Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(One contract. One rule): Bab 91 - Bab 100

Alex’s povI sat in the car across the street from Ethan’s apartment, the engine off and my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. It has been days now that I haven't been to the office. I hadn’t answered a single call or text. I had pushed my meetings indefinitely, handed things over to Marcus and told my security guy back at my town house to block all visitors. At first, I told myself I just needed a few days, just enough time to reset and breathe after fighting off wolves from my company and getting things back in order.But a few days had turned into a week.Work just didn’t give me joy anymore. It didn’t give me reprieve, it just felt empty and mechanical. Like Numbers without meaning or power without purpose. I was exhausted in a way sleep didn’t touch and I knew I looked like hell………I feel like it too.I still kept tabs on Ethan.I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop.After Victor was declared no longer a threat, Ethan had thrown out the rest of the security I’d assig

Alex’s povThe holding cell smelled like metal, bleach, and dirty bodies.They took everything from me first. Wallet, watch, Phone, Belt, Cufflinks Damian had given me years ago as a joke about “never forgetting where you came from.” I watched each item disappear into a clear plastic bag with my name scrawled across it like it was evidence.Then came the photograph.“Chin up,” the officer said, bored. “Keep your eyes forward.”The flash went off. After that, they walked me down a narrow hallway and into an interrogation room that has one table bolted to the floor, two chairs and a camera in the corner.Two detectives came in. Two middle aged men, who had a calm look on their faces, the kind that told you they’d done this a thousand times and enjoyed watching people crack.“Alexander Veyron,” one of them said, flipping open a file. “You know why you’re here.”“I know what you’re accusing me of,” I replied. “That doesn’t make it true.”They asked their questions anyway. Where I was the

Ethan’s povIt was a picture of Alex with the headline*Alexander Veyron Released on Bail Amid Manslaughter Allegations and financial espionage*The anchor’s voice was merciless as words like explosion, evidence, insurance scam, financial manipulation flashed across the screen.“Tonight, growing outrage as billionaire business mogul Alexander Veyron walks free on bail,” the anchor said, her voice filled with barely disguised contempt. “A man accused of playing a direct role in the Stallins Industrial explosion that killed six workers, all of them ordinary people who never made it home to their families.”Images followed, burnt buildings, cracked concrete, photos of grieving relatives. “Critics say this is yet another case of extreme wealth shielding the powerful from consequences,” the anchor continued. “While families bury their dead, Veyron sleeps in luxury. While blue collar workers paid the price, a billionaire buys time.”A second commentator leaned in,“Let’s call it what it is.

Ethan’s povI don’t need to be asked twice. I crawl up Alex’s body, my arms going around his neck. His mouth is waiting for mine, hot and needy, and I slip my tongue past his lips. The kiss is wet and sloppy, and his hands grips my hips hard and tugs me closer. I tightened my arms around his neck as I straddle him, pressing our chests together and grinding on his cock through the towel. I can feel how hard he is beneath me, his dick thick and straining. My own cock aches. I haven’t come since our last time together, which was more than a month ago, and I can’t remember the last time I was this desperate. I grind down on him, rutting my dick against his stomach. He groans into the kiss and grips my ass, grinding me down harder against him.He breaks away from my mouth and trails his lips down my throat, kissing and sucking. When he reaches the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, he sinks his teeth into my skin. I jerk, moaning at the sting, and he sucks a deep bruise into my skin.

Ethan’s povI do as he says immediately, reaching underneath myself with my free hand to fist my dick. The first stroke is almost painful, I’m so hard. I cry out and arch my back even more, fucking myself on his cock as I jerk myself off.“Yeah,” Alex grits out from behind me, thrusting into me harder. “Good, baby. Just like that. I want to fuck your brains out.”I’m almost sobbing with pleasure, my body shaking. My prostate is on fire from the feel of his cock dragging over it, again and again. I bite my lip and fuck myself harder on his dick, squeezing it tight inside me every time he thrusts back in.“Jesus Christ.” His voice sounds broken. “Ethan.”I let out another helpless sound, and he leans forward over my back to wrap his arms around me. He pulls me up flush against his chest, and the new angle makes him hit deeper. I shout and clench tight around him, my entire body shaking.“That’s it.” He buries his face against the side of my neck, panting into my ear. “Going to make you