Page 51 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

"Sleep with me," he mumbled, his voice husky with drowsiness.

Ivy bit her lip, frowning. "No. Let go."

Instead of letting her go, Christian placed his hand on her face and pulled her close, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She squirmed, trying to pull away, but his hand slid lower, his touch trailing over her body before slipping between her legs.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she knit her brows together, gripping his hand to stop him before he could slip his fingers inside her.

He pulled back slightly, his expression darkening. "Let me do it," he muttered, his fingers still insistently seeking her slick heat.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her legs trembling. Her body was still sensitive from last night, her body barely able to handle his teasing.

"Hey!" she snapped, yanking his hand away and placing it firmly on his chest as she sat up. "I can't." She swallowed hard before muttering, "I'm… s-sensitive because of last night."

A slow, proud smile stretched across Christian’s lips. His gaze turned intimate, searing as it roamed over her exposed skin. Hickeys covered her neck and chest—visible even though she clutched the bedsheet to her breasts.

"It's not something to be proud of!" she snapped, noticing that look. Heat rushed to her face as she scrambled out of bed.

Christian propped himself up on one elbow, his expression lazy yet predatory as his gaze traced the curve of her body. "I don't think you mean that."

He extended a hand toward her. "Come here," he coaxed, his voice a low murmur. "I'll show you. I promise I'll be gentle this time."

Her eyes widened, and she instinctively stepped back. After an entire night of relentless passion, he still wanted more? Hadn't he shown her enough already?

Without another word, she spun around and rushed toward the bathroom. But just as she was about to slam the door shut, a firm hand stopped it.

Christian stepped inside with a slow, predatory stride, his presence sending a thousand butterflies in her stomach.

She gaped at him in shock. "Christian! Get out! I need to get to the office in an hour!"

Ignoring her protest, he reached for the shower controls, flipping them on. Hot water cascaded down both of them in an instant, soaking the sheet wrapped around her body. The thin fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

Before she could react, he marched up to her, pinning her against the cold shower wall. His large hands slid up her waist, pressing her firmly against the tiles as his mouth descended onto hers. His lips were hot and demanding, parting hers with a possessive hunger that left her breathless.

His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her deeply. His hands roamed over her wet skin, sliding down her back and cupping her ass as he pressed his hard body against her. A low groanrumbled from his throat as his hand slid up, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the soaked fabric.

"You're not going anywhere today," he murmured against her lips, his voice dark and husky.

Chapter 18 Find Her

Her breath hitched as his hand slipped beneath the wet sheet, his fingers finding the soft heat between her thighs. A gasp escaped her as he stroked her slowly, his other hand tangling in her wet hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved down to her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin, leaving faint marks as his fingers worked her toward the edge.

Her knees buckled, her body melting under his touch. Christian caught her easily, lifting her against the wall. His lips returned to hers, rough and unrelenting, while his hand slid under her thigh, pulling her leg around his waist. He pressed into her, making her feel every hard inch of him through the soaked barrier between them.

A broken moan left her lips as his hand slid higher, his fingers teasing the sensitive spot that made her arch against him. He growled, his mouth trailing down to her collarbone.

By the time she finally escaped his grip and managed to put on a dress, the sun was already setting. Her entire body ached—her legs, her nipples—everything. Her lips were swollen, and the marks on her neck would take days to fade.

Christian hadn’t let her leave the bedroom all day. It was as if he thought she’d vanish the moment he let her go. Every time she tried to pull away, his insistent fingers would find her weak spots, making her surrender over and over again.

Until utterly exhausted, she finally muttered, "I'm hungry, Christian."

At once, he finally loosened his grip, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice unexpectedly gentle. "I forgot."

Releasing her from his arms, he let her slip into the bathroom to freshen up while he picked up his phone and called the maids, instructing them to set up dinner. By the time she emerged, he was already waiting for her. Without a word, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"Give me five minutes," he murmured before heading into the bathroom.

Ivy sat at the dresser, drying her hair. True to his word, Christian walked out within five minutes, freshly showered and dressed in only a pair of trousers, his toned chest on full display.

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