Page 20 of The Billionaire's Wife

“What’s stopping you?” The words come out hushed, shaky, as if I could break this delicate moment in half. “I’m your wife, after all.”

Alec’s gaze drops to my lips, then back up. And then, as if flipping a switch, he reaches out to grasp my face between his hands, pulling my lips to his. Unlike our kiss yesterday, this one is hard, desperate, as if his very life depends on it. And as if mine does too, I kiss him back.

We stumble backward, toward the bed, the backs of my knees hitting the mattress. Without breaking our kiss, Alec pushes me backward, crawling up over me as I lay back on the bed, his hands tangling in my hair. I reach down to hike my dress high enough so I can wrap my legs around him as he settles between them. His body presses down on mine, the weight of him sending a frenzy of fire through my lower belly.

He breaks our kiss to trail kisses down the side of my face, my neck, softly nibbling. I sigh as his hands leave my hair and travel down my body, over the satin of my dress, over my breasts and stomach. I can feel my nipples hardening under his touch, and with no bra, I know he can feel it as well.

His mouth is back on mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue passing my lips and tangling with mine. He gently squeezes my breasts, then runs his thumbs over my nipples, and I moan softly into his mouth, arching my back, desperate for more.

Suddenly, though, he breaks the kiss, sitting up slightly, a look of uncertainty washing across his face. “Ella,” he breathes, searching my eyes. “Should we—are you okay with—"

I reach up to grasp the collar of his shirt, pulling him back down. “Shut up and fuck me,” I order. I don’t know where the words came from or how I had the audacity to let them spill from my mouth, but they’re the most honest words I’ve uttered this entire trip. I need Alec. I need him now.

He doesn’t need more convincing than that. He lowers his lips to my throat, kissing and sucking his way down my neck, my collarbone, and to the tops of my breasts. Sitting up just slightly, he gently slides the spaghetti straps of my dress over my shoulders, tugging the top of my dress down slowly until my breasts are exposed.

He stares down at me for a moment, taking a shuddering breath as he runs his hands over them, gently teasing my nipples. I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the mattress and arching my back, pressing my breasts against his palms. I feel him lower his mouth, taking one of my nipples and sucking, flicking his tongue over it again and again.

I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair. He spends his time here, caressing my nipples with his hands and mouth until they’re red and swollen and I’m a whimpering puddle on the bed.

I reach for his shirt, hastily undoing the top buttons. He helps, and within a few seconds, his button-up lies discarded on the floor. His chest is sculpted, and I run my hands over it, down across his abs. He stands, swiftly unzipping his dress pants and stepping out of them, holding my eye contact the whole time. I sit up on my elbows, my thin red dress bunched around my waist. When he lowers his boxers, that’s when I break our gaze, glancing downward. My mouth parts, and my eyes widen.

Alec is definitely … big. Not unmanageable, but definitely bigger than I’ve ever taken. Completely naked, Alec stalks toward the bed and climbs back over me. He presses me back down against the mattress, his hand snaking between my legs, under my panties, to find my center. I gasp as he runs a finger over my clit, creating slow, gentle circles.

He leans back just far enough to hook his fingers under the waistband of my panties on either side of my hips and slowly slide them off my legs. And then there I am, completely bare, my legs spread before him. He stares down at my center long enough to make me blush.

And then he settles between my legs, pressing his body against mine, his gaze hardened with desire as it meets mine. I wrap my legs around him, and I can feel him positioning himself at my entrance.

I take in a shuddering breath, and then slowly, he enters me.

I gasp at the sensation of being stretched, of feeling fuller than I ever have before. As he sinks deeper into me, he presses his mouth to my ear. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and I hear myself whimper, becoming even wetter and allowing him fully into me. Taking all of me at once—every inch.

He slowly begins thrusting in and out of me, and I cling to him desperately.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my neck, right behind my ear. He runs his hands over my body, my sides, my breasts, as he continues thrusting. “So perfect.”

I moan as he picks up speed, pinning me to the bed with his weight. He thrusts harder, and I cry out in pleasure. Alec quickly covers my mouth with his palm. “Shhhh,” he murmurs. “Be a good girl and be quiet.”

Fuck. Him calling me good girl is turning my insides to jelly. All I want is to hear him say it over and over again. “Be your good, little wife, huh?” I reply breathlessly when he removes his hand from my mouth.

The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk. “How about you be an obedient wife and come for me?” He snakes a hand between us, reaching lower until he finds my aching bud.

As soon as he does, a deep moan escapes me, and I buck my hips.

“That’s it,” he praises, pumping harder.

I grip the bedsheets beside me, whimpering desperately as he picks up speed—both in thrusting and in fingering my clit. “Oh, god,” I pant.

“Come for me, Ella,” Alec demands. “Be a good girl and do what I say.”

I never thought I’d enjoy being bossed around in bed, but his words are having an effect on me that I’ve never experienced before. The pleasure inside me is building and building, and with a strangled cry, my orgasm shudders through me.

Almost instantly, Alec finishes as well, collapsing on top of me. We lay there in silence, panting. The waves of my orgasm begin to diminish, and as the fog clears from my brain, I suddenly realize what I’ve just done. What we’ve just done.

Alec is lying on top of me, still inside of me, his naked body pressed against mine. And we just fucked. And I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. All I know is that this trip just became a whole lot more complicated.

Chapter 13

Alec

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