Page 124 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Ivy smiled, her hands gliding down his back as she leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. But before she could pull away, his hand slid into her hair, threading through the strands as he tilted her head back.

His lips crashed against hers, urgent and consuming. His mouth moved over hers with a fierce hunger, the heat of it stealing the breath from her lungs. His tongue brushed along her bottom lip before sliding inside, claiming her with deep, possessive strokes. His grip tightened in her hair as he kissed her harder, the rough slide of his lips sending a shiver down her spine.

Her hands fisted in his shirt, clinging to him as his other hand found her waist, tugging her closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. His kiss softened, his lips teasing hers with slower, languid movements—contrasting the intensity beneath it. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, tugging gently before soothing the sting with his tongue.

When he finally pulled back, Ivy was breathless, her head spinning. She turned away, but his arms wound around her waist from behind, locking her in place. His chest pressed firmly against her back, his chin resting on her shoulder as he held her close.

She reached up, slipping off her earrings as his hand slid down her side, his breath warm against her neck.

She sighed, nudging his chest playfully. "Wait up. I have to go pee."

Christian released her with a reluctant expression. She reached up, kissed him quickly on the lips, then disappeared into the washroom.

As she passed by, her leg brushed against her purse, knocking it off the bed. Without noticing, she stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Christian bent down to pick up the purse, gathering the scattered contents. But as he placed everything back inside, his hand stilled on a folded stack of papers.

Frowning, he unfolded them.

His expression darkened the moment he saw what they were—the marriage contract he and Ivy had signed.

A deep crease formed on his forehead, his grip tightening around the pages. His chest tightened with unease, a sudden wave of panic flashing in his gaze.

The bathroom door opened, and Ivy stepped out, only to find Christian standing stiffly, his eyes locked onto her. The moment Christian saw her, he strode over, holding up the papers.

“Ivy,” he said, his voice tight, “what is this? Why do you have this?”

She blinked, then followed his gaze to the contract in his hands.

“Oh, those—” she started, but before she could finish, he pulled her into his arms, his grip on her waist tightening.

“I’m not letting you leave,” he declared, his voice urgent. “Why do you have these papers? Where did you go today? Are you leaving me?”

Pulling slightly back from his crushing hug, Ivy took the papers from his hands. “No, of course not,” she said with a small laugh.

But when she looked up and saw his deadly serious expression—the kind that promised he was about to raise hell—she immediately turned serious. “No, Christian. Stella and other friends just wanted to see these for fun. That’s all.”

“You’re not lying?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

Christian’s tense expression softened slightly, but the worry remained. His grip on her waist didn’t loosen. "Ivy… don’t leave me."

Without hesitation, she ripped the contract papers into pieces in front of him and tossed them aside.

“There,” she said, cupping his face between her palms. “I told you, I’m not leaving you. I’m staying with you forever. I promise.”

Christian’s eyes softened completely. In one swift motion, he lifted her off the ground and into his arms. Carrying her to the bed, he sat down, pulling her onto his lap and hugging her tightly, his face buried against her chest.

“I love you, Ivy,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Overwhelmed with love for the man in her arms, Ivy wrapped her arms around him, she felt her heart racing for him.

“I love you too, Christian.”

Epilogue

~ Five Years Ago ~

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