The Billionaire CEO Betrays his Wife: He wants her back
Chapter 199: Pleasure

Chapter 199: Pleasure

Aveline closed the door behind her with a soft click, the weight of the city peeling away as she slipped off her jacket. Her fingers found the drawer with practiced ease, pulling out the sleek vibrator she kept hidden from the world, a secret sanctuary in the loneliness of her apartment.

She sank back onto the bed, the cool sheets contrasting with the heat rising inside her. Aveline’s breath hitched as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure, each pulse carrying her closer to a fleeting escape, to a place where no one’s expectations could touch her.

But just as she was spiraling toward that fragile edge, the door creaked open.

Heart pounding, she stilled, swiftly shrouding herself in her morning coat, the familiar armor. Ben stepped in, his eyes sharp, scanning the room.

"What are you doing here, Ben?" Her voice was steady, but the electricity between them hummed like a live wire.

Ben’s gaze didn’t waver. "Just checking on you. Are you seeing clients behind my back?"

Aveline’s lips curled in a knowing smile, the truth lingering in the space between them. "What, of course not," she said smoothly, the practiced ease of someone who’s danced this dance too many times. She knew the deal, every client, every secret meeting had to pass his watchful eye. After all, he took a cut, and Ben never missed his due.

His eyes flickered with something unreadable, possessiveness? Concern? Power?

They stood there, a quiet battle of wills, the room heavy with unsaid words and fragile alliances. Ben’s boots echoed softly on the hardwood as he stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, eyes scanning every corner like a hunter mapping his prey. He spotted the vibrator resting on the bed, innocent yet loud in its silent testimony.

"Another poor performer?" he quipped with a sly smirk, voice low enough to tease but sharp enough to cut.

Aveline rolled her eyes, the kind of tired but unbothered expression only someone who’s been around the block a thousand times could wear. The last thing she wanted was Ben lurking in her space, an uninvited shadow in her carefully curated world.

But Ben wasn’t done. "Well then, good news, I got you an extra client. Young, rich... you’ll like him."

Before Aveline could even blink, the door swung open, and in walked Caleb. Aveline’s first instinct was to send the man packing, but then she caught Caleb’s effortless grace, the magnetic pull she seemed to command in the room. This man, this force, was exactly what Aveline needed.

Ben’s smirk deepened, sensing the shift. "I’ll leave you two to it, then. Have fun." With a slow, deliberate step, he exited, the door clicking shut behind him like a whispered secret.

Aveline exhaled, the air thick with possibilities, power plays, and the electric hum of what was about to unfold.

"So, what, are you the talking type too?" Aveline’s voice teased, silk laced with a mischievous edge.

Caleb didn’t need words. With a silent, deliberate grace, he peeled off his shirt, muscles flexing in the low light, and began pulling down his pants, every move speaking louder than any sentence.

"I like that. The action type. Nice," Aveline purred, letting her morning coat slip from her shoulders, revealing skin kissed by shadow and light, gorgeous, fierce, untamed.

"Nice. You look like her." One cold, sharp sentence from Caleb before he grabbed her, pulling her down, his hands fierce and demanding.

Pinned beneath him, Aveline felt the world narrow to the pounding rhythm of his thrusts, deep, relentless, like a storm breaking loose. His grip tightened on her neck, every motion a fierce declaration, a chase that left her breathless, begging, crying out for more even as the fire consumed her from inside.

But Caleb was all about control, all about his pleasure, a predator on the hunt, relentless and unforgiving, driving into her with raw power, every thrust a story written in sweat and desperation.

She caught the shift, the quickening rhythm, the tightening hold. "Wait. Don’t come, not yet," she whispered, twisting him over beneath her, taking the reins, riding him with fierce abandon.

They moved as one, a perfect storm of breath and motion, crashing and colliding until the world blurred, and they came together as an explosive release that shook the bed, wild and untethered.

"Are you up for another one?" Aveline’s voice was a low, sultry challenge, like a flame daring the wind to catch fire.

That was all the charge Caleb needed. His eyes darkened with hunger, wild and unrestrained, and before she could blink, he was on her again, crushing her beneath his weight.

The world outside vanished, no names, no places, just the sound of skin meeting skin, breath hitching, hearts pounding in the same savage rhythm.

This time it wasn’t just rough, it was hungry. Each movement carved deeper, a dance of need and power tangled together, endless and unrelenting.

Aveline matched him, a fierce echo, her fingers tangled in his hair, her legs wrapped tight as if holding on to the last thread of control in a world spinning out of reach.

They moved, bodies slick with sweat, whispers turning to gasps, gasps to cries, each one a promise and a plea.

And as the night stretched on, the seconds blurred into a fevered dream, two souls crashing into one another again and again, chasing a high too fierce to tame.

After the second wave crashed over them, the room thick with the scent of heat and sweat, something shifted.

Aveline’s breath was ragged, chest rising and falling like a storm-tossed sea. Caleb’s fingers, once possessive and fierce, now trembled slightly as they traced trembling lines down her spine, like he was trying to hold onto her for just a moment.

Their eyes met, no words, just raw, naked truth flickering in the dim light. Not the lust screaming earlier, but something softer, fragile like they’d dropped their armor and found something trembling underneath.

Aveline’s voice, usually sharp and guarded, softened to a whisper. "Have you ever felt like you’re fighting against who you really want to be?"

Celeb’s grip loosened, and for a heartbeat, vulnerability cracked through his tough exterior. "All the damn time. Sex makes it better,"

It wasn’t about the sex anymore. It was about what dragged them here, the hunger inside, the loneliness disguised as strength, the craving for connection wrapped in fear.

"I will see you again," Caleb said, slipping his shirt back on and leaving the apartment.