Bound by One Forbidden Night: The Billionaire's Obsession

Claimed

Rosette's POV

His bedroom doors swung open. He didn’t set me down gently.

He threw me onto the bed.

The silk sheets swallowed me as I bounced, my dress riding up around my hips. He stood at the foot of the bed, watching me with predatory stillness, then reached for his belt.

The metal clinked. His pants dropped. His c**k sprang free, thick and already hard, the tip glistening.

My mouth went dry.

He crawled onto the bed, settling between my thighs. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his mouth hovering inches from mine.

“Last chance, Rosette.”

I shook my head. Pulled him down by the neck. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He entered me in one stroke.

No slow build. No gentle easing. He drove into me deep, and I screamed. The stretch was exquisite, burning, too much and exactly enough. He paused, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine.

“Breathe,” he ordered.

I gasped, clenched around him, and his eyes rolled back.

He started moving. Long, slow thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each stroke hit deeper than the last. The headboard knocked against the wall. My nails raked down his back.

“f**k,” he growled, picking up speed.

I could only cling to him, lost in the rhythm. Sweat slicked our bodies. The silk sheets twisted beneath us. His mouth found my n****e, sucked hard, and I bucked against him, a fresh wave of pleasure cresting.

“I’m close,” I whimpered.

“Not yet.”

He slowed. Stopped entirely. I groaned in frustration, but he just smiled, pulling out completely and flipping me onto my stomach. My face pressed into the pillows, my ass raised. He positioned himself behind me, teasing my entrance with the tip.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“f**k me.”

He complied.

The new angle was devastating. He gripped my hips, driving into me from behind, hitting places that made stars burst behind my eyes. One hand reached around, fingers finding my c**t, circling in time with his thrusts.

I came hard, screaming into the mattress, my whole body convulsing. He didn’t stop. He kept pumping, riding out my orgasm, chasing his own. Three more thrusts, four, and then he buried himself deep with a guttural roar, spilling hot inside me.

We collapsed together, panting, slick with sweat.

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Then he pulled me onto my side, spooning me, his softening c**k still inside me. His lips pressed against my shoulder.

“That was one,” he murmured.

I turned my head, confused. “What?”

His hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping between my legs again, finding me already swollen and sensitive.

“We’re just getting started, beautiful.”

My eyes widened as he shifted, rolling me onto my back, positioning himself above me once more. His c**k, still hard, pressed against my thigh.

“Round two,” he said, and his mouth found my throat.​​