The Billionaire's Secret Obsession

Chapter 2

Clara's Pov.

My vision blurred as the drugs surged through my veins, igniting an insatiable heat that made my skin tingle and my core throb with desperate need.

I slumped against the hotel room wall, my dress clinging to my sweat-slicked curves, n*****s rigid and pressing against the thin fabric. The handsome stranger—tall, broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline and dark eyes already clouded by the same intoxicating rush—locked his gaze on me.

His shirt hung half-open, exposing his toned chest gleaming with sweat.

A predatory grin split his face as the chemicals fueled his hunger. 'You look like you need this as bad as I do,' he rasped, closing the distance in two long strides.

His hands seized me, rough and demanding, yanking the straps of my dress down to bare my full breasts.

I gasped, arching into his grip as he cupped them, thumbs teasing my stiff peaks, shooting sparks straight to my pulsing p***y.

I clawed at his belt, fingers trembling as I unbuckled it, while he hiked my dress up my thighs, discovering my drenched panties and tearing them away with a sharp rip.

'f**k, you're dripping,' he groaned, sinking to his knees to shove his face between my legs.

His tongue dove into my folds, lapping at my c**t with ravenous swipes, sucking with force that nearly buckled my knees.

I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair, grinding against his mouth as ecstasy built swiftly under the drug's grip.

He rose suddenly, stripping off his pants to free his thick c**k, veined and unyielding, a bead of pre-c*m glistening at the tip.

His hands clamped my waist, spinning me around and bending me over the bed.

I braced on my elbows, ass raised high, as he seized my hips and thrust into me from behind, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal push.

I cried out, the fullness overwhelming, my walls gripping his shaft as he began pounding me fiercely, each forceful drive burying him deeper, his balls smacking against me.

'So tight, taking my c**k like a slut,' he snarled, one hand fisting my hair to yank my head back, the other snaking around to stroke my swollen c**t.

The pace was merciless, the drugs transforming every touch into blazing fire—my body quivered, p***y clenching as climax tore through me.

I screamed, my juices flooding around him, but he kept hammering through my release until his own surged.

With a raw bellow, he slammed deep, his c**k throbbing as he unleashed hot spurts of c*m inside me, excess trickling down my thighs.

We collapsed in a heap, breaths heaving, bodies drenched and exhausted, the haze hanging like a vow of more to come.

My body still buzzed from the tremors, my p***y slick with our mingled fluids, but the drugs wouldn't let the blaze fade.

I rolled onto my back, my eyes meeting the stranger's—his stare wild, his c**k already stirring against his thigh.

'Not done yet,' he murmured, voice heavy with craving, stalking over me like a beast staking his claim.

He claimed my mouth in a crushing kiss, his tongue plunging deep, savoring the salt on my skin as his hands explored me.

Fingers tweaked my n*****s, pinching with just enough bite to draw a whimper from my lips into his, while his knee forced my thighs open.

I parted my legs eagerly, hips lifting as I felt the crown of his stiffening length prod my entrance.

He thrust in without mercy, deliberate but fierce, parting my tender walls inch by inch.

I moaned, nails dragging down his back, pulling him further.

He pinned my wrists overhead with one hand, the other clutching my ass to tilt me perfectly, striking that inner spot that burst fireworks behind my eyes.

'f**k, you feel perfect,' he grunted, withdrawing nearly all the way before ramming back, establishing a tempo that reignited the inferno quickly.

I hooked my legs around his waist, countering each plunge with my own, our flesh colliding in a slick, frenzied rhythm.

Sweat rolled off his chest, splashing onto my breasts as he freed my wrists to latch his mouth onto one n****e, teeth scraping the tip while his hips drove without pause.

Tension wound tight in my belly, my c**t pulsing against his base with every roll.

He adjusted, slinging my knees over his shoulders to fold me beneath him, driving even deeper, his balls tapping my ass.

'Come for me again,' he ordered, his thumb pressing firm circles on my c**t.

The demand broke me—orgasm slammed through like a tidal force, my p***y convulsing around him, drawing out his release as I wailed, spine bowing off the mattress.

He chased it moments after, nuzzling into my neck, teeth sinking into my shoulder as his c**k thickened and burst, pouring another torrent of warmth into me.

We trembled as one, entwined in the peak, the air thick with our pants and the musk of our joining.

As the rush dipped just a fraction, he remained sheathed within me, poised for the night's endless demands.

Michael’s POV

The next morning, I woke up to find the girl still asleep beside me, lying on her stomach, her hair falling like a curtain over her face.

I couldn’t see what she looked like.

Last night, I too had been drugged.

I had entered the wrong room — and found her there, poisoned with something far more dangerous.

Her life had been hanging by a thread.

I had done what I could.

But she still needed medical attention soon… or she would die.

My hand hovered over her hair for a moment.

I wanted to see her face — but I was afraid of waking her.

So I withdrew.

Just then, my phone rang.

Urgent.

I had to leave.

My gaze fell on a bracelet resting on the table.

It must belong to her. Without thinking much about it, I picked it up.

She probably wouldn’t remember anything anyway.

I paused at the doorway.

My eyes lowered to the faint stain of blood on the white bedsheet.

My expression darkened.

She had been a virgin.

And then I walked out.

Clara’s POV

Hours later…

I woke up with my head throbbing painfully. Waves of dizziness washed over me as I sat up and reached for the glass of water at the bedside table, drinking it quickly.

My memories were scattered — shattered into fragments after seeing Evans and Emily in bed together.

Everything after that was a blur.

But one thing was clear.

I had lost my virginity.

To a stranger.

My chest tightened, but I forced the thought away. Some things were too painful to face.

Right now, there was something more urgent — the drug.

If I didn’t get treatment soon… I would die.

And no matter how strained things were between us, I believed one thing:

No father would allow this to happen to his daughter.

He would listen.

He would help. He had to.

I gripped the edge of the bed, anger and betrayal burning through my veins — hotter than the drug still poisoning my body.

Evans. Emily. All of them.

They would pay.

Without wasting another second, I rushed out of the hotel and headed straight for the Cole Mansion.