First Temptation: The Billionaire's Game

CHAPTER 14

Alam mong may nagbago.

Hindi siya umamin.

Wala siyang sinabi.

Pero ramdam na ramdam ko.

The next morning, wala si Xan sa usual breakfast spot.

Pag tinanong ko si Luis, ang sabi: “Out early for meetings.”

Si Monique? Nagkibit-balikat lang. “Ayaw ata makipag-eye contact, girl.”

And for three days straight…

Cold.

Professional.

Controlled.

Para kaming bumalik sa Day 1—parang hindi nangyari ‘yung yakap, ‘yung halik, ‘yung gabing akala ko ibibigay ko na lahat.

Pero hindi siya umiiwas physically lang.

Umiiwas siya emotionally.

And it hurt.

A lot.

One afternoon, I walked into the design studio and found a note on the table:

Cassie—focus on structure this week. Less silk, more silhouette. —X

Short. Blunt. Business.

Exactly how he wanted it to feel.

Pero sa bawat tiklop ng tela, sa bawat sinulid na hinila ko, ang iniisip ko pa rin ay siya. Yung bigat ng katawan niya sa akin. Yung boses niya. Yung init. Yung pigil.

Ang hindi niya alam?

The more he pulled away, the more I felt the need to chase.

And this time…

Hindi ako lalaban gamit ang galit.

Lalaban ako gamit ang gusto niya pero ayaw niyang harapin—

Ako. In full. In control. In lace.

Padilim na. Tahimik ang buong mansyon.

Except for the click, click ng heels ko sa hallway habang bitbit ko ang sketchpad ko at ang lakas ng loob na pinaglaban ko buong hapon.

Nang biglang bumukas ang pinto sa hallway—

And there he was.

Xan.

Fresh out of a meeting or maybe the gym—naka-black shirt, may towel sa balikat, damp hair, and zero expression on his face when he saw me.

Pero 'yung mata niya?

Hindi nagsisinungaling.

Nagtagpo ‘yung tingin namin.

And for a full five seconds, walang kumibo.

Then…

“Cassie.” Isang tango lang. Controlled. Formal.

Parang hindi niya ako pinaghahalikan sa couch ilang gabi lang ang nakakaraan.

Napakagat ako sa lower lip, pero hindi ako umatras.

I stepped closer, eyes not leaving his.

“Xan.”

Tumigil siya. His jaw tensed.

He didn’t move, pero ramdam ko ang tension sa pagitan naming dalawa.

“Bakit parang… iniiwasan mo ako?” tanong ko, soft pero diretso.

He looked away for half a second. Then bumalik ang tingin niya—this time, colder.

“I’m not.” Maikling sagot. Liar.

“Talaga?” Lumapit pa ako ng isang hakbang, until halos magdikit na ‘yung balikat namin. “Kasi parang after that night, biglang nawala ka.”

He exhaled through his nose. Mabigat.

“Hindi lahat ng bagay kailangan ng continuation, Cassie.”

Oof. That stung.

Pero ngumiti lang ako, slow and knowing.

“Right,” I nodded, still not moving away. “But what if ako ang gustong magpatuloy?”

He stiffened.

Ngumiti ako ng mas malalim—dangerous, deliberate.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” I whispered.

Then brushed past him, shoulder to shoulder. Skin to skin.

I didn’t have to turn around para malaman na nanatili siyang nakatayo doon.

Hindi gumalaw.

Hindi huminga.

Because he felt it too.

And he’s not ready for what’s coming next.

I had just come from the wine cellar, exhausted, half-distracted.

Until I opened the door to the main study.

And froze.

There she was.

Cassie.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in moonlight.

Wearing… that.

A sheer, black lace dress—her design.

Long sleeves. High slit. Backless. And beneath the delicate fabric, nothing but skin and boldness.

My grip on the wine bottle tightened.

“Cassie.” My voice came out lower than I intended.

She turned to me slowly—confident, sure, deadly.

“Do you like it?” she asked, voice soft but sharp. “It's mine. I mean… I made it. For me. For tonight.”

I swallowed hard, unable to look away.

My mind screamed to walk out. To keep distance.

But my body? Already burning.

“You shouldn’t wear that,” I said finally.

She smirked.

“Why not?” she asked, stepping closer, heels echoing in the quiet room.

I didn’t answer.

Because I was too busy tracing the curves of lace hugging every inch of her body.

“Xan…” she said, stopping just in front of me.

Her hands reached for mine. Bold. Slow. Sure.

