All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Claire didn’t even wait for us to reach the bedroom. She stopped in the middle of the plush living-room rug, reached behind her back, and slid the zipper of the silk dress down, letting it pool at her feet. She stood in nothing but lingerie, her almond-shaped eyes shining with expectation. I moved closer, my hands trembling from the rush of adrenaline. While Kyle continued to devour Claire’s mouth, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone, his free hand slid around my waist, slipping under my dress shirt until it found my bare skin.He squeezed my muscles, climbing higher to my chest, pulling me into the scene. The simple touch of Kyle’s hot palm against my body sent a violent shiver racing down my spine.Kyle laid Claire on the enormous bed and knelt over her, stripping off his own shirt. He teased her without mercy, using his fingers and mouth on the most sensitive points of her body, making her writhe against the sheets. At the same time, he kept his eyes locked on me, tra

The night ended with my large, cold bed feeling even more vast than before.…The next day at Vance Corp was a test of endurance. Sitting at my rosewood desk, surrounded by papers, reports, and screens flickering with stock-market quotes, I tried to focus my thoughts on reviewing two multinational merger contracts.It was the kind of bureaucratic work that usually anesthetized my mind, but today nothing worked. My head was completely trapped in the approaching Friday night. The next meeting was already scheduled for the weekend, and the expectation was an uncontrolled engine burning inside me.With every signature I signed, the image of Kyle teasing Claire and looking at me while he did it returned with full force. The touch of his hand on my skin, the sound of his voice commanding our bodies… everything kept me in an absurd state of physical readiness.I was hard in broad daylight, in the middle of the workday, forced to adjust myself in the chair to hide the bulge in my pants unde

The door of my apartment closed with a dull thud, sealing the suffocating silence of the penthouse. The darkness of the living room was interrupted only by the neon glow of the skyscrapers outside. I let my jacket fall onto the marble floor and walked to the bar, pouring myself three fingers of neat whisky. The drink burned my throat, but did nothing to loosen the knot tightening in my chest. I sat on the edge of the bed, the heavy glass in my left hand. In my right, the phone seemed to burn my palm. I didn’t want to do this. I had promised myself I would keep control, that I would settle for the logical arrangement we had created. But the image Kyle had sent earlier was burned into the back of my eyelids. When I unlocked the screen, the red lighting of the club bathroom once again illuminated my face, revealing the photo in detail: Kyle’s erect cock, thick, throbbing, perfectly sculpted. I set the glass on the nightstand and opened the belt of my dress pants. The pain of being so

My eyes met Kyle’s over her head. He did not look the least bit regretful. On the contrary: his eyes analyzed me with an almost hungry intensity, as if he had just tasted something he had also been desiring in secret. The kiss had not been bad for him. It had been monumental for both of us. “Enough preliminaries,” Claire whispered, her voice trembling, freeing herself from the wine-colored silk robe and becoming completely naked before us. “I want both of you. Now.” Urgency took over the room. Kyle stood up and grabbed a bottle of body oil from the side table. I positioned myself in the center of the plush carpet, sitting cross-legged, my erect and pulsing cock releasing the excess tension. Claire moved with agility, climbing onto my lap. She aligned herself over me and descended slowly, taking my cock in all at once as she settled on my hips. She let out a sharp cry of pleasure, throwing her head back against my shoulder. I wrapped her waist with my hands, dictating a slow upward

“Look at me… it’s only because of me that you’re like this,” he provoked, his deep voice acting as a definitive anesthetic for my guilt. The friction became faster, the pleasure climbing my spine in violent, uncontrolled waves. My chest heaved, the muscles of my thighs locking as the peak approached with long strides. The mind that had spent more than a decade in the desert was now completely submerged in a perfect sensory storm. “Go on, Aidan… come for me,” Kyle commanded, giving the final psychological push I needed. I closed my fingers tightly around my cock and gave three quick thrusts into the air, releasing a loud roar that echoed through the room. The orgasm hit me with a liberating brutality, making my body arch on the sofa while hot jets of cum shot against my own abdomen and hand. I collapsed against the back of the sofa, completely drained, chest rising and falling violently. Kyle did not finish. He never even took his pants off or stroked himself to the end, but a