Semua Bab I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : Bab 41 - Bab 45

Chloe “Six minutes.” I muttered to myself. The time was driving me insane. I had never wanted time to slow down so badly in my life. How was I supposed to do this? I wasn’t seductive. I wasn’t the type of woman who made men lose control. I was a housewife, a woman who had spent years being ignored, dismissed. The last time I had tried to seduce Logan, he had laughed, insulted me, and then fucked Amelia in the next room just to make sure I heard it. That night had destroyed any illusion I had about myself. If I couldn’t seduce a man like Logan, what made me think I could seduce him? A deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Are you just going to stand there?” he mused, lounging back in his chair like a king waiting to be entertained. “Is it so hard for you to seduce me?” I looked up, meeting his gaze. He was already watching me. He knew I was struggling. And he was enjoying every second of it. Was this some kind of revenge for last time? For how I had thrown myself at him i

Chloe I am fucking horny. No, worse than that. I am aching, throbbing, and shamelessly horny. The kind of horny that makes your thighs clench together for even the tiniest bit of friction. The kind that leaves your panties soaked, your skin flushed, your breath coming out in these tiny, pathetic gasps. And the worst part? The absolute worst part? This fucking man knows it. Oh, he knows. And he’s enjoying every damn second of it. I don’t know what’s more infuriating, the fact that he’s been teasing me this entire car ride, knowing I’m losing my mind, or the fact that I like it. I barely remember getting into the car. Didn’t care to ask why his supposed sugar mommy had given him a luxury ride with a private driver. Didn’t give a fuck about anything except the growing ache between my legs. His fingers drag slow circles along the inside of my thigh, never going where I need him to. Every time I shift, silently begging for more, he pulls away, only to do it again. I grip his wri

Alexander I watched her. I wanted to study her body. To learn every curve, every spot that made her shudder. I wanted to hear her moans when I pushed her past the edge, to feel the way her body clenched around me as she begged for more. I wanted to know how many times she could cum before she forgot her own name, and everything else. She would never run from me again. I would make sure that whenever she came, the only name on her lips was mine. My hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. She met my gaze, her pupils blown wide, hazy with need. I grabbed the fabric of her dress and dragged it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear before tossing it somewhere across the room. I took her in. White lace. It was simple and innocent, yet it nearly shattered my control the moment I saw it on her. She made me want to lose control. I hated it. But fuck, I wanted her. “Y-you—” she stammered. I pulled her flush against me. “You don’t remember my name, d