“I’m not confused anymore.”

She took my hand and placed it on her waist—hot, bare under the lace.

“I want this.”

Then she leaned in.

“I want you.”

For a second, nanatiling tahimik ang buong silid.

Pero kahit walang salita, ramdam ko ang paglalapat ng mga titig naming dalawa. His eyes were dark. Hungry. Halos nanginginig sa pagpipigil.

“I’m sure now,” sabi nya.

That broke him.

Biglang lumalim ang hinga niya. At sa isang iglap, nasa harap ko na siya. Hawak ang pisngi ko, hinaplos na para bang takot siyang mawala ulit ako.

He leaned down and kissed me.

Soft at first.

Then deeper. Hungrier.

Halos mawalan ako ng ulirat sa dahan-dahang paggalaw ng labi niya sa mga labi ko—parang tinatandaan ang bawat piraso ng bibig ko.

Dumulas pababa ang isang palad niya sa balikat ko, saka humawak sa baywang ko. Mahigpit. Mapang-angkin.

His thumb began to caress my waist. Pabilog. Mabagal. Mainit.

“Ang lambot mo…” bulong niya sa labi ko habang bumababa ang halik niya sa panga ko, sa ilalim ng tenga ko, sa leeg ko.

Napasinghap ako.

Then suddenly—he bent slightly and lifted me off the ground, hands cradling my ass, and I gasped.

My legs wrapped around him automatically. Our skin met—bare thighs, tense muscles, chest to chest.

Dinala niya ako sa kama niya—maingat, deliberate.

Pagkahiga ko, napaluhod siya sa pagitan ng hita ko at tiningnan ang katawan kong halos walang saplot.

He took his time, tracing his eyes over my chest.

Then, slowly, he lowered his head.

“Xan…” I whispered, already breathless.

His warm mouth closed around my n****e—and I cried out.

The first suck was soft, testing.

But the second?

God—deep. Wet. Possessive.

Sinipsip niya 'yon na para bang uhaw. Para bang gusto niyang kabisaduhin ang lasa ko, ang lambot ng u***g ko sa dila niya. Mainit ang hininga niya, at ramdam ko ang banayad na pagngudngod ng ilong niya sa gilid ng s**o ko habang sinusupsop niya ang isa, sabay kinakalabit ng daliri ang kabila.

My hips bucked involuntarily.

He moaned—moaned—against my breast as he sucked harder, then dragged his tongue in slow, wet circles around my n****e before going back to suck it deep into his mouth again.

“s**t… Xan… please,” I gasped, arching my back, offering him more.

He moved to the other n****e, giving it equal worship. Sipsip, dila, kagat-basa. I was writhing beneath him, barely holding on.

Then his hands moved—one gripping my hip, his palm kneading my waist, thumb stroking the line between my ribs and pelvis.

Yung isang kamay?

Gumapang pababa.

Over my stomach.

Down, down, past the soft patch between my thighs.

Until his fingers brushed over my p***y—still covered in sheer lace.

“So wet ka na,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

I whimpered, hips lifting toward his hand.

Dahan-dahan niyang hinawi ang lace sa gilid, exposing my folds. His fingers parted me, and I gasped as the cool air kissed my wet heat.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Dripping for me.”

Then, without warning—his mouth replaced his hand.

“Ahh—Xan!”

His tongue slid through my folds, licking slowly, deliberately.

Up. Down. Circling my clit before flattening his tongue and pressing hard.

I was shaking.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me open, to keep me there, and then he buried his face deeper.

His tongue moved in lazy strokes at first—parang pinipintahan niya ng laway ang buong p********e ko. Then, with one slow thrust, he dipped the tip of his tongue inside my opening—tasting me, teasing me.

“f**k—ang sarap mo, Cassie,” he groaned against me. The vibration made me moan louder.

I looked down and saw him—eyes closed, feasting on me like he was starving. His lips kissed, sucked, and dragged against my folds while his tongue curled up to flick my swollen clit.

“Please… please don’t stop—”

He didn’t.

He slipped one finger inside me—slow, stretching. I clenched around him, and he groaned again.

Then he added another.

Dalawang daliri, sliding in and out habang patuloy ang dila niya sa clit ko—alternating between fast, short flicks and long, swirling laps.

I was close. Too close.

My thighs began to tremble, and I tried to twist away, overwhelmed.

Pero hinawakan niya ako.

“Give it to me,” he growled. “Cassie, come on my mouth.”

That did it.

With a shattered cry, I came—back arching, hips grinding into his face, fingers digging into the sheets.

