucking wanted?”“Yes,” I gasp, finally finding my voice. “God, yes. Please don’t stop.”He groans and increases his rhythm. His mouth finds my neck, sucking and biting, certai

Alex’s povThe city rolled past my car’s window as I tried to drown the memory of the warehouse in whiskey. The blood, the screams, and the way the men looked when they finally told the truth. It doesn’t fade, no matter how much distance I put between myself and the place. It was necessary. They had sold me out to Victor Ballmer. They had tried to hand my company to a rival…….Its simply business……….Nothing personal.So why do my hands feel so unclean.I watched the reflection of my face in the window. Calm and unreadable face in an expensive suit still crisp. On the surface, no one would think I had just spent the evening dragging truth from cowards. They would see only Alex Veyron, CEO, strategist, investor. The man who never loses control. The mask fit too well now that sometimes I forgot there was a person under it. I took a slow breath and loosened my tie. The taste of whiskey filled the space where guilt tried to live.Why did no one ever stay in their lane? Why did men like Stal

Alex’s pov“Three votes secured,” Marcus muttered, pacing across my office. “We need one more to tip the board.”Damian leaned on the desk, his arms crossed, watching Marcus with a lazy sort of irritation.“You’re counting Delaney as loyal? That man will sell his mother if the offer’s high enough.”“Delaney owes me,” Marcus shot back. “He wouldn’t risk—”I stood by the window, the faint reflection of the city lights flickering over the glass. Damian and Marcus’s voices blended into background noise as my mind drifted to the message I had received earlier this morning. _I’m only just beginning_. Those were the first and only words in the text. No greetings, no threats. Just a simple statement that carried the weight of a loaded gun.The man had never reached out directly to me before. Not once since he betrayed my father and I took over the company. For years, we had circled each other like predators, trading silent blows through the market, through company takeovers and through the

Ethan’s pov I'm in love with a cold blooded murderer. That’s what has been going through my head since this week. I kept seeing the words in the file, the sealed reports, all the tragedies Alex allegedly had a hand in. The betrayal by William Stallin had cost Alex’s father the company leading to his suicide. I know Alex well enough to believe he isn't one to just let that type of thing go. That's one of the reasons I believe he might have been behind the tragedies…… . My father had warned me. He had told me Alex wasn’t a man anyone should trust, that behind his quiet power lays destruction. I chose to turn away from that warning. Maybe I did it because I wanted so badly to believe that the darkness in Alex was not real. Maybe I did it because I needed him to be the one good thing I found for myself. Maybe I did it because loving him was easier than admitting I was walking willingly toward a fire. If he could do all that to someone for one betrayal to his father, what then w

Ethan’s pov I sat at the long dining table with the plates set perfectly as if this place hosted kings every night. The scent of roasted garlic hung in the air and the table held a full spread of steamed vegetables, a soft steak cooked medium, creamy mashed potatoes, warm bread, and a dark sauce that smelled rich. But the food held no interest to me as I picked at the steak in front of me. My mind kept circling around what happened earlier. Alex sat across from me, finally back. He is still dressed in his suit from the day, his jacket tossed on the back of the chair and his sleeves rolled to his elbows. His phone was pressed to his ear while he cut through his steak with slow precision. He spoke in that calm measured tone that makes one just want to listen and agree with whatever he says. He ended the call and placed the phone beside his plate as his eyes locked on mine. “Alright, what’s the problem?.” Direct and straight to the point. The man wastes no time. I pus