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His Obsession: Bound to the Ruthless Billionaire

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Blurb: They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right. Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world. But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape. What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction. Then everything shattered. A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks. When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same. Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in. But Xavier has made one thing clear. He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears. Even if it means losing her forever.

His Obsession: Bound to the Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Adrianna's POV

"I want to apologize for what I did to you. We were young and I was reckless."

I should have known something was wrong when I received the text message from my sister. I mean Amelia wasn't the most friendly to me, none of my family was, but like the gullible unlearned girl I am, I believed and now, I'm in a hackle that I can't get myself out of.

"Amelia, Hi." I smiled genuinely, thankful that my sister was willing to apologize for all the maltreatment I had received from her over the years, but instead of hearing sorry come from her mouth, she slid a cup of amber liquid my way.

"Peace offering." she said with a tight smile. "After that, go to room 306, Grant too has something to say to you in there."

"Grant? He's here?" the excitement in my voice could not be mistaken.

She nodded, then pulled me into her, "Let's celebrate reconciliation!" she screamed in my ears and kept the drinks coming.

When I felt tingles in my finger, I tried to tell her I've had enough, but she replied, "One more, then you can find your beloved."

I eagerly drank the liquor and went searching for room 306 as a struggled to get my footing. That should have alerted my brain into going home, but I did otherwise, I kept looking and what I met was unexpected.

Helpless moans filled the room, the pleasure was intense, so much than I could handle, but did I want him to stop? No.

For God's sake, this is the man that I've been in love with for half of my life, we grew up together and when he finally asked me out, it was like Christmas came early.

And yes, he cheated on me with Amelia multiple times, but he's a good guy.

He looked like a god who was silently taking a rest, he was slightly shaking, from arousal, which I could tell. But, I thought nothing of it. Grant took off his suit. He laid on the bed, stubbornly refusing to fall into the temptation of touching himself. But, I wanted to touch him.

No. I needed to. At that realization, my body started heating up and the feeling I've never had to experience came rushing in.

Lust.

"H-help?" I begged helplessly. The man lying on the bed wanted to kick me out but when he tried to, intense desires washed over the both of us.

Without a word, he grabbed and tossed me on the middle of the bed and towered over me. Both our eyes were hazy and our desires had taken over.

"It h-hurts, please do something." I moaned and curled into his body, enduring the pain of want that I was experiencing.

The man, acting on his instinct took my small build into his arms. Both of our breaths were labored and lust had driven us to start kissing. And as the kiss deepened, I began to cling against the man's arms as we continued to indulge in our passion, like the lovers we were.

Moans escaped from my mouth whenever the man would suckle and nibble on my sensitive skin and later pinch his nipples. My clothes had already been discarded and I was completely naked, so was he.

Suddenly, something in me reminded me this was my first time and I really shouldn't be indulging in this kind of pleasure, especially with foggy eyes and mind, but the drug I ingested was too potent, there was nothing I could do.

I wanted to say stop, but another word came out, "H-hurry..." I tried to touch his erection as I begged, I felt tears pooling at my eyes, threatening to fall if I didn't get what I want.

I could feel that he too was holding back, but something was pushing him over the edge as well. He looked at me and I tried to smile through the pain, through the screaming at the back of my head, but my tears must have snapped his last thread of self-control, because the next thing I knew, he aggressively flipped me, lifting my trembling hips higher.

Cool air made me recoil, but he kissed me at my coccyx and my stiffness relaxed.

"Ready?" I heard his muffled voice and I nodded eagerly. I was like a sick patient and being intimate with this man was the only thing that could heal me.

Slowly and carefully, he pierced my entrance, causing moans to escape me. Waiting a few minutes for me to adjust before he picked up the pace and I was grateful. First thrust in and I feel so stretched, I wanted to crawl away but the connection was too deep and he took it slow.

Thankfully, I calmed down moments later and he took it as a sign. Pulling out, he thrust back in and the pleasure that washed over me sent me into frenzied state. I wanted more, and obviously he too wanted the same thing.

"Harder..." I didn't have to ask twice, because he gave me exactly what I wanted. Minutes later, I felt myself being flipped over so he was directly on top of me.

After what seemed like few minutes, I felt a warm liquid oozing into me, "Ohhh..." I moaned in a sing-song voice as I felt my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I felt so full.

I whimpered, but that only seemed to intensify his desires because despite having came, he still continued moving. I was exhausted at this point, I felt dry and wet at the same time. But, he was persistent and took control effortlessly. I let him, not like there was nothing I could do anyway.

After more warmth filled my insides, he finally pulled out, but because I was hazy from too much pleasure and the room wasn't well lit, I couldn't make out what he did after.

I felt him left the room into what I felt was the adjoining bathroom, then came back out and I felt him cleaning my body.

I giggled, "Oh, that's nice. Thank you G." I said and sleep soon took over.

Whatever this was, I'm sure we will deal with in the morning.

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His Obsession: Bound to the Ruthless Billionaire of Contents

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