Page 114 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

She sobbed against his hand, but he only responded with a dark stare, his thick rod plunging deeper, harder.

Then—suddenly—he froze.

Her heart stopped. Footsteps echoed just outside the door.

Her pulse thundered, but Christian didn’t move. His body caged hers completely, his breath hot against her ear as his lips brushed the sensitive shell.

“I can feel you clenching down on me.” His voice was a deep, wicked growl, dripping with dark amusement. “Do you get excited knowing someone might hear you?”

Shame flooded her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body to stop betraying her.

His lips trailed down her neck, sucking, teasing, tasting. Then, in one punishing motion, he pulled out—only to slam back in.

Her back arched violently, her fingers scrambling for something—anything—to hold on to.

Christian stilled. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest. His dark gaze locked onto hers, pupils blown wide, burning with an unholy hunger.

And then he moved again.

Harder.

Faster.

Each thrust sent her body rocking forward, her moans muffled by the palm she slapped over her own mouth.

Christian’s breathing turned ragged. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises. His pace grew erratic, desperate, his need spiraling into something dangerously uncontrollable.

“Christian…” she whimpered, her body quaking under the intensity.

Immediately, his grip loosened. His thrusts slowed—but didn’t stop.

Her moans turned desperate. Heat coiled low in her belly, twisting, tightening, threatening to snap.

She came again—hard.

Her walls clamped down around him, her thighs trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked her body.

“More,” Christian gritted out, his hips rolling, hitting the deepest part of her. “Make me cum, Ivy.”

“I-I can’t…” She was barely holding on, her body shaking from the intensity.

“You can take it,” he growled. “Just a bit more.”

Chapter 39 A Promise

His pace quickened, every brutal thrust pushing her closer to the edge—until a final, devastating wave of pleasure crashed through her.

She gasped, her body locking up as his thrusts turned brutal—deep, unrelenting, driving into her with a raw, merciless hunger.

His grip on her waist was punishing, fingers digging into her flesh, anchoring her in place as he fucked her through the overstimulation. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think—only feel.

"Hahhh—Christian!" Her voice broke as pleasure coiled violently inside her, ready to snap.

"Yes, Ivy," he growled, his voice thick with dark satisfaction.

He slammed into her, a final, punishing thrust—

And she shattered.

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