One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 65: Remember your promise

I looked at Lena, and my length was still pulsing. I was not satisfied. I held her close to me and started kissing her again, her lips soft and succulent. I couldn’t get enough of her, no matter how hard I tried.

I moved my head backwards to have a full view of her face. I kissed her nose and her neck, sucking it until it turned red.

My tongue trailed down her skin to her nipples after giving each of them the needed attention. My body hovered over hers as I raised my head to look at her face, drinking in every expression, every flutter of her lashes.

"I need you to keep your promise today."

"What promise?" Lena asked.

"Have you forgotten the promise you made to me when I helped you with the company matter?" I said, smiling.

Lena squinted her eyes, her brows furrowing.

"Why are you just remembering that now?"

"Because I want your mouth on my membrane," I said to her in a low voice. "The thought of it is driving me insane."

"But I don’t know how to do it," she said, hiding her face with her palm. "I tried watching videos that time, but I still did not get the hang of it."

"You did?" I asked, surprised. She nodded her head, and a small smile graced my lips.

"I will teach you."

I raised her up and we both dipped into the water, our bodies submerged beneath the surface. I held the back of her head and began kissing her. She held my neck to pull me in, and the kiss deepened. The water was not able to cool the heat between our bodies; instead, it only heightened every sensation, every touch.

When I couldn’t hold on again, I held her hair tight and pulled her away. I sat down on the edge of the pool, my hands resting on the floor, my head tilted backwards. My eyes roamed over her body, clear beneath the water. Her breasts floated and danced on top of the surface, her eyes misty from the water and pleasure.

She swam close to me, her hands moving towards my thighs, her eyes locked with mine. She moved her hands, and soon her fingers finally touched my length. She moved her hands up and down, and a low sound ripped through me, my patience running thin. Her hands felt warm and tight around me, hesitant yet eager.

"Take it in your mouth, kitten."

She took it into her mouth, licking it first, and she looked at me. My eyes had already gone dark. She took the tip into her mouth, her warm mouth igniting something fierce inside me.

She began moving her mouth up and down in slow motion, finding her rhythm. I let her work her way, watching her closely.

A low growl left me as something snapped inside. I held her head with one hand to keep her in place, my hips rising as I began pumping into her mouth. I pushed my length until it hit the back of her throat. Hot tears streamed down her eyes as I thrust again, my control slipping with every second.

As my length hit the back of her throat one more time, I couldn’t hold the release that tore through me.

I came, pouring everything into her mouth. I held her head in place, forcing her to swallow. My breathing was ragged, my chest heaving as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I bent down and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. Then I joined her in the pool, washing both myself and Lena before leading her out of the water.

I picked my shirt and wore it on her because I knew she wouldn’t be able to get into the gown again. The fabric swallowed her small frame, and the sight made something protective rise within me.

I wore my trousers and picked her up in my arms. My mouth trailed kisses over her face, her lips, her nose, and she just giggled softly, her fingers clutching onto me.

As we moved towards the main house, my eyes never left Lena. My heart was full, and I couldn’t ask for a better companion in my life. She was everything I needed, my drug, my peace, and my kitten.

When we got to the main house, I took her upstairs immediately. We had our bath in the bathroom with warm water before changing into comfortable nightwear. I chose to wear a black robe, the fabric loose around my body. Lena slept off immediately after I laid her down on the bed. I tucked her in gently and covered her properly before leaving the room.

Liam was already in my office waiting for me when I entered. He chose to ignore my dressing and went straight to the point.

"If not that you marked this as urgent, I wouldn’t even bother coming, because I know what I was expecting," Liam said sulkily.

I smirked and chose to ignore him. I knew he would have been here for a long time, but I refused to admit it.

"If you know what you were expecting, then why complain?" I countered.

"I knew what I was expecting, but I didn’t know it would take this long. The sun is almost rising," Liam said, exasperated, his hands thrown upwards in a dramatic manner.

I chuckled. "Don’t worry. I will make sure I remember to keep to time when you finally get it right with Sylvia."

Liam’s face turned grim immediately. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Still haven’t talked to her?" I asked quietly.

"I tried tonight, but she wouldn’t give me the opportunity," Liam said sorrowfully.

I sighed, then stretched my hand and patted his back in reassurance. "Don’t worry. She will come around. Just keep trying," I told him.

He sighed and then used his phone to send me some documents, along with hard copies of the pictures I had asked someone to take for me. When I went through them, my smile broadened as I examined each one carefully.

My effort today had yielded a lot of fruit, and this was only the beginning.

"What are your plans?" Liam’s voice from the video call suddenly cut off my smile.

"Isn’t it obvious?" I asked. "Of course, I’m going to post it with some catchy headlines."

"Does this have to do with Cynthia?"

"Yes and no," I responded calmly.

"How will posting this help with the plan?" Liam asked, his brow furrowed in suspicion.

"Relax. I’m only going to keep posting this to destabilize her. Knowing Cynthia, we only need a few days before all hell breaks loose."

"Why go after Cynthia?" Liam asked. "Why not go after your stepbrother and your father?"

"Because Cynthia is the weakest link," I said flatly.

"She will lead me to the others, and by then I would have gathered a lot of evidence on them."

"Let me get this right. So you are simply saying Cynthia is the bait?"

I nodded my head with a smile.

Liam looked at me as if I had grown two heads, and I chuckled softly as I sent the pictures to my press team, instructing them on what to do and how to circulate them strategically. Timing was everything, and I intended to use it well.

"I pity them because they don’t know what is coming," I said with a dark smile. I was in control of everything that was happening, and it made the entire game more thrilling.

There was something intoxicating about watching your prey dance freely, pretending you had no idea what was going on, while you quietly pulled every string behind the curtain.

"Raymond, I will be taking my leave now. Whatever you want to do, I would advise you to apply caution. Cynthia is also the first daughter of the Moore family. You know they wouldn’t let you go if anything happens to their daughter and they find out you have a hand in it."

"Relax, Liam. I have everything under control," I told him, smiling confidently. "You can take your own advice and focus on making Sylvia yours."

He raised his hands in a peace sign and bade me goodnight before walking out of my office.

I remained seated there for a while, my two hands folded together, my head resting against them as a slow smile spread across my face.

Everything was falling perfectly into place, just as I had planned.

They wouldn’t know what hit them. For years, I had meticulously planned and waited for this moment. Everyone would pay, for what they did to me, for the roles they played, including my mother’s death. Forgiveness was never an option.

A smile curved my lips as I picked up my phone and went online. My team was fast. A flood of pictures of Lena and me had already hit the Internet while the world slept. Shots of us in the boutique, her on top of me on the floor; me tucking her hair behind her ear, us heading to the stylist; me waiting for her at the stylist; and finally, us at the auction house. The way we held each other, the intensity of our glances, the tension during the bidding, it was all captured.

"Let the game begin," I whispered to myself, slipping into bed to join my kitten.