Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Alexander's POV The city lights sprawled out like a glittering carpet far below my penthouse, a sprawling fortress of glass and steel perched atop the highest tower in the downtown skyline. At 42 stories up, the world felt distant, insignificant—a playground I'd conquered long ago. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, my reflection staring back: tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline carved from marble and eyes the color of storm clouds. My dark hair was tousled just enough to hint at the chaos I unleashed in private, and my tailored shirt clung to my rippling muscles, unbuttoned at the collar to reveal the tattoos snaking across my chest—reminders of a wilder youth before I clawed my way to the top of Voss Enterprises. I sipped my scotch, the burn sliding down my throat like liquid fire, matching the heat building in my veins. Tonight was about revenge, wrapped in the sweetest, sluttiest package: Isabella Moreno, the stunning wife of my most hated rival, Victor Reyes. That s

Elena's POV The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor buzzed like angry bees, casting a harsh, unforgiving glow over everything. It was the kind of light that stripped away illusions, making the world feel raw and exposed. I hated it. It made the linoleum floors look slick and cold, the walls too white, too sterile. And in room 407, where my mother lay hooked up to machines that beeped and whirred like some dystopian orchestra, it made her look even smaller, even more fragile than she already was. I slumped in the vinyl chair beside her bed, my hand wrapped around hers. Her skin was paper-thin, veins like faint blue rivers beneath the surface. She'd always had such strong hands—hands that braided my hair when I was little, that stirred pots of homemade soup on rainy days, that held me tight through every storm life threw at us. Now, they felt like they might crumble if I squeezed too hard. Stage IV pancreatic cancer. The words echoed in my head like a death sentence, even th

Alexander's POV I drained the last of my scotch, the amber liquid burning a path down my throat, but it did fuck all to douse the inferno raging inside me. Isabella's screams from earlier that night still lingered in my ears like a fading echo—raw, desperate, the kind that made my cock throb with satisfaction. But it was temporary, always temporary. Sex wasn't just a vice for me; it was my goddamn lifeline. Without the rush of dominating a woman, pinning her down and fucking her until she shattered, the world lost its edge. Colors dulled, deals felt meaningless, and that hollow ache in my chest threatened to swallow me whole. I'd built Voss Enterprises into a billion-dollar empire on sheer willpower and cunning, but this obsession? It kept me alive, feeding the beast that clawed at my insides day and night. Tonight's conquest with Isabella had been laced with the sweet tang of revenge—fucking my enemy's wife until she begged for more, her body marked with my handprints and bites. M

Alexander's POV I paced the expanse of my penthouse like a caged panther, the city skyline mocking me through the floor-to-ceiling windows—a glittering kingdom I ruled with an iron fist, yet here I was, unraveling over one insignificant intern. Elena Hayes. Her name slithered through my mind like a forbidden incantation, sending a jolt straight to my cock, hardening it instantly with the memory of her pressed against my desk earlier that day. Those wide, defiant eyes flashing fire even as her body yielded, soft and trembling under my unyielding grip. I'd felt her heat radiating through our clothes, the way her hips instinctively bucked when I ground my throbbing erection into her, her breathy gasp betraying the slick wetness I knew was pooling between her thighs, soaking her panties. Fuck, she was a virgin cocktail of innocence and desperation—untouched, unclaimed, and ripe for the taking if she'd just submit to the beast inside me. But she'd stormed out, spitting venom about not

Alexander's POV The void clawed at me as I watched Victoria's trench-coated figure disappear into the elevator, her steps a little unsteady from the pounding I'd just given her. I wiped the sweat from my brow, the penthouse reeking of sex and regret—a familiar cocktail that never quite quenched the thirst. But Elena... fuck, Elena was different. Her innocence, that flicker of defiance in her green eyes when I'd proposed the deal last night—it had hooked me deeper than any whore's screams. Thirty days of her body, her submission, in exchange for saving her mother's life. It was a bargain straight from hell, and I was the devil collecting his due. But first, the office called. Voss Enterprises didn't run on orgasms alone; it thrived on my cold, calculated dominance over boardrooms and balance sheets. I dressed sharper than usual—charcoal suit tailored to perfection, hugging my broad shoulders and tapered waist, a blood-red tie like a slash of warning. No underwear; the friction a