บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Contractual Wife: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

OliviaI moaned as he increased the pressure, his other hand still working my breast. The dual stimulation had pleasure building fast, coiling tight in my core. "Look at you," Alexander said, his eyes fixed on my face. "So gorgeous when you're turned on. I love watching your expressions, seeing what makes you feel good." Three fingers slid inside me without warning, stretching and filling me. I cried out, my hips rocking against his hand. "That's it," he encouraged. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it." His thumb found my clit while his fingers pumped in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot inside me. I was gasping, clutching his shoulders for support as the pleasure built. "You're close," Alexander observed, his voice rough. "I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers. You going to come for me?" "Yes," I panted. "Don't stop, please don't stop." "Never," he promised, his fingers moving faster. "Come for me, Liv. Let me feel it." His thumb pressed down ha

OliviaThe cathedral was breathtaking up close, every inch covered in intricate marble carvings and statues. Hundreds of spires jutted skyward, each topped with its own sculpture. The facade alone could have kept me occupied for hours. "It's impressive," Alexander admitted, tilting his head back to take in the full height. "Impressive? That's all you've got?" I elbowed him gently. "This took nearly six centuries to complete. Six centuries of artisans pouring their lives into creating something beautiful." "When you put it that way, yes, it's extraordinary." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Want to go inside?" The interior was just as stunning as the exterior promised. Enormous columns stretched toward vaulted ceilings, stained glass windows cast colored light across the stone floor, and everywhere I looked revealed new details to admire. "Oh my god," I breathed, spinning slowly to take it all in. "This is incredible." Alexander watched me with that expression he got somet

OliviaThe café he'd chosen was tucked down a narrow street, all marble counters and gleaming espresso machines. Alexander was waiting at a corner table, jacket off, sleeves rolled up. "How were the meetings?" I asked, sliding into the seat across from him. "Productive." He pushed a cappuccino toward me. "Ordered for you." "Thanks." I took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. "This is amazing." "Wait until you try the pasta tonight." I laughed. "Always thinking about the next meal." "Can you blame me? Food here is an art form." We spent the afternoon exploring Milan properly. Alexander surprised me by actually putting his phone away, fully engaged as we wandered through historic streets. The Duomo was even more spectacular up close, every surface covered in intricate detail. We climbed to the rooftop terraces, the city spreading out below us. "This is incredible," I breathed, leaning against the railing. Alexander stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. "Worth the climb?"

Olivia"Very much so. He seems different. Happier, perhaps. More settled." Philippe sipped his wine thoughtfully. "It's good to see. He's been drifting for years, building an empire but not really living. You've changed that." His words surprised me. "I don't know about that." "I do. I've known Alexander since he was a boy. Watched him grow into the formidable businessman he is today. But there was always something missing. A lightness, perhaps. I see it in him now when he looks at you." Before I could respond, Alexander appeared at my side. "Philippe, I see you've met my wife." "Indeed. A lovely woman, Alexander. You're a fortunate man." "I know," Alexander said, his voice carrying a weight I felt rather than heard. His hand found mine, fingers interlacing in a gesture that looked effortless to anyone watching but sent warmth racing up my arm. Philippe smiled knowingly and excused himself with a slight bow, leaving us alone in the growing dusk. The yacht rocked gently beneath

Olivia"Alex," I gasped, my head falling back. "Love the sounds you make." His mouth descended to my right breast, his tongue circling the nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. I moaned louder, my hands tangling in his hair. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, while his hand worked my other breast. The dual sensation had me squirming, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache building there. Alexander's free hand slid down my stomach, fingers hooking in the waistband of my thong. "These need to go too." He dragged them down my legs slowly, torturously, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. When I stepped out of them, completely naked except for my heels, he made a low sound of appreciation. "Leave the heels on," he commanded. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively as he carried me the few steps to the bed. He dropped me onto it, the navy linens soft against my bare skin. "Spread your legs," Alexander ordered