Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife
Chapter 87: Every drop

Chapter 87: Every drop

Ashley was in cloud nine.

Her legs spread wide, wild, giving Lorenzo full access. He kissed her navel and trailed down to her clit, fingering her hard. She screamed, her body trembling with every stroke. He experimented—different fingers, different angles—until he found the one that made her scream the loudest, thrash the hardest, curse without shame. And that’s where he focused.

Her body had forgotten what real pleasure felt like. Now it was being reminded—again and again. It was like rising from the dead and being handed your favorite sin on a silver platter. Moans, groans, cries, curses—chaotic music filled the room.

Butterflies swarmed in her belly. Her walls clenched, deliciously tight as she neared her climax.

Lorenzo saw it, how close she was. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, and something unexplainable lit up her entire body, sending her toes curling.

"Please... ah!" Her lips trembled, her whole body shaking as she shattered in his mouth. He licked her clean. Every. Drop.

Crawling up her body, his tongue painted a fiery trail along her skin until he reached her lips. He claimed it.

Her panting was ragged, out of control. Every twitch, every moan, every desperate muffled sound pushed Lorenzo closer to the edge. Holding back was becoming torture.

"I’m going to fuck you now, sunshine," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck.

"Then do it," she hissed, soaked in frustration and need.

He pinched her nipples, his cock teasing her entrance.

"I want you screaming my name."

"Fuck me, Lorenzo. Or I’ll do it myself," she snapped.

That got a smirk out of him. He pinned her hands above her head, tying them with something she couldn’t even name. Didn’t matter. It was tight. It was unexpected. And it was turning her on even more.

She struggled against the restraint, frowning—half confused, half desperate—her arousal heightening.

"All you have to do is scream my name, princess."

A filthy curse ripped from her lips as he slammed into her. She jolted forward. His thrusts were savage, relentless. He wasn’t holding back. Every second without her, every unsaid word, every fear that she might disappear again—he poured it all into each punishing stroke.

He didn’t say he loved her. But his body did.

Every pull, every push made Lorenzo feel things he couldn’t name. From the moment their bodies connected, he knew—his fate was sealed. He was already undone the second he tasted her, and still, he dove in deeper. Why fight it? Whether he had her or not, he was a ruined man. Had been, ever since that first day he set eyes on her, nine years ago.

All he could do now was pray she’d eventually let him back in.

Ashley thrashed beneath him, desperate to touch, to hold, to feel him with her own hands—but bound as she was, all she could do was take all he gave. She was completely at his mercy. And when she screamed anything but his name, it only drove him wilder.

"You’re a disobedient one, sweetheart," he growled. He grabbed one of her legs, lifted it high—and slammed into her with a maddening force, hitting a spot that made her vision blur.

Stars burst behind her eyes, but she wasn’t ready to give in. It would take more than that to make her bow.

"Can’t stand being defied, huh?" she taunted him, breathless.

Lorenzo’s eyes darkened, bloodshot from knowledge of being teased. She wanted to play games?

Fine.

He answered with a thrust so deep, she couldn’t even scream—just clenched her jaw and arched.

Another followed.

Brutal. Unforgiving.

He flipped her before she could process the pain in her wrist. Seven punishing thrusts and hard spanks later, and she felt like she was going to collapse.

"Lorenzo... please... ah—" she cried out, biting into the bedsheet like it would save her from his wrath.

"The more disobedient, the better, princessa," he rasped, flipping her again, his mouth crashing onto her trembling lips. "Makes it more fun to break."

Ashley felt her climax close–but just as she was about to come, Lorenzo slowed down. Drastically.

It was punishment. She knew it. Felt it. She was a sinner, in hell, at the mercy of the devil. And that devil was him.

"Please—" she sobbed, swallowing what little pride she had left, her voice raw, begging for release he wouldn’t give.

His pace picked up again, just enough to send her spiraling, until, right at the edge again, he pulled out with a dangerous smirk.

If only her hands weren’t tied. After tonight, she was going to worship them, seeing how useful they could’ve been.

"I swear I’m going to die if you don’t get back inside me," she gasped. She couldn’t even tell if she was threatening or begging. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"How do I know you’ll be a good girl next time?" Lorenzo teased, flicking his tongue over her nipple.

Ashley didn’t waste a second.

"I’ll be a good girl."

"You’ll be my good girl," he said, and the moment she nodded, she felt him enter her again. Two thrusts later, and they both came undone.

He released her wrists and pulled her into his arms, holding her trembling body close. Their breathing was ragged, their hearts thudding hard.

He kissed her hair, savoring the scent of sweat and shampoo, the sound of her soft, broken breaths. His chest felt too tight, as if his heart might burst if he didn’t speak, if he didn’t release the emotions threatening to consume him.

He opened his mouth, hesitated, then whispered the words—selfishly hoping they wouldn’t shatter the blissful moment.

"I don’t think I can ever let you go, sunshine," he murmured, and felt Ashley tense slightly in his arms. Desperate, he continued.

"I’ve always wanted more than a contract with you. I know it wasn’t part of the deal, but I can’t stop. I want you more with every breath. It’s selfish, but I can’t help it. I crave forever. And now... I need saving. Because I don’t think I can survive on anything less."

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