The Villains Must Win-Chapter 62: (+18) Alexander Vale 12

[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]

"Relax," Alexander murmured against her ear, his voice strained, his control barely holding.

But Celeste couldn’t—he was too big, too deep, and when he bottomed out, she swore she could feel him against the very core of her. Her head tipped back, a strangled moan leaving her throat as he began to move, slow at first, letting her adjust before his pace grew more insistent.

Each thrust sent a shudder through her, her walls clenching around him, drawing him deeper, taking all of him. The stretch, the friction—it was overwhelming, intoxicating.

"Fuck, Celeste," Alexander groaned, his fingers gripping her hips like a man possessed. "You’re so fucking tight!"

She could only whimper in response, lost in the storm of sensation as he claimed her completely.

The bed creaked and groaned beneath them as they made love with each other with reckless abandon. The room was filled with the sound of panting and slapping skin –– it was primal, it was raw, and it was incredibly hot.

Alexander roared into Celeste’s ear as he pistoned himself deeper into her wet pussy. "Fuck. You felt fucking good."

It was undeniable. Of all the women he had been with, none compared to Celeste. She was impossibly tight, yet drenched with need, her body gripping him like a vice, as if desperate to keep him buried inside her.

And the more he moved, the more she clenched around him, drawing him in deeper, making it nearly impossible to pull away. The sensation was maddening—hot, slick, and utterly intoxicating.

He could lose himself in this. In her.

And for the first time, he wanted to.

"Agh! Alexander!" she screamed back at him, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

Their screams echoed off the walls as they ravaged each other with a ferocity that left no room for anything else –– just pure, unadulterated sex.

Celeste had lost count of how many times they’d done it. Their first meeting had escalated into a night of pure, unrestrained passion—a calculated move on her part to sink her hooks into Alexander, even if it started with just his desire for her body.

At least step one was complete. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Step two? Capturing him emotionally.

She barely remembered when exhaustion had finally overtaken her. The last thing she recalled was Alexander still moving above her, relentless and insatiable, as darkness pulled her under.

Now, morning sunlight streamed through the windows, painting golden streaks across the room. Celeste stirred, groaning softly as she tried to sit up, only to bite her lip to stifle the sound. Her entire body ached—her legs, her hips, and especially between her thighs.

"God, just how many times did we do it?" she muttered to herself.

Her gaze flickered to the overflowing trash bin beside the bed, where a pile of discarded condoms served as evidence of their endless hunger for each other. A breathless laugh escaped her lips.

"That beast."

Just then, the faint sound of a voice carried from the bathroom. She perked up, listening.

"I know I wasn’t there yesterday. Yeah. Just cancel all my meetings—I’ll be late."

Celeste smirked. Yesterday, Alexander had barely let her leave his arms after bringing her to his penthouse. They had spent the entire afternoon and night tangled in each other, lost in a world of heat and sensation.

And now, he was pushing back his schedule?

Because of her?

The thought sent a slow, satisfied thrill coursing through her.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and Alexander stepped out, fresh from the shower, a robe loosely tied around his waist. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his golden eyes sharp—until they landed on her.

For a moment, he stilled.

Celeste sat cross-legged on the bed, completely unbothered by her nudity. Her skin was flushed, a tantalizing contrast against the white sheets. Her hair was a wild mess, yet it only added to her allure. Faint bruises and love bites trailed down her neck, across her chest, disappearing lower. Her full breasts stood proud, pink nipples still sensitive from his touch.

Alexander’s jaw tightened, his pupils dilating ever so slightly.

She tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Did I tire you out, Mr. Vale?"

His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. "Actually, reschedule all my appointments today." He then threw his phone over the couch. In two steps, he was by the bed, looming over her.

"Tire me out?" His voice was a low purr as he reached down, tracing a finger over the fresh marks he had left on her skin. "I don’t think you remember who surrendered first last night."

Celeste shivered at the way his touch ignited a lingering fire in her already sensitive body.

Alexander leaned down, his breath ghosting over her lips. "And if you’re awake already . . ." His fingers trailed lower, teasing. "Why don’t we see if you can still walk after this morning?"

A gasp hitched in her throat, her body betraying her even as she tried to feign nonchalance.

Damn him.

This man was going to ruin her.

And she had never wanted anything more.

Celeste’s tongue flicked out to wet her lips, a slow, deliberate motion that immediately caught Alexander’s attention. His golden eyes darkened, honing in on her mouth as if drawn by an unseen force.

"Why don’t you try then?" she teased, her voice laced with challenge.

In an instant, Alexander seized her lips, pulling her back onto the bed with him. Their bodies tangled once more, the heat between them reigniting like a fire never meant to die out.

Celeste let him dominate the kiss for a moment before she pushed against his chest, rolling them over with surprising ease. Now, she sat atop him, her legs straddling his waist as she gazed down at him with a playful smirk.

Alexander arched a brow, clearly amused—but his eyes still burned with unspoken hunger.

"Why don’t I clean you thoroughly, hmm?" she murmured, running her hands over his chest, nails grazing lightly against his skin.

Before he could respond, Celeste slid down his body, parting his robe with deliberate slowness. Her fingers trailed lower, and when she wrapped them around his cock, she felt him twitch instantly beneath her touch.