Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife
Chapter 75: I belong to you

Chapter 75: I belong to you

"Harder, baby!"

"As you wish," Calvin growled, flipping the panting woman beneath him, so she was on all fours. He thrust back into her with such force that she lost her balance.

Kayla’s hands slid against the bed, her face pressing down as her body rocked with each powerful thrust.

He tightened his grip on her waist, his rhythm relentless, punishing her like a wild animal.

"Please... Uh...please," Kayla chanted, her core aching from the repeated force.

Yet, she wasn’t begging for him to slow down; she craved everything he had to give, knowing this might be their last sex until whenever.

Christian was returning in few hours.

"You wanted it harder, remember?" Calvin’s voice was rough as his next thrust made her gasp. He followed it with a sharper slap to her backside, her body trembling with the impact.

With a sudden motion, Calvin pulled out of her, dragging her towards the dresser. He forced her to stand in front of the mirror, her eyes locked on his hard cock dangling behind her.

Kayla swallowed, her legs quaking from the endless rounds they’d gone through since that morning.

Calvin closed the distance, his hands caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, while his cock brushed against her ass. She leaned back against him, silently begging him to continue, feeling the urge to fuck herself with the nearest object if he didn’t.

Calvin pulled her head backwards using her neck. His lips captured hers in a fierce kiss, and for a moment, everything else faded.

"Please, baby. Get yourself back inside me already, please," Kayla whimpered desperately.

"I thought you’d never say it," Calvin smirked, his finger tracing the curve of her spine, lighting every nerve on fire.

Kayla could still feel the head of his cock teasing her entrance as he shoved her legs apart, pushing her further open. He was rough, just the way she liked all her men—but Calvin? He was the best. Despite his rawness, there was a softness in his touch, a tenderness her other men lacked. It was a tenderness that spoke of something deeper, something that made her feel loved, even in the chaos.

"I’m going to fuck you so well that even when you’re back with him, all you’ll think of is me. Do you understand?" he growled, slamming into her hard.

Kayla’s breath caught in her throat as she gasped out a sharp, "Yes!" Her eyes widened, hands gripping the dresser for support, her lip caught between her teeth.

Calvin’s gaze stayed locked on her image in the mirror—her lips parted, producing a symphony of moans and curses, her hair scattered, strands sticking to her face, breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. She was wrecked, a beautiful mess, and he loved that he could make her look this way. It reassured him that he still held that power over her.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, pulling her hair, his thrusts speeding up, becoming more frantic. He could feel her walls tightening around him, the pull of her climax drawing near, just like his own.

"You!" Kayla cried out, the word coming out like a desperate breath.

He slapped her jiggling ass, the skin turning redder beneath his palm, a loud smack echoing through the room.

Good thing it was soundproofed—otherwise the house staff would be wondering what kind of cousins they really were.

"You can do better than that."

"I belong to you, Calvin!" Kayla panted, her voice trembling as she came undone—Calvin following right after.

A satisfied smirk curled his lips. Cousins, indeed.

He caught Kayla just before she collapsed, their breaths ragged, chests rising in sync.

"I love you," she whispered.

Calvin nodded, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. As they stood there, catching their breath, he drifted back to the night Kayla first pitched this twisted idea. Their relationship had barely made it past two weeks when Christian came crawling back, full of apologies and promises.

He’d tried to stop her, tried to tell her that revenge only destroys the one who seeks it.

But Kayla wanted what she wanted.

And now, two years down the line, here they were. Him, playing the loyal soldier; except that wasn’t entirely true anymore. Somewhere along the way, the mission stopped being hers alone.

******

Lorenzo turned to Ashley, frowning, her earlier words echoing in his mind. What unsettled him most wasn’t the statement itself, but the raw guilt laced through her voice.

"What do you mean, sunshine?" he asked gently.

From what he knew, her parents had died in an accident, but Ashley had never told him more than that—and he’d never tried to push her beyond what she was willing to share. But now, hearing her say something like that... it made him want to know more. Not because he’d ever believe she could do something that terrible. Hell, Ashley would never hurt a fly. And if she ever did harm someone, then they truly, absolutely deserved it. She wasn’t the monster here. He was.

