THE BILLIONAIRE’S PUREST OBSESSION

A Body That Wouldn’t Obey

Kylian slammed the bathroom door shut behind him. He ripped his silk tie from his neck and tossed it toward the counter, followed quickly by his button-down shirt and trousers. He stood naked before the mirror, his chest heaving as he stared at his reflection in the dim light.

His body was in a state of complete rebellion. Between his thighs, his d**k stood thick and fully erect, pulsing with a strong ache that made his jaw lock.

He stepped into the shower and turned the handle all the way to the cold side, blasting the freezing water directly over his head. Kylian braced his palms flat against the cold tile, letting the icy water drench his hair and stream down his chest. He closed his eyes, expecting the shock to kill the heat in his groin.

It did not work.

The freezing water only made it worse. Instead of numbing him, the cold brought back the exact memory of the kitchen. He could still feel the sudden impact of Evangeline's full breasts smashing flat against his chest. His palms remembered her narrow waist through the plain dress. The contrast was driving him mad, she was small, soft, and entirely untouched by the men, yet she had broken his composure within seconds.

Even worse, the persistent ache in his stomach; the ulcer that usually felt like he swallowed glass every night, was gone. The warm chicken broth she had cooked was doing its job.

His physical body felt healed, and functional for the first time in months. But that physical relief was feeding directly into his lust, making his erection harder and more demanding.

With a grunt, Kylian wrapped his large hand around his throbbing shaft. He gripped himself tightly, his knuckles turning white as he began to stroke his d**k up and down under the running water.

He kept his eyes shut, trying to force a quick, release just to drain the tension from his blood. He picked up the pace, pumping himself roughly, his breathing turning into ragged growls.

But his body wouldn't cooperate. Every time he tried to picture the usual women he spent his nights with, the image shattered. All he could see was the thick, curve of the country girl’s ass bending over his marble counter, her blue eyes looking up at him with that cute innocence.

"f**k this," he growled out loud.

He stopped moving his hand, realizing a few strokes in the shower weren't going to fix this depth of frustration. The arousal was already sinking into his bones, and he hated it. He shoved the glass door open, grabbed a towel to wipe the water from his skin, and stepped back into the dark master bedroom.

He didn't bother putting on clothes, he just picked up his phone from the nightstand and pressed the speed dial.

The line rang twice before a smooth, familiar voice answered. "Kylian?”

"My place. Now," he commanded.

"Give me thirty minutes," Vanessa purred.

He ended the call without saying another word, throwing the device face-down onto the mattress.

Exactly twenty-five minutes later, the sound of the penthouse security lock echoed from the downstairs hallway. Kylian did not move from the edge of the lounge chair where he sat in the dark. He watched the bedroom door swing open.

Vanessa stepped into the room. She was a woman who understood the rules of their arrangement perfectly. She knew Kylian didn't want conversation, romance, or emotional check-ins. She had dressed for exactly what he demanded. Slipping her heavy fur coat off her shoulders, she let it drop into a pile on the floor, revealing what was underneath.

She wore a sheer, completely see-through black lace bodysuit. The thin fabric clung tightly to her slender waist, the dark patterns highlighting the pale circles of her breasts and the neat trim of her shaved cunt. She walked toward him slowly her hips swaying in high heels.

When she reached him, the scent of her perfume hit his throat. It was sharp, and nothing like the clean, wild thyme and fresh air that had filled his kitchen an hour ago.

"You sounded tense on the phone," Vanessa whispered. She didn't wait for his permission, as she stepped between his spread knees and straddled his lap, her naked thighs rubbing against his skin. She looked down at his thick length, which was already fully hard and leaking a heavy drop of pre-c*m against her stomach.

She leaned down, her lips nibbling on the tense muscle just under his jawline, before her wet tongue slid up to lick his earlobe.

Kylian let out a low, dangerous growl. His body responded to the physical proximity, his erection throbbing hard against her pelvis, but his mind remained entirely detached. He didn't want the slow, seductive routine she usually pulled. He didn't want to hear her voice.

He grabbed her hips, his large fingers digging bruises into her flesh, and flipped her weight off him in one rough, sweeping motion. Vanessa gasped as she hit the mattress, her back arching against the dark sheets.

"Less talking, Vanessa," he commanded, pinning her wrists flat above her head.

He did not ease into the encounter. He used his weight to move her body to the bed, completely dominating her space. His free hand moved down, catching the flimsy black lace of the bodysuit and tearing it down the center.

Vanessa’s breath hitched, her eyes widening with excitement at the raw aggression in his movements. She loved it when he took control.

Kylian shoved his hand between her thighs, finding her already wet. He pushed two thick fingers deep inside her tight p***y.

"f**k, Kylian," she panted, her head tossing back against the pillows. Her breasts heaved up and down as his fingers stretched her open, driving her toward the edge. She tried to lift her hips to meet his hand, but he held her down, his gaze fixed on her face, watching her control slip away.

He added a third finger, driving his hand deeper against her curves until her inner muscles began to clamp and spasm violently around his hand. Vanessa shrieked, her body shaking as a heavy, soaking orgasm hit her, her juices coating his fingers and palms.

Before she could even catch her breath or recover from the release, Kylian pulled her roughly to the very edge of the bed. He lined up his thick, heavy shaft at her wet entrance. His d**k was throbbing painfully, fully engorged and desperate for a release. Without any warning, he drove himself entirely inside her with one hard thrust.

"Ah! God!" Vanessa wailed loudly, her fingers clawing at the mattress sheets as her body took the full weight of him.

Kylian began to move, his pace fast and rough. He held her hips tightly against his heavy thrusts. He closed his eyes, forcing his focus onto her her body, trying to drown out the noise in his own head.

But the punishment didn't work. Vanessa’s skin felt cold under his palms; his mind kept remembering the radiant, warmth of the girl downstairs. Vanessa’s loud, practiced moans filled the dark bedroom. Every slam of his hips was an attempt to sweat out the memory of the young woman that had invaded his home.

He shifted his grip, lifting her legs high and resting her knees over his broad shoulders to open her even deeper. He drove into her with heavy thrusts, hitting every corner of her walls until she wailed again, her body breaking into another violent climax beneath him.

Kylian growled, an animal sound tearing from his throat as his own release tore through him. He came hard, pumping his hot seed deep inside her as his jaw ached from how tightly his teeth were clenched, totally ruined by the thought of the innocent girl sleeping just one floor below.