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The Billionaire's Obsession; Her Toxic Desires.

The Billionaire's Obsession; Her Toxic Desires.

He is in pain, but so is she. He is her cure, and she is his sweet addiction... Resisting her boss is the hardest thing Caitlyn has ever had to do, especially when she's married to the man she thinks she loves. How can she be so lose and lack self control? She has no idea, all she wants is to be claimed by him, her ruthless billionaire boss. These dangerous, toxic desires will soon graduate into something more sinister and more twisted that she could have ever imagined. How will Caitlyn survive the danger that comes with being the billionaire's obsession? *** "You torment me." "You will be the end of me." My body shudders, awaiting his touch. Waiting is torture, I want him to touch me now. "Claim me, do it now." I whisper. "Well.." he breathes on my skin, "Your wish is my command, kitten."
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Chapter 3

Caitlyn's pov. Zayn, as if he had read my thoughts, pushed his hand up my thighs, stirring up the lust that I have struggled to keep buried since I started working for him. His eyes remained glued to mine, I felt him staring into my soul, his honey brown eyes compelling me to let go of my defenses and surrender to intimate touch. His nose gently brushed against mine, causing to shudder in pure anticipation. I got close to his lips but he retreated, sneaking his hand behind me, perfectly encircling my tiny waist in his large palm. With his other hand brushing off the hair on my face again, he easily swept me off my feet, and I was in his arms. I could hear clearly, the sound of my own heart thumping against my chest as I watched him carry me into his office and shut the door. I gulped in fear and excitement, wondering if I was really doing the right thing. "Who cares?" My subconscious said and I almost giggled. He stopped right in front of the long couch in his office, his grip around me tightening. I gazed into his eyes again, but this time around was different, he had a strange red tint in his eyes. It was almost dangerous, but I couldn't back away now, I wanted this badly. I don't even remember the last time I was touched, I needed this! "Your eyes are enchanting, I seem to lose control when I gaze into them." His breaths got heavy, and his eyes narrowed. "You look like you want to eat me up." I mutter with stifled breath. He let out a deep groan, gently putting me down on the couch. "I want to do lots of things to you, eating you up is just one of them." He stared at me from a two feet distance, undoing the first two buttons of his white shirt. I bit my lip, deciding to let my demons out with no regret. Perhaps it's the alcohol, but I'm loving this feeling. "What are you waiting for then? Come and get me." I let out an audible sigh, partly spreading my legs and watching the bulge in his pants grow as he stared at me. Getting on one knee in front of me, he pulls me close again, taking a long sniff of my neck and shoulder. "You're inviting the demon, be rest assured that it won't be this easy to get rid of me." He planted a soft, electrifying kiss on my neck and I shudder. "You're welcome.. demon." I drawl, trailing my finger along his bare chest. He jumped on me like a predator, hungrily claiming my lips, his hands around my tiny body. I couldn't kiss him back for a while because I was suffocating, but when his grip loosened on me, I parted my lips to allow his ravaging tongue into my mouth. He released raspy and heavy breaths, deepening the diabolically sexy kiss. I felt everything at the same time, I loved that his hands were exploring my body and causing my panties to get soaked. I loved how breathless and helpless I felt in his rough but seductive kiss. I loved every bit of it, the minty taste of his mouth, the tender feeling of his lips, everything! His hands slid under my skirt, reaching for my panties, he suddenly broke the kiss, leaving me panting for breath. "You're so wet." He announced, like he was surprised. "That's just what you do to me." I admitted. He grinned and continued to caress my thighs, teasing me repeatedly when his hand would reach my pussy. I sighed heavily, not wanting further foreplay. I just wanted his cock in me! "Take them off already." I told him but he chuckled and continued to fiddle around with my panties until he finally pulled it off. I shuddered when his finger poked my clit, a beautiful feeling shooting through all my nerves and causing the hairs on my body to stand. I stared into his eyes, unable to look away. His dark eyes were enough to prove to me that he was the demon that he said he was. "Do you want me?" He questioned, taking out his hand and moving them to my boobs instead. I nodded my head slowly, taking in my lip. "No, say it." "I want you." "You don't want me enough." He proceeded to take my blouse off, as gently and as slowly as he possibly could. His eyes widened as he stared at my breasts, his hand cupping each one. "So fucking beautiful." He muttered, fondling them softly. I sighed deeply, getting insanely turned on. He took a bra off with ease, exposing my cherry red nipples which his eyes seemed to be glued on. I squirmed under him, watching him lower his head to kiss my boobs, wet, slurpy, slow kisses that seemed to last forever. He gave each one his undivided attention, and I felt the tension build up in me. I couldn't hold back anymore, my soft moans echoed in the quiet office, my hand moving to the back of his head. "Do you want me?" He asked, his voice muffled as he still had his face buried between my boons. "Yes I do." I answered immediately. "No you don't." He said. What? What does he mean? "Zayn, I really do want you." "I'll know when you do." He responded, returning his lips to my nipple. I shuddered in pleasure, throwing my head back. His wet tongue curled and slid along the rough edges of my nipple, instantly putting me in a frenzy. I moaned, shutting my eyes and enjoying every movement he made. His hand ran down to my pussy and he started to stroke me, starting off slow at first and then graduating into long, fast strokes that left me panting for air and my mouth making sounds that I don't even understand. "Zayn.." I moaned, parting my lips and unintentionally pulling his hair. He stroked my clit until I could feel it throbbing, but he didn't stop, and his lips didn't leave my nipple. He switched from one to the other, and watching him intensified the heat that was reeling up within me. "Za.. Zayn." I panted, feeling myself approach a climax. My knees had started to shake, short and pleasurable spasms running up and down my spine. "Zayn.. oh my God." I tightened my grip on his hair. His teeth grasped my nipple between them, teasing, tormenting and pulling. It hurt, but I loved it so much. I was breathless, jolting uncontrollably. "F..fuck! Fuck! I'm.. I'm.." My head snapped back. "Oh! Oh!" I was jerking and jolting, but he kept stroking my clit, leading me to one of the wildest orgasms of my life. I cried out in pleasure, tears almost falling from my eyes. He stopped and just watched me. "That's more like it." He whispered, placing kisses on my face as if to calm me. "I can't keep this big boy locked in anymore, he might just burst." He admitted, pulling his belt faster than I have ever witnessed it being done. When his pants dropped, my jaw dropped, despite the fact that I was still trying to recover from the insane orgasm that he had driven me to. He was huge, bigger than I thought. As much as it scared me, I wanted it in me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "Do you think you can handle it?" He smirked, approaching me and grabbing my legs. He spread them apart, watching me in a rather meticulous way. "I want all of it, I want your cock buried deep in me." I answered. "Wow, whiskey does wonders huh?" He chuckled. This has to be the first time I've ever seen him laugh. I smiled back at him, and watched him slowly fit his member into my tiny opening. It hurt a little- okay, a lot. But I sucked it up and ended up taking in his whole length. "Yes.." he let out a groan, and began to thrust in and out of me. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget that you ex-husband ever existed." He panted, his thrusts getting insanely fast. "Please, make me." I begged, his cock destroying my walls- but I loved it.

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