The Villains Must Win-Chapter 64: (+18) Alexander Vale 14

[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]

A guttural moan tore from Alexander’s throat, his head falling back against the pillows as the sensation overwhelmed him. She was tight, impossibly so, squeezing around him like she was made for him.

Celeste placed her hands on his chest, her nails digging in as she rolled her hips, setting a pace that had them both spiraling. She took what she wanted, each movement sending sparks of pleasure ricocheting through her veins.

Alexander groaned, his grip tightening on her waist, his body slick with sweat as she rode him with unrelenting pressure. Every movement, every grind of her hips, every pulse of pleasure that coiled between them was a slow, torturous descent into madness.

Celeste threw her head back, a moan escaping her lips as the tension inside her built to an unbearable peak. She could feel it—both of them on the edge, teetering between control and complete surrender.

And in that moment, she knew—he was hers.

The thickness of Alexander’s cock pressed urgently against all those clenching wet folds, throbbing wildly as he pushed forward and plunged deep into Celeste’s hot, welcoming core. She couldn’t stifle the strangled moan that tore out of her throat –– a cry of sheer bliss as Alexander stretched and filled every needy inch of her.

There was nothing subtle or gentle about what followed as they bucked wildly against each other like untamed stallions in heat –– hips slamming together brutally fast enough to paint everything with streaks of sweat until reality narrowed down to just their two bodies desperately trying to fuck each other senseless all morning.

Alexander roared so loudly it probably woke up the whole neighbourhood.

"FUCK yes!" his voice nearly drowned out by Celeste’s increasingly unhinged scream-radios: "S-So fucking GOOD! Don’t stop!"

He crushed their mouths together feverishly before plunging back inside her sopping pussy with animalistic determination. They were having sex with such fury that they didn’t care about the world. Only them exist in their own world.

Their moans and gasps echoed through the room, reaching a fevered pitch as Alexander drove into Celeste with unrelenting intensity. Each powerful thrust shattered the last remnants of restraint, dissolving every coherent thought into pure, unfiltered pleasure. The raw electricity between them ignited, consuming them entirely in a storm of desire.

For the first time in his life, Alexander felt utterly and completely satisfied. His body was spent, yet a deep, almost primal contentment settled over him, something he had never quite experienced before. It wasn’t just the physical release—it was more than that. It was Celeste.

She had unraveled him, stripped away every ounce of control he prided himself on, and left him with nothing but raw, unfiltered pleasure. She had met his intensity, challenged him, pushed him past his limits, and in doing so, had given him something no other woman ever had—complete and total satisfaction.

Alexander had been with many women before, but none had ever left him feeling like this. There was no lingering frustration, no lingering thoughts of someone else. Riley, his past irritations, his usual restlessness—all of it had vanished the moment Celeste had taken him into her arms.

Lying beside her now, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest, his golden eyes softened, a rare moment of tranquility washing over him.

It was her.

Celeste Hart.

She was the reason he felt this way. And that realization was both exhilarating and dangerous all at once.

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Days passed, and Celeste’s time with Alexander had been anything but dull. If anything, it was intoxicating.

The man knew exactly how to please her, both in and out of bed. Every night, he unraveled her, his touch possessive, his kisses bruising, his body relentless in the way he took her.

Alexander didn’t just make love—he conquered. He knew every inch of her body, every spot that made her tremble, every way to push her past her limits until she was screaming his name.

And when the night ended, he didn’t just stop at pleasure.

By morning, extravagant gifts would appear—silk dresses that fit like a second skin, diamond jewelry that sparkled like stardust against her skin, and the most luxurious lingerie, all in his favorite colors. Designer bags, custom-made heels, and exclusive perfumes lined her dressing room, as if he were curating her into his perfect vision.

If she so much as admired something, it would appear before she even had the chance to ask.

Celeste once made an offhand comment about a particular emerald necklace in a boutique window—by the next evening, it was draped around her neck, fastened by Alexander himself as he whispered against her ear, "You’re mine."

Yet, despite all the indulgence, there was one undeniable truth—Alexander Vale was possessive. Obsessively so.

It wasn’t just about knowing where she was; he demanded it. She had to be within reach at all times. If he could keep her at his side every second of the day, he would. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

When she walked into a room, his gaze followed. If she was speaking to someone, his presence loomed, making it abundantly clear that she belonged to him. Business partners he tolerated. Staff, he barely acknowledged. But any other man? They were a problem before they even spoke a word to her.

She had learned quickly that if she so much as entertained a conversation with another man—even a waiter or a driver—Alexander would shut it down before it even began. He wouldn’t yell or throw tantrums. No, he was too refined for that.

Instead, he would make a single, chilling statement, like, "You’re too friendly with him. I don’t like it."

And that was that.

It was no wonder Riley had walked away from him. Any woman would have suffocated under the sheer weight of his possessiveness.

But Celeste?

She embraced it.

She could be anything for the man she wanted. If he wanted a devoted lover, she would play the part. If he needed submission, she would give it—strategically, of course. She let him believe he had all the control, when in reality, she knew exactly what she was doing.

And as she lay in his bed, draped in the silk sheets he had chosen for her, watching him sleep with his arm draped possessively over her waist, Celeste smirked to herself.

She was playing with fire.

And she had every intention of letting it consume her, as long as she would chose her in the end.