Page 98 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Anticipation coiled tight in her belly as he lifted her effortlessly onto the table once more. The cool glass barely registered against her heated skin as he spread her thighs wide, his large hands gripping her soft flesh possessively. His gaze darkened further as he took in the sight of her—bare, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

“You’re dripping.”

His voice was a guttural rasp, filled with satisfaction.

Ivy gasped as he swiped two fingers through her slick folds, teasing her entrance before gliding up to her clit in a slow, torturous stroke. A strangled moan tore from her throat as he circled the aching bundle of nerves, featherlight, barely enough.

“Christian…” she whimpered, rolling her hips against his touch,seeking more.

But he only smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes as he kept his touch maddeningly light. “So desperate,” he mused, his fingers ghosting over her, teasing, tormenting.

And then—he pulled away.

Chapter 34 Beg

Ivy let out a broken sob, her body jerking in protest, chasing the pleasure he so cruelly denied her. Her nails dug into his forearm, her eyes wild with frustration. “Please,” she gasped.

“Not yet,” he murmured, gripping her chin between his fingers, forcing her dazed eyes to meet his. “You don’t get to cum until I say so,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers, his words a wicked caress against her trembling mouth.

A violent shudder wracked through her body.

“Christian…” she breathed, desperate, pleading.

His thumb traced over her lower lip, his gaze burning into hers. “Tell me how much you want it.”

She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her body trembling under his gaze. “I need you,” she confessed, voice wrecked, raw.

His pupils dilated, his grip tightening. “Good girl.”

And then—without warning—he thrust into her.

Ivy cried out, her back arching as he stretched her inch by inch, forcing her body to take all of him. The thick, unrelenting intrusion stole the air from her lungs, pleasure and pain twisting into something devastatingly euphoric.

Christian groaned, his head falling against her shoulder, his breath ragged. “Fuck, you’re sucked me in so easily.”

His voice was a strained growl as he pulled back, then slammed into her again, harder this time. The force sent a sharp jolt of pleasure ripping through her, her fingers clawing at his back, desperate to hold onto something, anything.

He set a brutal pace, each deep, punishing thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through her. The glass table trembled beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.

“You take me so fucking well,” he muttered against her skin, his teeth grazing the delicate curve of her neck. His hands roamed over her, gripping her thighs, her waist, her breasts—possessive, claiming. “Like you were made for me.”

Ivy could barely think, barely breathe.

Every drag of his hard rod sent white-hot sparks shooting through her veins, the coil in her belly winding tighter, unbearable.

Christian lifted one of her legs higher, pushing impossibly deeper.

A strangled moan tore from her throat.

“That’s it,” he praised darkly, his voice rough with control. “Give it all to me.”

Her moans were broken, desperate, her entire body tightening, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

Christian’s fingers found her clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles.

“Cum now, Ivy,” he ordered, his voice thick, demanding.

And she shattered.

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