Page 81 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Her breath caught in her throat.

Without a word, Christian spread her apart, his fingers teasing her entrance before slowly pushing the first ball inside her. The cold metal sent a shock through her system, making her squirm. Then, the second. The third. And finally, the fourth.

She gasped at the sudden fullness, her inner muscles clenching around the unexpected intrusion. But that was all. A stretch, a weight—but nothing more.

Just as she was about to ask what he was planning, Christian’s hands smoothed down her dress, adjusting it back into place as if nothing had happened.

Then, without warning, he gave her a sharp slap on the ass. “Now, go back to your seat.”

Ivy swallowed, caught between shock and… something else. A tinge of disappointment flickered through her, but she masked it quickly. Adjusting herself, she slid off his lap and settled back into the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt with slightly unsteady hands.

She turned to him, her lips parting—

And in the very next second, Christian pressed a button on the small remote in his hand.

"Ah!" Ivy nearly jolted out of her seat.

A deep, slow vibration started inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hand shot out, gripping his arm as her breath hitched. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her thighs clamping together instinctively.

Christian tilted his head slightly, watching her with amused satisfaction. “Feels better now?”

“Christian—” Her voice trembled, her fingers digging into his forearm.

The steel eggs vibrated deep inside her, pulsing against her most sensitive spots, sending electric sparks of pleasure through her. She clenched her thighs, her entire core was pulsing with slow, relentless vibrations.

“I-It’s vibrating so deep inside me…” she moaned.

Christian reached over, his hand sliding under her legs, pulling them onto his lap. She shifted, sitting sideways against the car door, her legs draped over him.

“You’ll be more comfortable this way,” he murmured.

But comfort was the last thing on her mind.

The vibrations were maddening—too soft to push her over the edge, but strong enough to keep her on the brink. A torturous rhythm of pleasure that left her aching, desperate.

Then, Christian started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

He drove as if nothing was happening, his expression calm, focused, while Ivy sat there, trembling, struggling to hold in her moans.

Ivy clenched her hands into fists, her body trembling as the vibrations went from low to high and then back to low, teasing her mercilessly.

“Christian…” she whimpered, her head falling back, her fingers gripping the seat for dear life.

He didn’t respond. Instead, his hand slipped between her legs, pressing down on the vibrator. At the same time, he clicked the remote, turning it to the highest setting.

Ivy choked on a gasp.

The sudden intensity made her thighs quiver uncontrollably. “Oh God,” she moaned, her entire body shaking. The vibrations pounded inside her, deeper, stronger, sending her spiraling toward the edge.

Christian drove on, his face unreadable, as if he wasn’t fully aware of the torment he was putting her through.

His middle finger brushed over her clit, sending a violent jolt through her.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was soft.

Ivy nodded frantically, her lips parting, her breaths uneven. “C-Christian, aren’t we home yet? I can’t—I can’t hold it…” she pleaded.

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