The Villains Must Win-Chapter 61: (+18) Alexander Vale 11

[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]

And the other women?

They had either been too aggressive—seasoned players who tried to dominate him, which left him disinterested—

Or they had been too submissive, allowing him to lead completely, offering no real challenge—which left him bored.

But Celeste?

Celeste was something else entirely.

The moment their lips met, he knew—this was different.

There was no hesitation, no shy retreat, no passive acceptance.

She wasn’t submitting. She wasn’t challenging. She was meeting him. Matching him.

Every movement, every shift of her lips, every press of her body against his—it was perfectly in sync, like they had done this a thousand times before.

She kissed him back with equal intensity, equal hunger, equal fire.

It was addictive.

It was thrilling.

For the first time in his life, Alexander felt like he wasn’t just taking—he was being taken.

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss, claiming more.

And Celeste? free𝑤ebnovel.com

She didn’t just let him—she demanded just as much in return.

A low growl rumbled in his chest.

For once, he didn’t have to hold back. For once, he didn’t feel bored.

And damn—he never wanted to stop.

But what really got him hot under the collar was that sense of complete surrender between them. It’s like their very souls were merging into one entity –– no boundaries, no limits . . . just raw, unbridled passion.

Alexander and Celeste hurriedly fumbled with their clothes, their desperate hunger for each other consumed every movement.

Alexander shoved Celeste onto the bed, his body quickly following as he crashed his lips against hers. The heat between them was scorching, a feverish need neither could contain. His hands roamed over her body with reckless urgency, grasping, claiming.

With one swift motion, he grabbed the fabric of her blouse and tore it open, buttons flying in all directions. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her bare skin, her lace bra barely containing the curves that had been driving him insane all day.

Growling low in his throat, Alexander tugged the delicate straps down, not bothering to unclasp it properly. He slid his hand under the fabric, palming the soft weight of her breast before taking one into his mouth.

Celeste arched beneath him, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as his tongue flicked over her nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud before he sucked hard, his other hand kneading and molding her flesh, rough and possessive. The way she squirmed under his touch only made him hungrier.

Her fingers worked frantically to rid him of his shirt, pushing the fabric up his toned chest until he finally yanked it off and tossed it aside. The second his skin was bare, Celeste’s hands explored him, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, nails digging in as he grind his bulged against her.

Alexander groaned, feeling the friction of her heat pressed against the thick bulge beneath his pants. He rocked his hips against her, letting her feel just how hard she had made him.

"Fuck," he muttered against her lips before claiming her mouth again, the kiss deep, bruising, and utterly consuming.

As they kissed, Alexander’s hands cupped Celeste’s butt cheeks, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. She felt his hardness pressing against hers, his thighs straining as he thrust himself against her beneath their clothes.

Celeste’s fingers danced across Alexander’s chest, tracing the ridges of his muscles as if mapping a treasure trove. Her nails left tiny scratches on his skin, and he didn’t seem to care –– too caught up in the whirlwind of passion swirling around them.

The bed creaked beneath their weight as they ravaged each other’s mouths, their bodies tense with anticipation. The air was heavy with sexual tension, thickening like a fog that clung to their skin.

Alexander finally pulled away from her lips, his eyes blazing with an uncontrollable hunger. "I need you," he growled against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

Celeste nodded frantically, her heart racing like a runaway train. She wanted him inside her more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

With a deft hand, Alexander unfastened the buttons of Celeste’s skirt and slid them down over her hips. She felt his fingers brush against her G-string, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her body.

"Fuck me," she whispered breathlessly, fumbling with the zipper of Alexander’s pants until it came undone.

Alexander exhaled sharply as he freed himself from his restraints, his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, pulling it free from its confines.

Celeste’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her throat dry with anticipation. She reached out a trembling hand to wrap around him. He was thick and long, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin beneath her fingertips.

Alexander groaned softly at her touch, his hips twitching involuntarily.

"More," he growled, guiding her hand up and down the length of him like a wild animal ridden by some unseen force.

Celeste panted heavily as she moved in tandem with Alexander’s movements, their bodies weaving together like two threads on a loom. The air was thick with tension –– and they both knew that they were just one misstep away from losing control completely.

Celeste’s hand moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her fingers closing around Alexander’s cock like a vice. He felt himself grow harder with each stroke, his body responding to her touch like a magnet drawn to steel.

Suddenly, Alexander yanked Celeste’s hand away from his cock and pulled her onto him. She gasped as he plunged deep inside her in one swift thrust, their bodies slamming together like two freight trains colliding on a deserted track.

Celeste was already dripping with need, her body aching for him, yet as Alexander pressed into her, a sharp gasp escaped her lips. He was thick, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. Her nails dug into his skin, clinging to him as a mix of pleasure and pain coursed through her.