Alpha Billionaire Series

MADII

I stood for a long moment outside Gavin's front door, holding the plate of brownies with trembling hands. I came with one intention. I had to tell him that I needed some space. After speaking with Violet at length this week—she stayed with me all week because she was worried about me after my outburst—I had made up my mind.

Both Violet and Lexi had told me that it was unfair to intentionally lead both of them on when I knew I'd choose one of them. So, I decided to only lead one of them on. Still not a great idea—I knew that—but Drew was going through a lot, and he couldn't handle a bitter breakup like this. And the way the report had been hounding us during his therapy appointments lately, I never had a chance to have a good talk with him anyway.

I heard the door unlock, and as it pulled open, the wonderful aroma of something hearty and savory wafted out to greet me. It smelled like pasta and garlic, and it wrapped around my senses and swept me through the door into Gavin's home. He wore slacks and a polo, as if he had just gotten off work. His smile greeted me as he took the brownies from my hand.

“Just in time...” Leading me to the kitchen, Gavin carried the brownies. The lights were dim, candles perched all over the living and dining areas. Flower petals had been strewn around on the floor and counters. Vases of roses decorated the counters and the table too.

I marveled at the table, set for two. Covered in a fancy black tablecloth, it hosted silver flatware, decorative plates, heaping portions of lasagna and breadsticks, a massive bottle of wine and stemware, and red napkins folded into th shape of swans. I held a hand in front of my open mouth. Gavin had never gone to this extent for me before, and honestly, I was in shock.

“What? Why?" I stuttered, slowly lowering myself into a chair he held out for me.

“Because you're worth it, and it's about time I showed you how much you mean to me.” Gavin helped me push the chair in and I could do nothing but gawk at the delicious spread. It smelled so appetizing I wanted to dig in and feast. My stomach growled; my mouth watered.

“This is all...” I wanted to say too much, but what it was, was perfect. How on earth would I ever tell him that I neede space now? My heart dropped at how amazing it all was, and how my plan to break it gently to him, let him down easy, was not going how I thought it would.

“Wine?” Gavin screwed the corkscrew into the wine cork and opened the bottle, pouring two glasses each about half full. He set one in front of me, and my hand reached for it immediately. If they had been trembling before, I was in al out earthquake mode now. The wine went down smoothly, and before he had even sat down, I had him refill the glass.

“Thanks,” I told him as I sipped the second glass. “Why all this, Gavin?” Curiosity got the better of me as I took my first bites of the meal. The flavors of tomato sauce and pungent cheeses mingled on my tongue, delighting my tastebuds.

“I told you. I love you, Madison. I will do this every night the rest of our lives if it means you're mine. There is no length to which I will not go to show you how much you mean to me.”

The first bite of my breadstick was heaven on my tongue. The salty garlic was a perfect complement to the pasta. We talked about the meal and how he'd had it catered in. I asked him about the roses, and he told me it didn’t matter how much they cost, but I knew it had to have been a thousand dollars or more to pull this off. And by the time my belly was full, and my plate was empty, he had me so relaxed, I was putty in his hand.

“Should we retire to the living room? Maybe we can share a few of these brownies. They look delicious.” Gavin took the clear wrap off the plate of brownies and picked it up, then offered me his other hand.

I slid from the chair and stood, bringing my full glass of wine with me—refilled only moments before. If I was going tc be brave enough to tell him what I needed, I would need that wine. But for now, I wanted to enjoy this moment. I knew it would be the last of its kind for a while. So, I followed him into the living room and snuggled in beside him on the couch.

“Here.” He handed me a brownie as we sat, leaving the plate on the coffee table. “This is really good.” After taking a bite, he spoke with his mouth full, brownie crumbs falling to his white shirt.

I grinned at him as I took a bite. I knew how delicious they were because I had sampled them already before I came, but it was nice to see my hard work being appreciated.

“This whole night is so special, Gavin. Thank you for doing this for me.” The brownie melted in my mouth, and I sipped my wine to wash it down.

Gavin turned slightly on the couch and brushed a few crumbs from the corner of my mouth. He smiled. “Looks like you're enjoying them too.”

“I enjoy you...” The automatic response came out of my mouth without my consent. It was a way we used to playfully talk to each other—before all this chaos with Drew ensued. Gavin's stare got intense, his hand lingering on my cheek The space between us sizzled with energy.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in to kiss him. The kiss came in a crashing, passionate fever, making the wine spill out onto the carpet and the glass drop next to the inevitable stain. My fingers weaved through his hair as he grabbed ahold of my belt and waistband. He pulled, forcing me onto his lap as the stubble on his beard scraped at my face, his tongue pushing into my mouth and sliding against mine.

“Shit... I need you so bad..." His breathy words stirred something inside of me, and I yanked at his polo shirt, untucking it. I wanted to put my hands on his skin, to feel the heat of his arousal in my palm. I started working at his belt buckle, but he suddenly stood, lifting me and tossing me over his shoulder so my a*s was in the air.

I laughed, pressing my hands against his lower back as he held me firmly by my thighs and carried me down the hall It got darker as he went, and once in the bedroom, the overpowering scent of roses and perfume filled my nostrils. He tossed me onto the bed amongst more rose petals, and I bounced a few times before he came at me like a ravenous wolf.

I couldnt say a word. He was on me and claiming my mouth for another kiss before I even thought of what to say. He hadnt even given me a chance to enjoy the decoration he had done. His body melded against mine, pinning me to the bed as he ground against me. I could feel his hardened cock through his pant leg and mine, begging me to free him so he could search me out.

