Page 82 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

“Not yet.”

Then, just as she was about to cum, he pulled his hand away. The vibrations dropped to the lowest setting.

“What—? No, Christian!” Ivy cried out, her body arching up instinctively, trying to chase the pleasure that had been cruelly snatched away.

The car rolled to a stop.

“We’re here,” he said, bringing the car to a stop.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her body was a trembling mess, her core throbbing from the denied release, her wetness seeping onto the seat.

She turned to glare at him, her eyes burning with frustration. He, on the other hand, only stared back with innocent eyes as if he had done nothing wrong. Pretending as if he hadn’t just tormented her to the brink of madness.

Trembling, Ivy pulled her legs off his lap, her body weak from the torment he had put her through. She turned her face away, looking out the window—

And then, her eyes widened.

This wasn’t Christian’s house.

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice thick. Sand stretched out around them, and a bright, modern house stood in the distance.

Christian stopped the car in front of the villa, stepping out and coming to her side. Before she could even open the door, he leaned down, scooping her up into his arms. Ivy gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck to avoid falling.

He started walking up the driveway and entered the house. It looked normal at first—grand interiors, a modern pathway, couches, and brown furniture. However, he didn’t stop in the hall. Instead, he walked straight through to the back of the house. Suddenly, a wall-to-ceiling of glass appeared. He opened it and stepped outside, revealing endless sand and the ocean beyond it. The sound of the waves crashing was music to Ivy’s ears. Ivy gasped in surprise.

Christian lifted her slightly, his lips kissing her cheek. "We’ll sleep here tonight. Are you happy?"

Ivy’s heart leapt in her chest. The ocean was her favorite place, and seeing it before her eyes, the very idea of sleeping near the ocean, made her heart jump with happiness. Seeing the smile on Christian’s face, the brightness reflected in his eyes, made her even more delighted.

Christian lowered Ivy gently to the ground, allowing her to slip off him, though his arms remained wrapped around her waist. But instead of stepping away, she turned to face him, her arms winding around his neck, fingers threading into his hair.

Their eyes locked, and in the next breath, Ivy arched up and kissed him—deep, desperate, breathless.

With each step forward, she pushed him backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, she straddled his lap, her knees pressing into the sheets as her hips settled over his growing arousal. She heard his sharp intake of breath, but she didn’t stop. Her fingers worked between them, freeing him, her heated core rubbing against him, teasing, tempting.

But just as she was about to take what she needed, the vibrator inside her suddenly roared to life at a high vibration setting.

A cry ripped from her throat as she collapsed onto Christian’s chest, shuddering in pleasure.

“Oh—God!”

Christian’s lips found her ear, trailing hot kisses down the side of her neck before capturing her mouth again. One hand tangled in her hair as he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. He attacked her neck with heated kisses, his hands roaming down to her dress.

In seconds, the fabric was gone, discarded somewhere on the floor.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the remote control, and turned the vibrator to its highest speed. Ivy’s legs clenched together, her eyes fluttering shut as an excruciating wave of pleasure coursed through her.

"Christian!" she gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation. His scent surrounded her, intoxicating, inescapable.

Then, just as quickly, the vibrations stopped.

She barely had a moment to catch her breath before Christian’s fingers traced along her entrance, teasing over the steel balls still nestled inside her. His other hand slid up her thigh, gripping firmly, making her shudder.

But Ivy refused to make a sound.

She had endured his torment for over an hour, her frustration mounting with every second he made her wait. She refused to give him the satisfaction of watching her beg again.

"Are you angry, Ivy?" Christian murmured, his tone laced with amusement.

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