Page 9 of Capturing the Ruthless Billionaires

Alexandria stroked her clit. The contact made her thighs quiver with twice the voracity while her heart threatened to break free from her chest entirely.

She rubbed her clit, something she had only ever done under the covers of her bed too few times to recall.

If you want me to come, touch yourself.

Shame dripped down her face as she rubbed her clit harder and faster, desperate for him to empty himself inside her so that she could put this whole thing behind her forever.

Dear god. It felt wicked and sinful; even the significant pain of having her virginity taken failed in comparison to the need in her clit, which rested against his throbbing-hot cock.

The muscles in her pussy tensed all around his enormous shaft before she found herself dropped into a deep, dark ocean, struggling for her breath until she finally let go. Her flesh pulsed, contracting against his shaft over and over again, yet even through the haze of her unfathomable orgasm pulsating over the green-eyed man’s cock inside her, she knew she would forever remember this until the day she died.

His shaft thickened even more inside her, hardening even more. He bent his head and planted his mouth on exactly the same spot on her breast where he had sucked and bruised before. He pushed in deeper than ever, his muscles tensed, and without thinking, she clasped the back of his nape, stupidly trying to comfort him as he emptied himself inside her, showering her pussy with his seed all against the backdrop of her slowly diminishing climax.

Reality dropped down on her like a boulder.

Time.

She pulled away from him, ashamed she had made herself come because he had demanded it. She dragged his cock out of her, biting her lip until she tasted blood as a new wave of agony blasted through her, her body instantly closing up again.

Her legs were weak, her mind in tatters, and her pussy sore and swollen, but she knew if she wavered for one moment, she would lose her nerve and run from the dungeon with the green-eyed man’s cum dripping to her thighs.

She couldn’t hesitate. Time was no longer on her side.

She hated that she had to reach out to the grey-eyed man’s shoulder to steady herself before she picked up the tissue-light fabric of the gown and straddled his lap. She couldn’t cover her breast anymore, and she didn’t even try. The green-eyed man had ripped the fabric in half.

Oh, god.

Her pussy contracted as fresh anguish assailed her. The grey-eyed man was going to hurt her as much as the green-eyed man had and as the blue-eyed man would. It was inescapable. They were all too big.

Before she lost her nerve, despite trembling so much that her body ached, she clutched his semi-hard cock.

Trust me. If you come inside me, I won’t fall pregnant. I’m on the pill. No one knows. I don’t want this. Please, just trust me.

Again, she silently screamed the words at him, pleading with eyes for him to hear her, as she desperately took the head of his broadening cock to her dripping wet folds and pressed him inside her all the while, he remained as unyielding as obsidian, arctic, and murderous.

Please. Please. Please.

The grey-eyed man swung his gaze to the green-eyed man. Something silent and intense passed between them.

She dropped her head and lowered herself onto him, and it felt as if he were taking her virginity all over again. The pain was all-encompassing, turning her whole life upside down again. She only realized how hard she had dug her nails into his shoulder when her knuckles turned white.

Oh, dear god, she was hurting him. She snatched her hand away, on the brink of apologizing to him, when she remembered she had to remain silent.

She just wanted this to be over right now.

Help me, please.

As if he heard her plea, he used the muscles in his thighs to shift her up, immediately sinking his teeth into the skin on her breast, right beside the mark the green-eyed man had left on her before.

A thousand butterflies collided with each other in her stomach. Her pussy clenched in anticipation at the thought of what his mouth there could do to her. But no, this was on her terms.

She pulled away, using all her force. But he changed tactics, taking her nipple into his mouth, clamping her pebbled bead between his teeth, and piercing her flesh. Her wailing sob echoed around the chamber, gaining momentum when he penetrated her fully. The look on his face was hateful and dangerous.

“If you want me to come, touch yourself,” he said, oddly calmly and softly against her breast, as if he didn’t just bite her so hard, she saw stars.

No. No. No. No.

She couldn’t do it again.

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