Page 94 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

It was an incentive she could never...resist.

She forced herself up, Damen obediently sucking her nipple passionately every time her nipple came close to his mouth.

Up, suck, down. Up, suck, down. Up, suck, down.

She was so wet by the time she had finished one set. Dimly, she heard a rustling sound. Her eyes fluttered open.

Damen wasnaked.

Oh my God—-

In a move that was so fast she was left blinking, he dispensed with the rest of her gym attire, leaving her as naked as he was.

Oh my God—-

He said thickly, “Again, sweetheart.”

When she forced herself up once more, he moved her hips down and his cock slid into her pussy, which welcomed his thickness wetly, snugly.

The routine became more complicated, more arousing, guaranteed to drive her insane. She moved up, and he would thrust in the same time his mouth captured her nipple, alternating between both breasts.

Up, thrust, suck, down.

“Damen.” She couldn’t take it anymore, her arms curving around his neck as her legs went around his waist. “Take me.” She sounded near tears. She was begging him. And she didn’t care.

Chuckling, he whispered into her ear, “Done exercising?”

She answered with a sob and a nod.

Tightening his hold around her, he thrust up and hard into her. Hands clasping her waist, he bounced her up and down on his cock. Each thrust had her reeling, pushing her further and further towards that place of no return.

Taking her mouth in a kiss, he whispered against her lips, “You’re mine, aren’t you, Mairi?”

She shuddered at the words, and she completely lost it when his fingers slid between their bodies to tease her pleasure nub and stimulate her into orgasm. She came as she cried out, “Yours. Always, always, always yours.”

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ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYSyours.

The words played in her mind as she found herself drifting closer to sleep, Damen carrying her to their bed. As Damen temporarily left her, she fumbled for her phone out of habit, checking her messages.

There was one message that had her heart beating madly and she quickly typed,Yes, I understand. 10AM sharp.

And then she heard footsteps and quickly deleted the message.

Damen asked as he joined her in bed, “Someone texted you?”

“Just my aunt,” she lied, her heart beating madly again, but for a different reason this time.

Always, always, always yours.

The words mocked Damen in his mind as he watched his fiancée sleep. He reached for her phone and checked her inbox.

The only message on her inbox was indeed from aunt but it was sent hours ago, and something she had already replied to.

He looked back at Mairi, his face drawn.

Have you ever been mine, matakia mou?

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