Divorced, the Billionaire Comes to Kiss Me!

As I stood before the imposing Presidential Suite 7203, I took a deep breath. Tightening my fists, I steeled myself and entered the room. My voice quivered slightly as I called out, "M-Mr. Dwyer?" Silence met my call, and the dark yielded nothing but the sound of my racing heart. Since my mother's death, my father had brought home a strange woman and her daughter who was close to my age. In that instant, I understood my father had cheated on my mother and even fathered a girl. With my mother's passing, I lost my father too. Under my stepmother's tyranny, my life had been miserable. I had sought help from my father, but he saw only his new wife. He was indifferent even as that woman ousted my dementia-afflicted grandmother. Now, to settle debts, my stepmother had stooped to forcing me to... sleep with a man! Initially, I resisted fiercely until they leveraged my grandmother's life. My grandmother was my world, and I had no choice... Receiving no answer, I summoned the courage to call out again, "Mr. Dwyer, uh..." Suddenly, a strong arm yanked me back, pinning me against the wall and immobilizing me. Great pain surged through my back, bringing tears to my eyes. I was enveloped by a masculine presence, and the man's low, angry voice challenged me. "Did you drug me?" What? That was absurd! Why would he think that?! "I didn't! I don't know what you're talking about..." His hot breath and firm grip made me recoil, and I was desperate to escape. But then, an iron grip around my waist lifted me off my feet, and seconds later, I was thrown onto the bed. I then felt his heavy, searing body press down, his breath heavy in my ears. His body was pressed tightly against mine, the hardness of his d**k unmistakable. I had never been this close to a man before. Although I thought I was mentally prepared, the intense anxiety made my body tremble. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. "You, you..." In the dark, the vague outline of his face deepened my fear. His breathing was heavy and erratic, his body feverishly hot. He leaned in close, inhaling near my neck and swallowing hard as if he was enduring great discomfort. I wanted to escape the room, yet fear had paralyzed me, rendering me immobile. After a while, the man above me inhaled deeply, lifting himself off but keeping his hands firmly on my waist. His voice, rough and deep, broke the silence. "I'll give you a chance to push me away." What? Was he letting me go? His voice was seductive, tempting me to make a mistake yet seeming to offer me a last chance to escape. I tried to rise and turn away, but then I remembered my gravely ill grandmother. No... I couldn't leave! If I left, she would have to face her demise! Tonight, it wasn't just about me. I was also carrying the weight of my grandmother's life. Walking away was not an option for me. With this realization, I steeled myself against the fear and slowly extended my arms to reach for his neck in tremble. Tears streamed down my face, but I had to do this. "I won't go. Tonight... I belong to you." I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his in the darkness. His lips were soft and cool, with a hint of mint. Suddenly, his voice whispered in my ear. "Good. After tonight, you're mine! I will take responsibility for you!" Suddenly, the world began to spin, and his intense kisses blazed a trail from my lips downward, setting my entire body aflame. My n*****s swelled from his fervent attention, and my breasts were shaped and kneaded under his rough hands, sending uncontrollable shivers through me. With a burning desire, his fingers ventured into my damp underwear, teasing the sticky fluid he found there until they met a delicate barrier. In a place never before touched, I tensed like a statue. His intrusive fingers were caught within my v****a, unable to move. "Relax, babe," he whispered, sensing my inexperience. He gently patted my backside and patiently eased me into the moment while his fingers continued their dance. Synchronized with his kisses, he helped me slowly unwind. I felt my tight, heated v****a wrap around the intruder, and I was moving with ease. My face transitioned from anxiety to full-blown desire. A new and throbbing need surged from deep within. Unintentionally, I arched my back, releasing a soft and enticing moan. "Mmm..." The man's response was quick. His breaths grew short as he lifted my limp legs onto his shoulders. His shaft teased at my eager p***y and tentatively rubbed. "Here we go," he said. His statement felt like both a warning and a command. His hot and hard c**k pierced through, forcefully breaching my tight passage and filling it completely. Instantly, a sharp pain shot through me. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall and dampen the tangled sheets. Sensing my discomfort, he consciously slowed down, allowing me to adapt while the awakened nerves inside me started to stir and excite. The pleasure surged from the point of contact, racing up my spine to the top of my head. A dizzying mix of tingling, aching, and exhilarating sensations overwhelmed me. Caught in this relentless ecstasy, I wasn't tired at all. We had a thrilling night. ***** Pain jolted me awake the next morning. As I opened my eyes, the faint smell of tobacco wafted from behind mingled with a hint of mint cologne. In the dim room, I glanced down to see a firm arm around my waist, bringing back flashes of the previous night. "Morning." His voice broke the silence. He rolled over, his gaze locking on me in the darkness. My breath quickened, and I froze. "I'm going to take a shower. Stay put," he said in a cheerful tone. After pinching my cheek, he swung out of bed. However, I ignored his instruction. As soon as he entered the bathroom and the sound of running water filled the air, I quickly got up. I grabbed my clothes off the floor, dressed despite the pain, and fled the room. I needed to get back quickly to make my stepmother release the money for my grandmother's care. I couldn't wait any longer. ***** The sound of water soon ceased. A man came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His shape, tall, broad-shouldered, and narrow-hipped, seemed like a perfect model. His striking features were slightly disheveled, betraying a lazy satisfaction. He scanned the room but didn't see the girl. He couldn't help but furrow his brows. Had she run off? Despite his instructions to wait? How disobedient she was! William Collingwood was accustomed to women being sent to his bed since his adulthood, most of whom he barely had any interest in. But this time was different. It wasn't just the effects of the drug; it was her trembling yet strong voice, her unexpectedly comforting scent, and the cool softness of her skin. After their intimacy, he found himself unwilling to let her go. Although it was their first encounter, there was an unusual harmony between them that filled a void in his heart. By the end, he even entertained the thought of having such a clingy girl as a life partner. Then, he called his assistant, "Casper, find out about last night. Track down that girl for me."