“Gavin... shit... I want you.” My moans did not go unheeded. He pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it away, scraping his teeth over my breasts as he unfastened my belt and pants. After freeing my lower half, he rose up, peeling his own clothing off as I removed my bra. I wanted to feel him hot against me. My hands clawed at his sides as he peered down at me and stroked himself.

“Who do you belong to?”

His question stung my heart, as if he were intentionally forcing me to make my choice in that moment when I was helpless. I needed him. My body ached to feel his comfort. My groin clenched unconsciously, the moisture between my legs urging me to answer him correctly so I could be satisfied, but my heart turned in my chest, anxiety creeping in.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked again, leaning forward. I could smell his aftershave, and the heat of his body radiated onto my skin, though he remained inches away.

“You.." I mumbled, caving to the primal lust that controlled my damn pussy.

“Say you're going to be my wife.” He held his d**k near my opening, his head sliding up and down my wet slit. “Say it “I'm going to be your wife,” I whimpered, inching lower on the bed just to feel him slide into me. At the same time, he diverted his attention to the small bucket on the nightstand that held a few drinks and the ice to chill them. When leaned back, his hand held a few ice cubes. He smirked at me as he put one in his mouth.

“What are you doing?” I asked, pushing away from him as he bent low, his mouth nearing my nether region. I chuckled, when his cold tongue flicked across my c**t, then shrieked at how cold it was.

“Hold still,” he growled, pushing his tongue across my skin. He licked up my inner thigh, then put more ice in his mouth. His hand now empty, he pulled my legs apart and zeroed in on my p***y.

“Shit, but it's cold,” I hissed, letting him do what he wanted with me.

He didn't respond, his mouth full of ice now. As his tongue sank inside of me, I felt something else sink too—ice. I shivered, arching my back up as he began to suck at my soft folds. He pushed his fingers into me too, forcing the ice deeper into my cavity, and the contrast between his heat and the chill made me shudder.

“God, I want you in me. Please, fuck me."

Gavin pulled away as I lifted my hips to meet him, and then crawled forward. I didn't have to wait another second. His cock glided into me, even hotter than his fingers. It made me groan with satisfaction to just feel him there, but when he began to work his hips, thrusting and maneuvering, I clenched.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” His voice was low and sultry, taking a gravelly tone I hadn't heard before. “Come on, tell me you like it”

“I like it... fuck do I like it” Now clawing at his sides again, I found my rhythm with him, my body preparing for what I could tell would be the most intense 0****m I'd had in years.

My pussy clenched around him, the ice inside melting and dribbling out across my ass as cold water. My body tensed my head arching back, and then it came. The thought of drawing blood with my fingernails dug into Gavin's back never occurred to me in the moment as my eyes shut, and my body rose up to meet his.

“Good girl...now say you're mine.” Gavin bit down on my neck, his thrusts still drawing the ecstasy from my groin. I sputtered and gritted my teeth as pleasure sounds escaped my mouth, but I could not speak. “Tell me you're a good girl. Tell me you're mine,” he repeated.

“I'm... yours..” I managed to squeak out, and he f****d me harder, thrusting firmly into my back wall. I thought he'd bruise me, but I didn’t care. Even when my orgasm slowly started to peak and fade out, he continued his movements They felt no less glorious without the spasms and jolts of passion controlling my body.

“I love you,” he grunted, burying his face in my hair, his beard scraping the top of my shoulder. His hot body lay heavily on mine, and for a moment I thought he was about to go, but he slowed, holding his hips tightly against mine for a few seconds. When he pushed a hand beneath me and rolled to his back, I gasped and laughed.

I was suddenly on top of him, straddling him with his girth buried inside me. My hair, disheveled and a mess, hung around my face and shoulders, and I balanced myself by leaning on his stomach. Gavin began thrusting upward, pumping into me again. At this angle, I could c*m again quickly, but the chilling sensation of the ice was gone now, which left me wanting more.

I reached for the ice and took a handful. Gavin grinned at me. “I knew you'd like that.”

As I rose up, he slid out of me, my sex smeared all over his cock. I pushed as many ice cubes in me as I could stand before I felt like my p***y would be frostbitten, then grabbed his d**k and held it up so I could slide back down around him. It was instant gratification, his hot c**k in my full cavity. It stretched me and filled me so full I wanted to scream.

“Oh, good girl,” he whispered, thrusting hard into me. I knew the ice would melt quickly, and I wanted to cum again. So, I took his hand and splayed it on his own stomach, pressing his thumb to my c**t. I didn’t have to give any more explanation; Gavin's thumb pressed and massaged my c**t as I rode him.

For an awkward moment, we collided into one another until I let him take control. I relaxed on his body, and he f****d me, one hand working my c**t, one hand squeezing my b****t. When the 0****m came washing over me again, this time I didn't hold back. I let out my screams of enjoyment, and barely heard Gavin mutter, “I'm going to c*m.” After being filled with ice, his release felt like lava, but I didn’t care. My body was electrified with intense sensation ir every nerve ending. My pussy felt like it had taken a beating when I collapsed on top of him and lay across his chest. “You're going to have a mess,” I told him, thinking of the way I felt ice water and c*m draining from me.

“Totally worth it...” I could hear the grin on his face through his words and felt the kiss to my forehead when he had finished speaking. I loved this man more than anyone else my whole life. So how did I tell him it was effectively over