I Became the Billionaire's Fake Lover to Get My Revenge
Chapter 95: Dangerously Addicted

Chapter 95: Dangerously Addicted

Anna’s nipples grazed against the soft bedsheets, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her as her body rocked in rhythm with William’s relentless thrusts.

Each time he drove his hard length deep inside her, she felt like she was teetering on the edge of blissful destruction. A tremor coursed through her limbs as she strained against the tie binding her wrists, her hips quivering with every overwhelming wave of pleasure.

The intensity surged through her in a flash of white heat, blurring her vision, and parting her flushed lips in a raw, desperate moan.

"Ahhh...!"

Another explosion of sensation ignited inside her—like fireworks bursting across her nerves.

William’s eyes darkened with desire, his brows furrowing with focus. Without breaking their connection, he shifted swiftly, flipping her onto her back. Their bodies remained locked together, her legs trembling as she felt the full weight of him press down against her. His movements became sharper, more deliberate, and another helpless moan slipped from her lips.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." William’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he pushed her thighs apart, plunging even deeper inside her.

’What...?’ Anna’s eyes widened in surprise at the cocky glint in his eyes. She was utterly confused. He’d already done exactly what she begged him for—so what on earth was he planning now?

And then it hit her.

William had only come once—while she had already lost count of how many times she’d climaxed. The realization sent a tremble down her spine. Before she could process it further, he seized her by the hips, pulling her lower body tightly against him. The sudden force nearly snapped the tie binding her wrists to the headboard.

His stamina was ruthless.

And he wasn’t done with her yet.

He moved with slow, deliberate thrusts, his dark gray eyes locked on hers the entire time—intense, searching, as if he were trying to decipher the truth buried deep within her gaze.

His jaw clenched silently, tension flashing across his features. William’s grip on her thighs tightened once more, his long fingers digging into her soft skin and leaving behind angry red imprints. His rhythm quickened, growing harsher, more ravenous.

In that moment, he looked less like a man and more like a beast unleashed.

He lunged into her, rough and unforgiving, his powerful body colliding with hers in a relentless rhythm that echoed through the room.

Anna had no control—her wrists bound, her body vulnerable to every intense thrust. She trembled beneath him, helpless but wildly receptive, her heated body yielding eagerly to the onslaught.

Within seconds, she came again, her entire form arching with the force of it, her tied hands gripping the loosened belt in a desperate grasp as the pleasure overtook her.

A violent shudder rocked through her, another jolt of electric ecstasy snapping down her spine.

But William wasn’t finished.

He didn’t pause—not even for a heartbeat. He kept going, driving her over the edge again and again, pulling her into a spiral of overwhelming bliss with no chance to breathe, no time to recover. The relentless pace forced Anna into a series of involuntary spasms, each one more intense than the last.

It felt like she climaxed with every thrust. Her body responded uncontrollably, and her lips, now raw, were caught between her teeth as she bit down hard, trying to endure the overwhelming pleasure. She didn’t even notice the blood at first.

She wanted to tell him to stop—to beg for a moment of mercy—but every time she tried to form the words, they slipped away, swallowed by her ragged gasps and the erratic pounding of her heartbeat.

At last, when the bitter tang of blood reached her tongue, reality struck her senses, and with trembling resolve, Anna finally found the strength to speak.

"William..." Only his name slipped past her lips, breathless and fragile.

Noticing the flush of red on her mouth, the man traced her lips with his thumb before gently gripping her chin between his fingers. His voice was low, coaxing. "What is it?"

Anna opened her mouth to speak again, but her words dissolved into a mixture of gasps and moans. The sound alone was enough to make William smirk with satisfaction.

"Just say it, Anna," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Frustrated and overwhelmed, Anna seized his fingers between her teeth, biting down—not hard, but with a desperate edge.

William only chuckled at her resistance. Her attempt to fight him was more endearing than threatening. He thrust his hips again, deeper this time, and in the same motion, slid his fingers further into her mouth, curling them playfully against her tongue.