He just wanted her to let it out. To know she could trust him with the weight of whatever she was carrying.

But instead, Ashley shifted further away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to go home."

"Hey... relax, okay?"

Lorenzo moved closer, reaching out to hold her, but she pulled back, sliding off the bed.

"I’ll find my way out," she said, chin lifted in quiet defiance.

Always so damn stubborn.

"No, you won’t," he retorted, frustration creeping into his voice.

He could see it—this wasn’t just about leaving his place. She was running from the past, from pain buried so deep it still haunted her. And he wasn’t about to let her walk out of here trembling, looking so pale and broken.

Ashley’s gaze hardened as she scoffed. "Try stopping me."

And with that she made a dive for the door.

Lorenzo exhaled sharply, steadying himself. Three long strides and he caught her. He spun her around and pressed her gently, but firmly, against the door, his arms caging her in.

A mocking smirk appeared on his lips.

"Did you really think you could get away from me with these tiny little legs of yours?"

Ashley shoved at his chest, but he caught her wrists easily, pinning them above her head.

"Let me go," she warned, her voice sharp. "Or don’t blame me when I knee your balls."

Lorenzo’s free hand slipped to the leg she’d lifted between them, gliding upward with a slow, teasing motion.

Ashley’s glare slowly faltered, her breath catching in soft, involuntary pants.

"Why do you remind me of a kitten right now?" he murmured, amused.

Ashley blinked out of her haze, scowling.

"I’m not playing this game with you," she snapped. "Let me go, or I’ll scream."

Lorenzo chuckled, his expression lazy with amusement. "Did I mention how you were begging to kiss me last night?"

Ashley’s expression shifted instantly, the heat in her cheeks betraying her.

"It took a hell lot of willpower not just to turn you down, but to stop at your lips."

He brushed a knuckle along her jaw, pushing a loose strand of hair from her face. She stiffened beneath his flaming touch.

"But if you want to scream now, kitten..." he leaned in, his voice dark and low, "I can’t promise I won’t kiss every inch of you—especially this wet little heaven right here."

His hand dipped lower, just enough to graze the damp heat between Ashley’s thighs—a quiet, undeniable proof of how much their closeness was getting to her.

Ashley’s breath caught. Her eyes fluttered shut, thoughts tangled in a storm she couldn’t navigate. Her heart pounded, frantic and confused. What had she gotten herself into? How could he reduce her to this breathless, needy, and completely undone mess, with just a touch and a few carefully chosen words?

"I... I can’t talk about them. Not right now, please," she muttered, summoning the last shred of strength she could find.

When she opened her eyes, she met Lorenzo’s, soft and searching. Her heartbeat kicked against her ribs like it wanted out.

"I don’t need you to say anything until you’re totally ready, love," he murmured, his free hand rising to cup her face.

Ashley exhaled, one of the countless breaths she’d been holding ever since he appeared before her like sin in flesh.

"I just can’t let you out of my sight looking like this," Lorenzo added. "In fact, I might not be letting you out of my sight for a while."

She frowned. "What do you mean by ’a while’?"

"You put yourself at risk last night, going to that club alone and ignoring my calls. I was worried. So... I think it’s time you moved in with me."

Her eyes widened like saucers before narrowing into a sharp glare. Then she laughed. Humorless.

"Hell no. I can’t do that."

"Hell yes...you will, kitten. Especially if you still want this contract to continue."

Ashley tried to jerk her hands free, but Lorenzo grasp was firm.

"You’re such an asshole! How can you bring the contract into this? It’s been two months and you haven’t even made any progress. How do I know you’re not just using that damn contract to trap me?"

Lorenzo sighed, unfazed by her rage or the sharpness in her voice.

"Answer me!" she shouted, even though he was a breath away.

"Don’t you think it’s a little early to start questioning my competence, fearsome one?" he asked calmly, tone teasing. "Especially when I’ve actually got news about Vanessa?"

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