Semua Bab The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Alexander's POV She bit her lip, eyes fluttering closed as my fingers inched higher, tracing the edge of her panties. "I've never... been with anyone. Like this." The confession hung in the air like a forbidden whisper, igniting a storm inside me. A virgin. Completely untouched, unmarred by any other man's hands, lips, or cock. The thought sent a dark thrill racing through my veins, a possessive hunger that bordered on obsession. Elena Hayes—my innocent little intern, with her wide hazel eyes flecked with gold, like sunlight piercing through autumn leaves—was mine to corrupt. Her body, soft and trembling under my touch, was a canvas of purity I ached to defile, to paint with bruises, bites, and the slick evidence of her surrender. I could feel my pulse thundering in my ears, my cock straining painfully against my pants, demanding release. But no, not yet. I wanted to savor this, to draw out every gasp, every plea, until she was begging for the darkness I carried within me. "Shh

Alexander's POV Standing again, I pressed my body against hers, one hand sliding between her thighs to cup her pussy possessively. She was dripping, her slickness coating my fingers instantly, hot and viscous. The heat of her core seared my palm, her folds yielding under my touch like ripe fruit begging to be plucked. Her labia were swollen, puffy from arousal, and as I traced the seam with my fingertip, I felt her quiver—every nerve ending alive, pulsing with need. The scent of her musk filled the air, heady and feminine, mixing with the faint lavender from her skin, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made my head spin. "Feel that?" I whispered, my breath hot against her ear, parting her lips gently, exploring her with feather-light touches—tracing the outer labia, dipping just barely into her entrance. Her virgin hole clenched at the intrusion, tight and eager, a silken vice that promised heaven once I breached it fully. "This is what I do to you. And it's only the start. You

Alexander's POV As she explored, her palms flat against my heated skin, feeling the hard planes of my abs contract under her touch, I guided her hand lower, to the bulge in my pants. "Feel what you do to me," I growled, pressing her palm against my erection. It throbbed under her touch, thick and hard, the fabric straining as if it might tear. She gasped at the size, her fingers outlining the shape tentatively, feeling the heat radiate through the material. "This is going inside you soon. Stretching that tight pussy until you scream. Can you imagine it? Filling you up, inch by inch, until you're stuffed full." "Alexander... it's so big. Will it hurt?" Her voice held fear, but her hand squeezed experimentally, making me hiss through clenched teeth, pre-cum soaking the front of my boxers. "Yes," I admitted, my eyes darkening with lust as I stared into hers, seeing the mix of terror and excitement reflected back. "It'll hurt. But the pain will turn to pleasure. And you'll love it—crav

Elena's POV The cab ride to Alexander's building was nothing short of exquisite torture, a slow-building inferno that had my body humming with anticipation and dread. The leather seat beneath me felt like a cruel tease—cool and unyielding against my bare ass, the trench coat I'd thrown on in haste the only barrier between my naked skin and the world. Every bump in the road jolted me, sending sparks of friction right to my core. I shifted slightly, and the coat gaped open just a fraction at the hem, exposing a sliver of thigh. What if the driver noticed? His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror more than once, a neutral expression that could hide anything. Was that a smirk? Or just my paranoia? The risk of it all—the possibility of being caught, exposed as the desperate slut I'd become—sent a forbidden thrill racing through me. My clit throbbed insistently, swollen from the earlier phone call where Alexander had growled his instructions: "Come to me naked under that coat, Elena. No p

Elena's POV He chuckled darkly, a sound that vibrated through his chest against my back. "Greedy little thing. I like that." His fingers plunged inside me—two at once, thick and insistent, stretching my virgin walls. I cried out, the intrusion burning slightly, but the way he curled them to hit that sensitive spot inside made stars explode behind my eyes. He pumped slowly at first, then faster, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight circles. "So tight, Elena. Fuck, you're gripping my fingers like a vice. Have you ever been touched like this before?" "N-no," I admitted, my face flushing hotter as I ground back against him, chasing the building pressure. "Never. You're the first." His growl was primal, possessive. "Good. That means this pussy is all mine to ruin." He added a third finger, stretching me further, the fullness making me whimper. Pleasure built like a storm, coiling tight in my belly. "You taste like sin," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers suddenly and bringing them t