บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 47

Elena’s POV — The Next DayThe first thing I felt was soreness.Not the sharp kind, but the heavy, humming ache that lives deep in the muscles—an echo of pleasure, of possession. Every shift reminded me of yesterday… and the day before that… and him.The second thing I felt was the bed.Cold.Empty.I blinked into the soft morning light. Alexander wasn’t there. Again.A thread of something tight and dangerous wound in my chest. Need? Fear? Maybe both.His side of the bed was unmade, a dent in the pillow, but no scent of coffee this time. No clinking pans. No low hum of him moving through the penthouse.It was too quiet.I sat up slowly, wincing as my thighs protested. The sheets slid off me, revealing last night’s marks—reddened skin from the flogger, faint rope imprints on my wrists, and bruises shaped exactly like his fingers. Small, almost artistic. Almost gentle.Claims.I pulled on his shirt again—his scent clinging to the cotton like a promise—and padded out into the living room

Elena's POVThat night unfolded like a secret we were both afraid to name, a fragile bloom in the aftermath of our storm. Alexander led me to the bedroom with a hand at the small of my back, his touch light but insistent, guiding without pulling, as if he knew one wrong move might shatter the quiet we'd stumbled into. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the world's relentless hum, and in the hush that followed, I felt the weight of what this could be—what it already was—pressing against my ribs like a held breath.The candles from last night were relit, their flames flickering to life one by one under his careful hands. He moved with a deliberate grace, the soft amber glow catching the sharp edges of his profile, turning the hard lines of his jaw and the hollows of his cheeks into something almost ethereal. Shadows danced across the walls, softening the stark modernity of his penthouse bedroom—the sleek black headboard, the expanse of glass overlooking the glittering city sky

Elena's POVHis eyes widened for a fraction of a second, surprise flickering through the steam-clouded air, before something deeper took hold—relief, joy, a raw vulnerability that mirrored my own. Alexander Voss, the unshakeable billionaire, looked utterly undone by three little words. His hands stilled on my skin, the soap forgotten as water pounded around us like applause from the universe."Elena..." He breathed my name like a prayer, cupping my face with both hands, thumbs tracing the rivulets streaming down my cheeks—tears mixing with shower spray. "Say it again. Please.""I love you," I repeated, louder this time, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest. I pressed my palms to his chest, feeling the thunder of his heart under the slick heat. "I've been falling since that first night, fighting it because of the contract, the power imbalance, all of it. But it's you, Alexander. The way you command a room but kneel for me in private. The dominance that breaks me open and the

Elena's POVThe night deepened around us, the city lights twinkling like distant stars through the penthouse windows, but our world had narrowed to this bed, this moment of raw honesty. Alexander's fingers traced idle patterns on my hip, grounding me as his words hung in the air. I could feel the weight of his past in the tension of his muscles, the way his breath hitched slightly when he spoke of her—Victoria, the ghost who'd shaped him into the man who now held me so fiercely."I never told anyone the full story," he admitted, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "Not my family, not my closest advisors. But with you... it feels right. Necessary."I shifted to face him fully, propping myself on one elbow, the sheets pooling around my waist. The collar felt warmer now, infused with our shared vulnerability. "You don't have to carry it alone anymore. Tell me everything. Let me help mend it."His eyes, stormy blue in the dim light, softened as he pulled me closer, our legs tangling.