All Chapters of The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Hell, I more than let him, I basically begged for it. My fingers curl into fists, and I press them into the sofa cushions as a wave of shame and let’s be honest, horniness rolls through me.No one’s ever made me cum before. No one but me.My cheeks burn, the truth of it so raw, so humiliating, that I want to shrink into myself. Should I tell him? Would he even care? Would he brush it off like it's nothing, or would he wear it like some badge of honour? Would he smirk that devastating smirk, lean in with that gravelly voice of his, and tell me it’s because I’m his now? Like I didn’t know that already, like I need reminding that he’s a sex god and I’m me?No. No way. I am not telling him. I’ll take it to my grave. Because then I’m the loser with zero experience, what am I supposed to say? 'Hey, Thorne, congratulations on being the first person ever to actually make me feel like a goddess instead of just some awkward mess fumbling her way through it all?' Yeah, that would go over

A loud, insistent meow cuts through the silence. I crack one eye open, glaring at Trouble, who’s now perched like a tiny dictator beside the phone, his golden gaze bouncing between me and the device.“Are you serious?” I mutter, narrowing my eyes. He lets out another commanding yowl, this one sharper, as if to say, Don’t make me repeat myself.“Fuck’s sake” I groan, snatching the phone up. “Fine. You win.”I pound out my reply, blaming the phone for all my problems.‘I’m awake because those delightful drugs have my circadian rhythm doing the cha-cha. Also, your relentless messaging just ruined the perfect sofa groove I had going. Hope you’re happy.’The response comes in seconds:‘You didn’t answer my questions.’I close my eyes. This man.‘Yes, my headache has gone, no thanks to you making me look at damaging bluelight.’5 seconds, it vibrates again.‘Have you eaten yet?’It’s a simple question, I know he's testing me. I could lie, but I just know he would know.‘Sort of.’The thre

What? No. No, no, no. Why is that worse? My stomach lurches.Thorne hasn’t gone full vigilante, but he tried to, and now Ethan’s vanished. My skin prickles, the phantom sensation of eyes watching me crawling up my spine.The three dots appear again, and another message pops up.‘Come to my office when everyone has left this evening.’Of course he would phrase it like a Bond villain.‘No, I have to go home and feed Trouble.’The reply is instant.‘It wasn’t a request, Maci.’Fan-fucking-tastic.I don’t leave my desk all day. Whispers circle the office about Ethan possibly “taking off” and whether he’ll be sacked. I don’t have time for it. Not when I’m buried in work for the new account, I’m apparently now spearheading.By the time I finally glance up from my desk, it’s eerily quiet. It’s just me and Emma now, the hum of the fluorescent lights filling the silence.“Want me to walk you to your bus, doll?” she asks, breaking the stillness.“Thanks, Emma, but I’m just going to finish this

His fingers curl into fists on the desk, and when he speaks, his voice is completely measured.“I will claw him out of whatever hole he has buried himself in. Then, I will just…take my time. Break a finger or two first, maybe an arm, just to hear him beg for a while. I’ll leave him like that, limbs hanging on, pain increasing, infection setting in. Slowly chipping away pieces of him. He will suffer through it, none of it will be quick. After all that, I'm going to peel the flesh from his body, until it all finally gives out and whatever pathetic excuse for a soul he has, slithers off to the depths of the pit it was birthed from”The words hang in the air, the ground ripped out from under me. I swallow back the bile making its way up my throat.“Jesus, Thorne,” I whisper, “You’re serious.”His eyes don’t leave mine. “Serious doesn’t cover it, Maci. I’d burn the world to ash at your word and make him watch as the flames licked his skin before I ended him.”My pulse stutters at the posses

But I do. I really do. I have never been so sure that whatever this is, whatever he's holding back, I need to know. My body demands it.Dipping closer I whisper softly. "You feel so big," So low I'm surprised he hears me. "I can't stop, Thorne. I need to feel it, inside me."A ragged growl tears free from his throat, he places my hands back to his chest and takes up his grip on my hips, his fingers digging into skin as he drags me down against the base of his cock.The thick ridge of flesh there presses against me perfectly, and I cry out, the pleasure too much.My hips move faster, my body chasing the peak that's so close. Every stroke of my clit against his base sends shock-waves through me, my pleasure mounting with each desperate grind.Moving his hands to my waist, he starts to guide me, moving my body faster and harder across his whole length.I can feel the rawness of his need in every touch, every groan, every twitch of his cock beneath me. His scent is everywhere, intoxicatin