Page 47 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

And then, at last, he tipped over the edge—raw, explosive, burning through every nerve—his body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside her, a guttural cry lost in the dark.

Krystal clung to him, their sweat mingling as they tumbled together into the hot aftermath, the world shrinking to just their ragged breathing and the pounding of two hearts still racing. Her breath hitched in ragged gasps, eyes fluttering shut as her heart hammered wildly beneath his touch.

He pulled out of her, then slid down her body. His mouth dove between her thighs, hunting for her slick heat. His rough, primal tongue ravaged her wet channel with hungry ferocity—teeth biting and tugging at her swollen clit one moment before soothing it with wet, teasing laps.

“Mhmmmmmhmm…” Krystal whimpered, her moans swallowed by the intensity. She couldn’t hear herself anymore; all she could do was feel—every lick, every nip, every pull burning through her skin.

His fingers found her nipples, pinching them hard as his thumbs flicked the sensitive tips with expert precision. The sharp sting mixed with the rough pleasure of his teeth tugging at her clit, sending jolts of fire racing through her veins.

Without warning, his long, thick fingers slipped inside her slick warmth, plunging deep and writhing like snakes, curling to find her most sensitive spot. His tongue flicked hungrily at her soaked cunt while his other hand toyed mercilessly with her nipple, sending shudders through her trembling body.

Krystal was trapped under him, helpless and exposed—whimpering, moaning, crying out, her entire body straining. She was a mess, completely at his mercy, and Lorenzo showed none.

“Ahhh…” her cries echoed in the room as she shattered, wetness spilling over his mouth and dripping from her softness, pooling beneath her on the sheets.

Her scent and taste only fueled his hunger more, driving him wild. He gripped the backs of her thighs, hauling them higher until she was spread wide open for him, completely vulnerable. Then, he slammed his thick girth back inside her, filling her completely.

Hours slipped by like moments. He kept switching—licking her raw heat with feverish hunger, then plunging deep again, fucking her hard and fast. The rhythm repeated, relentless and fierce, pushing her over the edge again and again.

***

Esther stood in front of the mirror in a sexy lace lingerie set, fluffing her curls and adjusting the barely-there dress that clung to her curves. The neckline plunged shamelessly, revealing enough to tempt any man, and the hem barely covered her hips. Her skin glowed, soaked in expensive bath oils, her body smelling sweet and ready.

She smiled seductively at her reflection.

“If I get pregnant tonight, he won’t have a choice,” she whispered to herself. “He’ll marry me, and I’ll be the queen of everything he owns.”

She slipped out of her room and hurried across the hall to the suite opposite hers. Pulling out the second key card, she quietly unlocked the door to VIP Room 15.

“Lorenzo…” she called out sweetly, stepping inside the dimly lit suite. Her eyes scanned every corner, her voice soft and sultry.

No answer.

She made her way to the bathroom. Still no sign of him.

Her heart skipped.

“Lorenzo?” she called again, louder this time.

Nothing.

Her voice turned frantic. “Lorenzo?!”

When the silence continued, her face drained of color. The realization hit her hard.

“What the fuck?!” she screamed, grabbing a glass off the bar counter and hurling it across the room. It shattered into pieces.

“I paid a goddamn million for this!” she shouted, fury burning in her chest. “Where the hell did he go?!”

Her scream echoed through the empty suite, her veins burning with rage. Her plan—ruined.

***

The dull ache in Krystal’s back woke her. She turned slightly, blinking at the soft morning light streaming through the curtains.

Turning over, her eyes landed on Lorenzo, fast asleep beside her, one strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist. His face was nestled against her neck, soft breaths tickling her skin, lips brushing gently over her shoulder in his sleep.

She blinked again, staring up at the ceiling.

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