And still, he didn’t stop.

He kept licking me—riding out my orgasm, sucking gently until I was begging him to stop, sobbing from overstimulation.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen, chin wet, eyes wild.

He crawled up over me—pinagmasdan ang mukha kong pulang-pula at pawis na pawis.

Then he kissed me—deep, wet, and full of my own taste.

“Tangina, Cassie,” he said, grinding his hard c**k against my soaked p***y. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Then die here,” I whispered. “Inside me.”

He growled.

Hinawakan ni Xan ang bewang ko habang ang ulo ng ari niya, matigas at mainit, ay dumadampi sa bukana ko.

He looked at me—eyes dark, but gentle.

Serious. Soulful.

“Last chance, Cassie.”

Tumango ako. “Gusto ko ‘to. Gusto kita.”

He cupped my face with one hand, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

“Then I’ll take my time.”

And he did.

Dahan-dahan niyang ikiniskis ang ulo ng t**i niya sa basang lagusan ko.

Up and down. Labas-pasok sa pinakabutas, just barely entering me.

Pinupunit ako sa anticipation. Nanginginig ang buong katawan ko, trying to push myself down on him.

Pero hindi niya hinayaan.

“Easy,” he whispered, voice low and commanding. “Let me feel you.”

Ang isang kamay niya bumaba, hinimas ang balakang ko—pabilog, malambot, comforting. Parang pinapakalma niya ako habang tinutukso ako.

Then his fingers dug deeper—thumb brushing circles on my inner hipbone.

The contrast of his gentle hands and hard c**k teasing at my entrance made me cry out softly.

“Relax, baby,” bulong niya. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You already are,” I moaned. “If you don’t f*cking do it.”

He stilled.

At sa isang iglap, his mouth was back on mine—wet, possessive.

And then—

He pushed.

Bigla. Buo. Malalim.

“Ahh—Xan!” napasigaw ako, both in shock and pain.

Mainit. Masikip. Parang tinuhog ang kaluluwa ko.

He grunted, forehead pressed to mine.

“s**t—so tight… Cassie…”

Nanigas ang katawan ko. Parang napunit ako sa loob.

Huminto siya agad.

Hinawakan niya ang pisngi ko. “Are you okay?”

Napakagat ako sa labi. May kirot. Ramdam ko ang luha sa gilid ng mata ko—but I nodded.

“Keep going,” I whispered. “Please.”

So he did.

Mas mabagal na ngayon. Controlled. Sinisigurado niyang hindi ako masasaktan ulit.

Bawat pulgada ng pagpasok niya, ramdam ko.

Bawat galaw ng balakang niya, parang minamarkahan ang loob ko.

“You’re taking me so well,” bulong niya, breath hot against my ear. “You’re perfect, Cassie.”

Pinipigil ko ang hininga ko habang unti-unti niyang binuo ang koneksyon.

Nang maramdaman niyang mas relaxed na ang katawan ko, sinimulan niyang gumalaw.

Una, mabagal.

Swirling hips, soft thrusts—feeling me stretch around him.

Then, a little deeper.

Mas madiin. Mas mainit.

He cupped the back of my thigh, lifting it higher to angle me better—at ‘yun ang sandaling parang tumama siya sa puso ko.

“God—Cassie—this—” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

And then I felt it.

Pleasure.

Pure, rolling waves of it.

Yung kirot napalitan ng init.

Yung init napalitan ng pangangailangan.

I started to move with him—hips lifting to meet every thrust.

“Harder…” I moaned.

His rhythm shifted.

From slow, deliberate thrusts—

Too deep, fluid, claiming movements.

His name spilled from my mouth again and again like a chant.

“Xan… Xander… please… yes…”

He f****d me like he wanted to erase every other man who could’ve touched me.

Like he wanted to make sure he’d be the only one I’d ever crave.

I could feel him everywhere—sa dibdib ko, sa loob ko, sa puso ko.

Our bodies slapped together, wet and raw.

Then he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, lips crashing into mine in a messy, desperate kiss.

“You’re mine now,” he growled.

“This p***y—this body—is mine.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “All of me.”

He moved faster.

Harder.

The bed rocked beneath us. The headboard hit the wall.

I was unraveling.

Lumalakas ang ungol ko. Tumitirik ang mga mata ko.

My body was beginning to tremble again, this time from bliss.

“Cassie… I’m close…”

“Me too—Xan, I—” I gasped. “I’m—fck—I’m coming—”

And I did.

Bigla.

