The Billionaire's Contract

Chapter 4: Moving In

Chapter 4: Moving In

Elena stood in the doorway of her tiny studio apartment, staring at the modest space that had been her entire world for the past two years. The walls were covered with her unfinished paintings, bold strokes of color that captured raw emotion and hidden longing. A single bed, a small kitchenette, and canvases stacked everywhere. It felt both comforting and painfully small now, especially after the opulent penthouse she had just left.

Two of Lex’s men, quiet, efficient, and clearly well-paid, were already boxing up her belongings with military precision. Her clothes, art supplies, and a few personal items disappeared into sleek black crates faster than she could protest.

Lex himself leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. He had changed into a charcoal gray suit that clung to his powerful physique like a second skin, the fabric stretching across his shoulders and tapering to his narrow waist. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the black ink tattoos that covered his chest. His raven-black hair was perfectly tousled, and those piercing ice-blue eyes watched her with dark amusement and unmistakable hunger.

“Having second thoughts, little flame?” he asked, voice a low, velvet rumble that sent shivers racing down her spine.

Elena turned to face him, her warm brown eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and nervous excitement. She wore a simple sundress he had chosen for her that morning, soft crimson fabric that hugged her full breasts and flared over her flared hips. No bra, as per his quiet command before they left the penthouse.

Every movement reminded her of the faint bruises on her inner thighs and the lingering ache from their encounter on the dining table.

“This is moving too fast,” she said, crossing her arms. The motion pushed her breasts together, and she saw Lex’s gaze drop to them instantly. “I have a life here. Friends. My job at the café.”

“You had a life,” he corrected smoothly, pushing off the doorframe and stalking toward her. At 6’4”, he seemed to fill the entire cramped apartment. He stopped inches away, one large hand coming up to cup her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “Now you have me. And everything I choose to give you.”

His thumb brushed her lower lip, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch. The scent of sandalwood, leather, and pure masculine heat wrapped around her like a drug. Despite herself, her n*****s tightened against the thin fabric of the dress.

One of the movers cleared his throat politely from the other side of the room. “All packed, Mr. Voss.”

Lex didn’t look away from Elena. “Load everything into the truck. We’ll follow.”

The men left, leaving them alone in the suddenly too-quiet apartment.

Lex’s hand slid down her neck, over her collarbone, and boldly cupped her breast through the dress. He squeezed gently, thumb circling the hardened n****e until she gasped.

“Lex… someone could come back,” she whispered, but her body arched into his touch.

“Then they’ll see exactly who you belong to now.” He pinched the peak lightly, sending a spark of pleasure-pain straight to her core. “On your knees.”

Elena’s eyes widened. “Here? Now?”

His ice-blue eyes darkened to stormy gray. “Here. Now. You signed the contract. I want to remind you what that means before we leave this place behind.”

Her heart hammered. The risk of sheer audacity made her thighs slick with fresh arousal. Slowly, she sank to her knees on the worn wooden floor, the sundress pooling around her. Lex towered above her, drop-dead gorgeous and radiating raw power.

He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the metallic click loud in the silence. He freed his c**k already hard, thick, veined, the head flushed and glistening with precum.

“Open,” he commanded softly.

Elena parted her lips, and he slid the heavy length into her mouth. She moaned around him, the taste of him salty, masculine, addictive flooding her senses. Lex groaned low in his throat, one hand fisting her long dark wavy hair as he guided her movements.

“That’s it… good girl. Take me deeper.”

He rocked his hips, f*****g her mouth with controlled thrusts. Not too deep at first, letting her adjust, but gradually pushing further until the head bumped the back of her throat. Tears pricked her eyes, but the heat between her legs only grew. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking eagerly, tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft.

“f**k, Elena,” he rasped, voice rough with pleasure. “Your mouth feels even better than your tight little pussy.”

He held her head steady and thrust a little harder, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the small apartment. Saliva dripped down her chin as she took him as deep as she could, gagging slightly but refusing to pull back. The power exchange the way he used her mouth so casually in her own home sent dark thrills through her.

After several minutes of relentless pleasure, Lex pulled out with a wet pop, his c**k shiny with her saliva. He stroked himself once, breathing hard, then hauled her to her feet.

“Bend over the bed.”

Heart racing, Elena obeyed, bracing her hands on the edge of her narrow mattress. Lex flipped the hem of her sundress up over her hips, exposing her bare ass and the slick evidence of her arousal. No panties he had forbidden them that morning too.

He groaned at the sight, running a large hand over her curves before delivering a sharp smack to one cheek. The sound cracked through the room. Elena yelped, the sting blooming into heat.

“Count them,” he ordered.

“One,” she gasped.

Another smack, harder. “Two…”

By the fifth spank, her ass was glowing pink and she was dripping down her thighs. Lex kicked her legs wider apart, lined up his thick c**k, and thrust into her in one savage stroke.

Elena cried out, gripping the sheets as he filled her completely. He felt even bigger from behind, stretching her walls perfectly. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He gripped her hips and started pounding into her deep, brutal, possessive strokes that made the old bed frame creak dangerously.

“Mine,” he growled with every thrust. “This apartment is done. This life is done. From now on, you sleep in my bed, come on my c**k, and wear what I choose.”

The angle hit her G-spot with every drive. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious. Elena’s moans turned into broken sobs of ecstasy as he f****d her harder, one hand reaching around to rub tight circles on her swollen c**t.

“Come for me,” he demanded, voice strained. “Let the neighbors hear who owns this greedy cunt now.”

The orgasm crashed over her without warning. She screamed his name, walls clenching rhythmically around his thick length as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her body. Her legs shook, vision blurring.

Lex followed with a guttural roar, slamming deep and flooding her with hot, thick ropes of c*m. He stayed buried inside her, grinding slowly as he emptied himself, marking her from the inside.

When he finally pulled out, he turned her gently, pulling her into his arms. For a moment the dominance softened. He kissed her forehead, then her lips surprisingly tender after the roughness.

“Time to go home,” he murmured against her hair.

Elena nodded, still dazed and trembling. As they left the apartment, her hand in his, she glanced back one last time at the life she was leaving behind.

She should have felt lost.

Instead, all she felt was a dangerous, addictive thrill.

The sleek black Maybach waited downstairs. As they slid into the back seat, Lex pulled her onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around her possessively. His hand slipped under her dress, fingers lazily stroking her c*m-slick folds.

“Rest while you can,” he whispered, nipping her ear. “When we get back to the penthouse, I’m going to f**k you again in every room. Slowly this time. Until you understand exactly what being mine means.”

Elena shivered, pressing closer to his hard, gorgeous body.

The car pulled away from the curb, carrying her deeper into his world.

And she was already aching for more.