The Billionaire Alpha's Secret Empire

Chapter4

Violet's POV

"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised to find Allaistar standing in my room, his mouth partially agape, like he’d seen a ghost. For a split second, I reveled in the expression on his face—it morphed from shock to something more intense, maybe awe?

“What are you doing here?” he managed to ask, his voice clipped. I raised an eyebrow at the absurdity of the question; after all, it was my room.

“I'm just getting dressed, of course,” I replied, letting a smirk play on my lips. I could feel the tension in the air. He was so serious, standing rigid as if every part of him was still unsure of how to treat me.

After a moment, he shifted his weight nervously, clearing his throat. “Are you alright?” His eyes darted to my bare legs, and I suddenly felt exposed.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?" I tried to sound confident, but doubt crept in, making me slightly self-conscious.

“I saw blood in the living room. I thought something was wrong,” he said, affecting a causal tone that didn’t truly hide the concern laced in his words.

I couldn’t help but see through his bravado. “Were you worried about me?” I asked, hunting for the truth underneath his layers of coldness.

“Worried about you? Of course not!” he denied sharply, but I could see the subtle crack in his armor.

It was strange how much he had changed. This was the longest conversation we’d had since our betrothal, and now he seemed different.

I noticed how his gaze lingered on me, no longer cold and distant. Was it just my imagination, or was there a hint of warmth creeping into his eyes? I wondered what had changed within him.

Regardless, I refused to make it easy for him to warm up to me.

“I cut myself while fixing my nails,” I explained, keeping my voice light, even as my heart raced. “The drops of blood were from that. I’ll clean it up as soon as I’m dressed.”

He nodded, eyeing me closely as I walked to the wardrobe. What was going on with him? I could feel the tension in the air, electric and thick.

I could sense him watching as I creamed my legs, the towel slipping up higher as I bent. I stole a covert glance, a thrill running through me as he swallowed hard. I smiled to myself, enjoying the effect I had on him.

Then I realized he was near. He stepped closer, and my heart skipped. A part of me enjoyed the game we were playing. I wasn’t going to let him off easily.

Before I could react, he gripped my waist, turning me to face him. “What are you doing?” I gasped, bewildered at his sudden closeness.

But he only pulled me closer, his breath hot against my skin, making my heart race all the more. I tried to pull away, stammering as I did, but his grip was firm, holding me in place like a predator.

“What has come over you? Why are you holding me?” I stumbled over my words, both confused and intrigued. “Let me dress up, so I can go clean up the blood in the sitting…”

But he cut me off, pulling me even closer and sealing his lips against mine.

The kiss took me by surprise—a flood of sensation surged through me. I had been prepared for a moment of tension but not for this overwhelming wave of hunger.

He didn’t hold back, like a beast unleashed. I found myself melting into his embrace, my initial hesitation fizzling out as he deepened the kiss. My body reacted instinctively, and soon I was responding in kind, my tongue meeting his in a battle of passion.

He kissed me harder, his hand exploring as it gripped my behind, and in a swift movement, he yanked the towel away. Just like that, I was completely exposed, left gasping for breath as he looked into my eyes, heat radiating between us.

What was happening? I felt a rush of pleasure coursing through me, his lips trailing down my skin. As he captured my soft curves with fervor, I couldn’t help but get lost in the sensations.

Then, as if sensing my desires, he let his hands drift lower, his fingers exploring as they made their way between my thighs. I was undone, a soft moan escaping my lips, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

Soon, he led me gently to the bed, then, without giving me a moment's notice, he sucked on my breasts hungrily and a gasp of pleasure escaped my lips.

While still sucking my breasts, his hand shoved his way into my thighs, and he purred when he noticed the flood he had caused down my hole. He parted my thighs as he prodded into me with his middle finger, his mouth now on my body trailing it with kisses.

I yelped even louder, my eyes were .closed as I thrashed around, a wave of orgasm hitting me. He didn't stop there, he prodded even harder with his fingers working some magic inside of me. He suddenly stopped as I stopped thrashing around and am now calmer from the throes of my orgasmic bliss.

I opened my eyes, staring at him with extreme desires and a longing look. I saw his turgid p***s from his pants and my mind raced even faster in the excitement of what was to come.

“Did you really want this? Should I stop?” He asked, his voice softer than I was used to, his expression a mix of concern and desire.

I shook my head vehemently, desperate for more. “Don’t stop!” I cried out, the heat pooling deep inside me.

He smiled as if my words spurred him into action, wearing a smirk that promised naught but mischief. And for once, I didn’t care about the consequences. All that filled my mind was the heat between us, the craving that had ignited just a moment ago, igniting my entire being.

In that fleeting moment, nothing else mattered but the connection we had stumbled upon. The chaos outside faded into the distance as we both lost ourselves in the storm swirling between us.

The world outside could wait, because right now, at that moment, we were caught in something beautiful, raw, and electrifying—a spark that threatened to consume us both.