Malakas.

Parang binaha ng ilaw ang katawan ko.

Every nerve in my body lit up.

Ang katawan ko lumiyad, nanginginig habang nilabasan ako, habang sumisigaw ako ng pangalan niya.

He followed with a deep, hoarse moan, shoving himself fully inside one last time—then stilling, shaking as he poured himself into me.

Mainit.

Punong-puno.

Sagrado.

Hinila niya ako papalapit, katawan niya nakabalot sa buong paligid ko.

Habol ang hininga, pawis na pawis, pero ramdam ko ‘yung yakap niya—

Hindi lang para sa init.

Para sa totoo.

He kissed my forehead.

Then my closed eyelids.

Then my trembling lips.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you…”

I smiled, still breathless.

“You didn’t break me,” I whispered. “You made me whole.”

And for the first time, nakita ko sa mga mata ni Xander ang takot…

Not of losing control…

But of finally feeling too much.

“Mag-shower tayo,” bulong niya, “Mainit ang katawan mo.”

Napatawa ako, boses paos. “Ikaw ang dahilan.”

Pero wala na siyang sinagot.

Dahil binuhat ako ni Xander—hubad, pawisan, nanginginig pa rin sa sarap—at dinala ako sa banyo na parang wala lang. Parang hindi niya ako winasak sa kama ilang minuto lang ang nakalipas.

Binuksan niya ang shower. At habang bumabalot ang steam sa paligid, isinandal niya ako sa malamig na tiles ng pader.

Then—he looked at me. Parang gutom pa rin.

And then he dropped to his knees.

Hindi ako nakahinga sa anticipation.

But instead of staying down, he stood back up… and lifted one of my legs—maingat pero buong-lakas—at ipinatong iyon sa balikat niya.

Napakapit ako sa leeg niya, sa balikat niya. “Xander…” mahina kong tawag, nanginginig.

Pero hindi siya sumagot.

Dumukwang siya—dahan-dahan—at inilapat ang labi niya sa gitna ng hita ko.

Isang halik.

Isa pa.

At pagdampi ng dila niya sa pinaka-sensitibong bahagi ko, napasinghap ako.

“Ahh…”

Mainit ang hininga niya. Basa ang mga labi. Malambot ang dila niyang gumuhit sa hiwa ko, paikot, paikot, parang sinisiyasat ang bawat linya ng laman ko.

Then he sucked—gently at first—then deeper.

Parang gusto niyang kabisaduhin ang lasa ko.

Gumapang ang kiliti mula talampakan hanggang batok ko.

“Xander… ang sarap…”

Pumasok ang isang daliri niya. Mabagal. Makinis ang pagpasok. Sinabayan niya ng pagdila sa clit ko, pabilog, paulit-ulit.

“Ang init mo,” bulong niya habang pinifinger ako, sabay dila ulit.

Then two fingers. Mas malalim. Mas mabilis.

Hindi ko na alam kung saan ako kakapit.

Napayakap ako sa ulo niya, habang pinapanuod ko siya sa pagitan ng hita ko—nakatuon, masigasig, parang ako lang ang laman ng mundo niya.

“Please… wag kang titigil… ang sarap sobra…”

Hindi siya sumagot. Pero lalo niyang pinabilis ang dila niya—flick, press, suck, then another deep thrust ng daliri niya.

Napatingala ako. Napapikit.

Parang sasabog ako.

At nang maramdaman niyang malapit na ako—

Sinipsip niya nang mas madiin.

Tuluyan na akong nalusaw.

“Xander… Xander… ayan na… ayan na…”

Isang malakas na ungol ang lumabas sa bibig ko habang nilabasan ako—umaagos, tumutulo, nanginginig sa init at sarap.

Pero kahit natapos na ako, hindi pa rin siya umaalis.

Sinipsip niya lahat ng katas ko.

Maingat. Mabagal. Malinis.

Parang sagrado ang bawat patak.

Nang tuluyan siyang tumingin sa akin, nakangiti siya—mukhang busog pero bitin, masaya pero sabik.

“That’s exactly how I love seeing you—lost in pleasure.” sabi niya, hinihimas ang hita ko habang pinapanood akong manginig pa rin. “Yung nawawala sa sarili sa sarap.”

Napapikit ako, hindi dahil sa hiya—kundi dahil sa lalim ng naramdaman ko.

Walang bastos sa ginawa niya.

Walang pagmamadali.

Walang ibang gusto kundi akong mapasaya.

Then he leaned forward and kissed my lips.

