Page 97 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Christian leaned back on the couch, watching her every reaction with wicked amusement.

The vibrations grew stronger. Her arms trembled, her breath hitched as pleasure tore through her in hot, relentless waves.

“What—what is this?” Ivy’s voice was barely a whisper.

Christian’s gaze darkened. “A new toy for you,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to watch you fall apart before I fuck you senseless.”

“I can’t… I’m going to—”

“You will.” His voice was sharp, commanding. “And you’re going to take it.”

Ivy’s fingers curled against the glass table as the vibrations intensified. A strangled gasp left her lips as her body trembled violently, her hips rocking back instinctively, chasing more friction.

"Christian!" she cried out, desperate, her voice laced with pleasure and frustration.

Christian stood tall, caging her in like a predator toying with his prey. His firm grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place,his breath hot and teasing against the shell of her ear.

"You're already close," he murmured smugly, his voice dripping with authority. "It'll be over soon, Ivy."

Ivy whimpered, her body trembling as the pressure between her legs built to an unbearable intensity.

“You’re going to cum for me,” Christian commanded, his voice dark and possessive. One of his hands slid from her hip, trailing down, his fingers dipping between her slick folds. He moved with agonizing precision, rubbing slow, rough circles over her swollen clit.

Her breath hitched.

"Oh God… Christian—"

Her body went taut, and then the release hit her. Sharp, overwhelming. A raw scream tore from her throat as waves of pleasure crashed through her, shattering her completely. Her legs nearly gave out, but his grip kept her steady.

Christian growled low in his throat, his hand still working her even as her body convulsed beneath him. Her thighs quivered around his wrist, her back arching off the table as waves of pleasure wrecked through her. And he didn’t stop until she cum once more within those same few seconds.

Then, her body sagged against the cold surface, boneless and trembling.

Christian exhaled heavily, his hungry gaze locked on her trembling form. He took a step back, giving her a moment to recover, but the need in his eyes told her he wouldn’t wait long.

He reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it, and ripping it off his body in one smooth motion before tossing it aside. Histoned chest and sculpted abs gleamed under the dim lighting, each defined muscle flexing as he moved. His fingers made quick work of his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the room. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, taking his underwear with them. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, standing proudly against his chiseled abdomen.

Ivy turned her head slightly, her lips parting at the sight of him. Every inch of his body radiated dominance and raw, unfiltered desire.

"Take off your robe," he ordered, his voice deep, rough, almost guttural.

She hesitated for a split second, the intensity in his gaze making her stomach clench with anticipation. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she reached for the knot of her robe, undoing it. The silk slipped off her shoulders, gliding down her body before pooling at her feet. The cool air kissed her heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning in Christian’s eyes as he took in the sight of her.

A low groan rumbled in his chest.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he muttered, his hands finding her waist as he turned her to fully face him. His gaze burned into hers before it flickered down, drinking in every inch of her bare skin. His fingers trailed from her collarbone, down between the valley of her breasts, lower—leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He seized her waist, pulling her up with ease. A startled gasp left Ivy’s lips, but he was already turning her in his arms, molding her body to his. His fingers tangled in her hair, fisting at theroots as he yanked her head back, forcing her to meet his dark, ravenous gaze.

Her breath hitched.

The hunger in his eyes made her pulse skitter wildly, a delicious shiver running down her spine. And then his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, consuming. His tongue thrust deep, swallowing her moan as his hands roamed down the curve of her back. He gripped her ass roughly, dragging her against him, making her feel every inch of the thick, rigid heat.

A needy whimper escaped her.

Christian’s answering growl rumbled against her lips, the sound raw, almost dangerous. “I’m going to ruin you,” he promised darkly, his breath hot, intoxicating. “And you’re going to beg me for more.”

Her stomach clenched, desire pooling low, thick and unbearable.

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