The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival-Chapter 47. R18: Unbearable Pleasure.

"What have you done?" Nicolette gasped as she slammed the door shut.

Her heart pounded heavily. Her eyes were wide with shock. Her legs were wet with desire.

She bit her lip and began pacing around her room, shock rippling through her.

She had let her desire push her. She had let it control her, and she had acted on it.

Damn. She had wanted to taste that dick since the moment her hands had felt it. And she had let that slutty thought drive her actions.

"So stupid!" she chided herself.

That was so dumb.

Who sucks a man and then pushes him away?

Oh, she knew the answer—a fool.

That’s exactly what she was.

A big, stupid fool.

She breathed in, her head pounding.

Alaric had tasted so good. Fuck, way more than she had expected.

Just one taste, and now she was craving for more. Her body had relaxed for him, weakened under his touch.

And in that moment, she had acted. Like a coward, she had allowed shame take over and she had pushed him away.

She pinched her palm as fear swam through her. God, she hoped he was okay. Her shove had been hard, and she had heard him groan just before slamming the door shut.

She bit her lip as she made her way to the bed.

Breathe.

Breathe.

And she did. Her nerves began to settle. She closed her eyes, allowing the calm to wash over her.

She was getting to the best part when a sudden knock on the door jolted her, snatching away her momentarily ease and replacing it with raw tension.

"Open the door!" Alaric said, his voice sharp, hard.

Her stomach twisted at his tone, and she shot out of the bed, panic rising.

What was she supposed to do?

Open it?

Ignore him?

She placed a hand on her forehead, her chest tightening with fear.

"Open the damn door, or I swear to God, I’ll rip it off its hinges!"

His threat sent a chill down her spine.

He meant it. He could actually destroy the door.

That would cause a scene. The staff would gossip. The guests were still around. It would be bad.

"I’ll count to ten. And if I’m still standing in this hallway when I’m done, it’s bye-bye door," Alaric warned before he began counting.

By the time he got to five, Nicolette ran to the door and yanked it open.

He stood there, tall, intense, and his dick still hard and visible. Her eyes dropped to his erection, and her cheeks flushed pink.

Mischief flashed in his eyes as he caught her look. He smirked, stepping into the room with the length between his legs.

"What kind of sick game was that?" he asked, more amused than angry.

Nicolette took a step back, her heart thudding as the door shut behind him.

Stand tall.

Don’t let him see you afraid.

"It wasn’t a game," she said firmly, surprised her voice stayed steady despite the storm roaring inside her. "It was a punishment."

"A punishment that made you wet?"

She gasped.

How did he know that?

As if he read her mind, he chuckled. "Oh, I know. I can smell you." The desire in his voice, the heat in his gaze, it sent a pulse between her legs.

Oh Lord, she was burning for him.

But she couldn’t let him know that.

"Well," she said, lifting her chin and looking him straight in the eyes, "you lie. I’m as dry as a log."

He stepped closer, his smirk widening. "Want me to confirm that? Dip my tongue in and check?"

His cock jerked, and she bit her lip again.

She hated his honesty. It made her want him more. It made her lose control.

"That’s over the line, Mr. Allens," she replied, her voice shaking slightly. "Remember we agreed to no intimacy."

Alaric groaned. His eyes darkened with something that made her insides twist. "Oh, we’re way past that, sweetheart. Aren’t we?"

She shook her head, her throat suddenly dry.

Alaric stepped even closer, and she instinctively retreated.

"Look what you’ve done," he said, pointing at his erection. "How do you expect me to walk away?"

"That’s... why it’s a... punishment," she whispered, forcing the words out.

His eyes narrowed, and he reached out, pulling her closer.

Instead of protesting, she moaned. Quickly, she covered her mouth, mortified by her action.

"Don’t," he ordered, removing her hand. "I want to hear all of it."

Her heart tightened.

Her stomach stirred with unbearable pleasure.

Still, she knew she had to fight it. She couldn’t just surrender, it would go against everything she had said.

Despite the pressure of his arousal against her, despite the heat blooming between her legs, she stood her ground, forcing her voice to become sharp. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Let me go."

He scoffed, his finger tracing along her temple. "Let you go where, sweetheart?"

She shut her eyes, his touch driving her wild. "Away." Her voice cracked.

His hand dropped to her cheek, making her skin flush. "To do what?"

Her legs tightened, the heat building up, but she gritted her teeth. "To... to go..."

"Okay," he said with a low laugh, his finger still on her cheek. "Let’s make a deal. If I find out you don’t want this, then I’ll let you go."

"Okay."

But she did want it.

God, she did.

"Okay," he repeated, softer this time.

He dropped his finger to her lips, and she sucked on it instinctively.

His eyes gleamed with want, pleased at her response.

Fuck, she didn’t even last.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering completely.

Her body screamed for him. She couldn’t deny it anymore.

He laid her down gently and crawled up to her. Their eyes locked, and for a moment she drowned in the fire of his blue eyes, which were burning just for her.

He lowered his lips to hers and her world exploded. She clung to him shamelessly, like a moth to light, desperate for more.

Alaric’s kiss deepened, his tongue exploring her mouth.

Nicolette melted into the kiss, completely lost in it—until his fingers found her sweet spot.

"Alaric!" The sound left her lips, thick with desire.

He kissed down to her cleavage just as his fingers moved inside her. She parted her legs, her body jolting from the sharp surge of heat.

"I can’t hear you sweetheart." His voice teased against her skin.

"Alaric..." she moaned, no longer able to hold back.

"Good girl."

His encouragement made her bolder, and before she could stop herself, she grabbed his hand and began to ride his fingers.

"Yeah, just like that," he coaxed, letting her lead.

She twisted into the rhythm, her body exploding. When his mouth found her nipples, she stifled her moan.

He lifted his head, his fingers still deep inside her. "I want to hear it. Scream for me."

And she did.

She screamed, finally letting go of all the tension lurking in her chest, and then her body jerked against his fingers.

"Yes, that’s it. Come for me, baby."

His command was soft, silky even and like an obedient puppy, her body trembled and she climaxed on his fingers.

"Yes. Well done," he said, his tongue circling her nipples.

But she wasn’t done.

She wanted more.

She clung to him, letting her body plead out the rest.

And he understood. He bit her nipple gently, and the mixture of pain and pleasure made her gasp.

"Take me, Alaric. Please," she begged, unable to hide her hunger.

He grinned wickedly. "Oh, I’m not giving you this dick so easily. I’m going to punish you too."

"Alaric..." she whimpered, reaching for him.

He moved away from the bed, and for a moment, it felt as if she had died.

"I can’t take your punishment. Please!"

He chuckled at her helplessness, though passion still burned in his eyes.

He leaned forward and he squeezed her nipples. She shuddered as the electric ripple through her

"Only because you begged," he murmured, dropping to his knees.

Alaric dragged her closer to his face and buried his tongue inside her.

Nicolette moaned, her climax already building before he even began.