She had no choice but to surrender.

It felt like her body was reaching its limit—stretched thin between sensation and exhaustion—yet she still couldn’t speak the words clawing at her throat.

The waves of relentless pleasure stole her voice, her breath, even her thoughts. William’s teasing whisper washed over her, a taunting echo she could barely hold on to.

"Are you still afraid to feel it all, Anna?"

The question hit her like a jolt of cold water.

Her dazed senses snapped into focus. Suddenly, everything became painfully vivid—the pulsing heat of his body moving inside her, the friction, the way her muscles clenched involuntarily around him. She felt the warmth of his skin against hers, the sweet intensity of his breath on her cheek, and the dark storm of his eyes bearing into her soul.

And just like that, it all made sense. She knew this feeling. She had felt it before. Her lower abdomen cramped from the sheer tension, her wrists tugged weakly at the restraints. She couldn’t even shield her face in embarrassment or pleasure—she lacked the strength to move, let alone escape.

She was completely undone.

"Ah... I can’t take it anymore..." Anna’s voice came out as a breathless whisper, laced with desperation.

But William didn’t stop. Instead, he spread her legs wider, his grip unyielding despite her weak attempt to close them. There was no strength left in her to resist him—not when his touch had already unraveled every ounce of control she had.

Her toes curled as she fought to hold herself together, but it was impossible. With each deep, powerful thrust, William pushed further into her, and she trembled violently, gasps slipping past her lips in a rhythm of helpless surrender—like a trapped creature trying in vain to escape.

She was coming undone.

Her lower body had gone limp, and she arched her neck, groaning from the overload of sensation. A strong, heated hand slid behind her head, gripping gently yet firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Look at me," William growled softly, his dark brown eyes boring into hers.

Her body convulsed again, the weakness spreading like wildfire, leaving her trembling and boneless. The tremors refused to stop, consuming her in endless waves.

William wasn’t done either.

He thrust harder, deeper, his gaze never breaking away from hers. Beneath the weight of that piercing stare, Anna moaned once more, her eyes fluttering closed under the pressure of it all.

"You’re beautiful, Anna," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned down to kiss her closed eyelids. "So damn pretty. No wonder I can’t get enough of you. I’m afraid I’m becoming dangerously addicted..."

Before she could respond, he flipped her over with ease and pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her neck, his hands roaming, cupping her breasts, kneading them gently between his palms.

Then he slid into her from behind, filling her all over again.

Her hips instinctively lifted to meet him, moving with a memory written into her very bones. She should’ve begged for him to stop—her mind screamed for rest—but her body responded on its own, betraying her exhaustion.

Pleased by her reaction, William leaned down and sank his teeth into the soft skin of her nape, leaving behind a fresh bite mark that pulsed with both pain and pleasure.

He pressed his body fully against hers, his hips grinding faster, his hands stroking and squeezing her breasts in rhythm. His voice was a low, seductive whisper against her ear.

"Tell me how it feels, Anna. I want to hear it from you."

"Good..." she gasped, barely able to form the word. Her lips moved again, unbidden. "Great... It feels amazing."

"This," William growled, his voice a trembling thread, "only you get to feel this. Only you."

A deep moan rumbled from his chest as he gripped her hips tighter, slamming into her one last time. The muscles in his thighs tensed, his breath caught, and with his eyes falling shut beneath his dark lashes, he came inside her, sinking his teeth into her skin once more as if trying to anchor himself to her completely.

It was a moment of shared euphoria—raw, primal, and intimate. Something that only existed between the two of them.

Even though Anna was drained to her core, her limbs heavy and trembling, when William collapsed beside her and wrapped her in his strong arms, pulling her into the heat of his body, the only thing she felt... was happiness.

Because in that moment, even though she was the one left breathless and spent—it was William who had been desperate to prove his love.

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