Page 74 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

"Christian!" she protested, wriggling slightly. "I just got home!"

He ignored her, his arms tightening around her, holding her securely against him. The hard lines of his chest pressed into hersoft curves as he carried her upstairs without breaking stride. He entered the bedroom, slamming the door shut and heading straight to the bed. He marched over, and took a seat, settling on the edge of the bed with her straddling his lap, his hands sliding down to grip her waist.

His dark eyes burned into hers, his gaze heavy with intent. "I want to feel you," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

"I haven’t even showered yet," she mumbled, her breath catching as her fingers curled against his shoulders.

His lips brushed against her jaw, trailing down the side of her neck. "I’ll shower you with kisses," he whispered, his hands slipping beneath her shirt, fingers slipping inside her bra and tracing the delicate skin of her nipple as his mouth moved lower.

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Ivy came downstairs, the house filled with the rich aroma of food. Her stomach growled—she hadn’t felt hunger like this in years.

She walked up to the table, her eyes widening at the variety of dishes spread before her.

Christian, standing nearby, smiled. "Come here."

He took her hand, guiding her to the couch before making her sit down. Then, instead of letting her serve herself, he prepared a plate for her and brought it over.

"There are too many things on the table," he said gently. "You won’t be able to eat properly. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll bring it to you."

Ivy took the plate from his hands, but instead of sitting next to her, Christian knelt in front of her, resting his hands on her lap.

And then he opened his mouth expectantly.

"Do you want me to bring another plate for you?" she asked teasingly.

Christian pointed at her spoon, then at his mouth.

But instead of feeding him, Ivy put the food into her own mouth and grinned. "I don’t want to share."

Christian chuckled, rubbing her thigh affectionately. "Are you going to keep teasing me? If you tease me now, then when it’s my turn tonight…"

Ivy’s eyes widened, the food catching in her throat as she choked.

Christian laughed, taking the plate from her hands and pressing a glass of water to her lips. "Here."

She gulped it down, then shot him a glare.

In response, he only leaned in, stealing a kiss from her lips. His lips trailed down her cheek, her neck.

"Christian," she giggled, squirming. "I have to go to the office. Stop it."

He didn’t listen. She fell back onto the couch as he climbed over her on the couch, his body pressing between her legs, his lips worshipping every inch of her neck and behind her ear.

His kisses deepened, his teeth grazing her skin.

"I asked for a spoonful of your food, and you didn’t listen to me," he murmured, his laughter echoing in her ear. "Why should I listen to you now?"

"Christian!" she squealed, breathless with laughter. "Alright, alright! Stop!" Tears shimmered in her eyes as she gasped for air.

She was completely out of breath, unable to take the tickles anymore

Christian finally let go of her, his gaze locking onto hers, a soft smile playing on his lips. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers once more, this time slow and gentle.

Just as Ivy started to forget everything about the morning, the office, and the world outside, his phone rang.

Christian ignored it, his lips parting hers again, his tongue teasing against hers. The phone rang a second time.

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