Chapter 8: Limo Desires

The charity gala was even grander than the last one. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling of the historic ballroom, and the city’s wealthiest elites mingled in designer gowns and tuxedos. Emma stood beside Alexander in a stunning emerald green dress that hugged her curves and featured a dangerously high slit. Underneath, she wore nothing—just as he had ordered.

His hand rested low on her back, fingers occasionally brushing the curve of her bare ass through the fabric. Every touch sent heat pooling between her legs.

“Remember,” he murmured against her ear, “you’re mine tonight. Behave, or the limo ride home will be your punishment.”

Emma smiled sweetly at passing guests, but her thighs clenched at his words. The memory of Paris still burned in her body—the way he had claimed her over and over until she could barely walk.

Marcus Vale appeared again, champagne glass in hand. His eyes roamed over Emma appreciatively. “Black, you keep showing up with the most captivating woman in the room. Emma, you look ravishing.”

“Thank you,” she replied, letting her voice turn warm. She felt Alexander tense beside her.

Marcus leaned in slightly. “If you ever get tired of this tyrant, I know how to treat a lady properly.”

Alexander’s grip on her waist turned bruising. “She’s not tired. And she’s not available. Ever.”

He pulled her away before she could respond, steering her through the crowd toward a secluded hallway. The moment they were alone, he pushed her into a shadowed alcove and dropped to his knees.

“Lift the dress,” he growled.

Emma obeyed, bunching the fabric around her waist. Alexander buried his face between her thighs, devouring her pussy with hungry licks and sucks. His tongue fucked into her while his thumb rubbed her clit.

“Oh fuck—Alexander!” she moaned, hands gripping his hair. The risk of someone walking by made her even wetter.

He brought her to the edge quickly, then stood up, unzipping his pants. His thick cock sprang free, hard and leaking. He lifted one of her legs around his waist and thrust into her in one smooth motion.

“Mine,” he snarled, fucking her hard against the wall. “This cunt is only for my cock.”

Emma bit his shoulder to stifle her cries as he pounded into her. The wet sounds of their fucking echoed softly. He rubbed her clit relentlessly until she came hard, pussy spasming around him. Alexander followed, filling her with his hot load.

He pulled out, straightened her dress, and wiped his cock on her inner thigh. “Good girl. Now walk back out there with my cum dripping down your legs.”

Emma’s face flushed with shame and arousal as they returned to the gala. She could feel his seed slowly trickling down her thighs. The rest of the evening was torture—smiling through conversations while her pussy throbbed and leaked.

In the limo on the way home, Alexander raised the privacy screen and pulled her across his lap.

“You’ve been a naughty little tease tonight,” he said, spanking her bare ass hard. Each smack made her moan. “Flirting again. Time for your punishment.”

He positioned her on her hands and knees on the limo floor and slammed into her from behind. The car moved smoothly through the city streets as he railed her mercilessly.

“Fuck—yes—harder!” Emma cried, pushing back against him.

Alexander spanked her repeatedly, turning her ass cherry red. He reached around and pinched her clit. “Come for me, you filthy contract slut.”

She exploded with a scream, her orgasm ripping through her body. Alexander groaned and came deep inside her, adding another load to her overflowing pussy.

But he wasn’t finished. He sat back on the seat and pulled her onto his cock reverse cowgirl style. “Ride me. Show me how much you need it.”

Emma bounced on his thick length, moaning loudly as he guided her hips. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her clit. They came together again, her screams filling the limo.

By the time they reached the mansion, Emma was a trembling, cum-soaked mess. Alexander carried her inside and straight to the shower, where he took her once more against the marble wall—slow and deep this time, kissing her like he couldn’t get enough.

Later, as they lay in bed, Alexander held her close. “You’re getting under my skin, Emma,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t like it.”

She traced a finger over his hard chest. “Then let me go after the year.”

His arms tightened around her. “No. The contract says one year. And I always get what I paid for.”

Emma closed her eyes, heart racing. She was falling for the ruthless billionaire who owned her body. The question was—would he ever let her own her heart again?