And I tasted myself.

And I didn’t mind at all.

Humihingal pa rin ako. Nnanginginig ang katawan sa orgasm. Labi kong namamaga sa pag-ungol. Hininga kong habol pa rin.

Pero hindi pa tapos si Xander.

Nang mapansin niyang kaya ko pa, he stood—biglang hinapit ang baywang ko at isinandal ulit ako sa shower wall.

“Xan…” tawag ko, mahina.

Pero ang sagot lang niya ay isang sulyap. Mainit. Mabigat. Mapang-angkin.

Then—hinawakan niya ang hita ko. Isa muna.

Itinaas iyon. Ipinulupot sa bewang niya.

Then the other one followed.

At sa isang iglap—isinampa na nya ako sa bewang nya.

Ang dalawang kamay niya, nasa ilalim ng puwetan ko—mahigpit ang hawak, parang sinisiguradong hindi ako makakawala.

He positioned himself, ang matigas na ari niya nakadiin na sa bukana ko.

I felt the tip nudge against my entrance, still swollen, still soaked.

“You ready?” he whispered, voice low and hoarse.

I nodded, lips parted.

“Please… I want it… I want you.”

And then—he pushed in.

Dahan-dahan. Puno. Mainit.

“Ahh…” sabay kaming napasinghap.

The stretch made my head fall back against the cold tiles.

He was so deep.

So thick.

Parang sinakop niya ang buong loob ko.

Xander grunted, forehead pressed to my shoulder. “Ang sikip mo pa rin…”

Then he moved.

Slow at first—hips rolling forward, ang isang kamay nakadiin sa puwetan ko, guiding every thrust.

Napaungol ako, tumitili sa bawat atras-abante ng balakang niya habang ang ari niya bumabangga sa pinakaloob ko.

“Xander—ahh—ang sarap—ang sarap sobra…”

I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in, while my legs clung tighter around his waist.

He was f*****g me against the wall—raw, intense, primal.

Basang-basa na ang pagitan ng hita ko. Tumutulo sa balat niya, sa sahig, pero wala siyang pakialam.

“Look at me,” bulong niya.

I opened my eyes.

Nakatitig siya.

Hindi lang dahil nasasarapan.

Kundi para siguraduhing nakikita ko kung gaano niya ako gusto.

"I love seeing you like this… undone, trembling, all mine," bulong niya. “Yung wala kang ibang iniisip kundi ‘to. Tayo.”

He thrust harder.

Mas madiin. Mas mabilis.

Ang likod ko, kumakabog na sa pader sa bawat ulos.

“Xan—don’t stop—please—f*ck—there—right there!”

His hands squeezed my ass tighter, ang bawat galaw niya, parang sinasakal ang kaluluwa ko sa sarap.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Especially when you cum.”

Then he angled his hips—slightly upward—at natamaan niya ang spot na ‘yon.

Yung spot na nagpapawala ng bait ko.

“Xander—yes—there—again—please—!”

He pounded into me, deeper, faster, rougher, ang katawan niya, buong-buo kong nararamdaman sa loob at labas.

Hanggang sa hindi ko na kinaya.

Sumabog ako sa bisig niya—isang matinding climax na parang nilindol ang kalamnan ko.

Napakapit ako sa leeg niya, tumili sa balikat niya, habang ang katawan ko ay halos mawalan ng ulirat.

“Good girl,” bulong niya, habang patuloy ang pag-ulos. “One more…”

“I can’t—Xander—di ko na kaya—”

“You can,” he whispered, breath hot on my neck. “Give me everything.”

And I did.

Isa pang bugso ng sarap ang umalpas mula sa’kin.

At ‘yon na rin ang sandaling bumaon siya nang buo at napamura sa sarap.

I felt it—his release.

Mainit. Malalim. Puno.

Hinawakan niya ako nang mas mahigpit, habang unti-unti kaming bumagal.

Habol ang hininga. Puno ng pawis at halik ang pagitan namin.

Wala nang ulan sa shower—pero umuulan pa rin ng init mula sa katawan naming dalawa.

Dahan-dahan niya akong ibinaba, inalalayan ang mga tuhod kong nanginginig.

At sa huling sandali, habang nakasandal pa ako sa pader, hinalikan niya ang noo ko.

Mata niya nakatitig pa rin.

Mapang-angkin pa rin.

Pero ngayon?

May halong lambing.

Pagmamahal.

Pagpapalaya.

“You’re mine,” bulong niya. “And I’ll never get tired of loving you like this.”