Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Hannah’s POV

He was silent for a long moment, as if assessing the truth of my

words. “You’re sure about this?” he finally asked, his voice softer than

I’d ever heard it.

“Yes,” I whispered, lifting my hips slightly to press against him. “I’m

sure.”

He exhaled slowly, then nodded. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he said, the

command gentler now. “I’ll stop if you ask.”

His mouth returned to my body, trailing kisses down my stomach. The

scrape of his stubble against my sensitive skin created a delicious

friction. When he settled between my thighs, I nearly shot off the bed

at the first touch of his tongue.

“Oh my God,” I cried out, my hands flying to his hair.

“Sensitive here,” he observed, the vibration of his words against my center intensifying the sensation. “Good to know.”

The wet heat of his mouth against my most intimate place sent

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lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through me. My fingers tangled

in his hair, my body responding with a will of its own.

“Finn, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. “I need

“I know what you need,” he interrupted, his voice commanding even

from his position. “Let go, Hannah. Let me feel you come apart.”

The use of my first name, so unexpected, combined with the intensity

of his touch, pushed me over the edge. The tension built rapidly,

coiling tighter and tighter until it suddenly released in a wave of

pleasure so intense I cried out his name, my back arching off the bed.

Before I could recover, Finn positioned himself between my legs. I felt

the hard length of him pressing against my entrance. He moved

slowly now, easing himself in inch by inch, giving my body time to

adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

The initial discomfort gave way to a feeling of fullness, of stretching.

When he encountered resistance, he paused.

“Take a deep breath,” he instructed, his voice strained with restraint.

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I obeyed, and as I exhaled, he pushed forward, breaking through the

barrier in one swift motion. A sharp pain made me gasp, my nails

digging into his shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, remaining perfectly still inside me. “The

worst is over.”

“Don’t stop,” I managed to say through clenched teeth. “Just… give

me a moment.”

He waited, allowing my body to adjust, his hand moving between us

to touch me again, rekindling the pleasure that had momentarily

dimmed. Only when my breathing quickened and my hips began to

move did he start to thrust, his movements measured and controlled.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he said, his voice tight with restraint.

The feeling was unlike anything I’d experienced–the initial

discomfort giving way to a building pleasure as my body learned this

new dance. His hands gripped my hips, angling them slightly to

change the depth of his thrusts. Suddenly, he hit a spot inside me

that made me cry out.

“There,” he said with satisfaction, repeating the motion. “Right

there.”

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“Yes,” I gasped, my hands gripping his arms. “Finn, yes, right there.”

My body responded eagerly now, meeting his thrusts, the slick sounds.

of our joining filling the room. His breathing grew ragged, his pace

increasing as sweat beaded on his forehead. The sunglasses remained

in place, yet somehow I could feel his intensity, his focus entirely on

the sensations between us.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, his voice rough with exertion.

“Amazing,” I breathed, barely able to form words as pleasure built

inside me again. “I never knew… never imagined…”

He shifted his weight to one arm, his free hand sliding between us

again to touch me where we were joined. The additional stimulation

pushed me over the edge again, my inner muscles clenching around

him as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“Finn!” I cried out, my body arching against his.

“I feel you,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering. “So tight… Hannah…”

My release triggered his own. His rhythm faltered, his grip on my hip

tightening as he thrust deeply one final time. I felt the pulse of him

inside me, the warmth of his release filling me.

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For several moments, we remained locked together, both catching our

breath. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress, our skin

sticking together with sweat. I could feel his heart hammering against

my chest, gradually slowing to a steadier rhythm.

“That was…” I whispered, unable to find words adequate to describe

the experience.

“Yes,” he agreed, surprising me with the simple acknowledgment.

When he finally withdrew, the loss of connection was sudden and

jarring. He rolled away from me, the bed shifting with his weight. I

lay there, my body humming with lingering pleasure and a dull ache

between my legs.

Finn stood in one fluid motion, his hand reaching out with practiced

ease to find a towel, which he wrapped around his waist. His

movements were so sure, so precise, it was difficult to believe he

couldn’t see.

“You should have told me you were a virgin,” he said, his tone not

angry, merely matter–of–fact.

I shifted on the bed, wincing slightly at the tenderness between my

thighs. “Would it have changed anything in the end?”

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“I would have been more careful from the start,” he replied, surprising

me with his honesty.

“No regrets,” I said softly. “At least on my part.”

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering my words. “Victoria said

the first payment comes when pregnancy is confirmed,” he said,

changing the subject. “So we might need to repeat this.”

“I know,” I said, reality intruding. “I’m… I’m okay with that.”

His lips quirked in what might have been the ghost of a smile. “I

imagine you are, after that performance.”

I felt my cheeks heat at his arrogance, but couldn’t deny the truth in his words. “You’re insufferable,” I murmured, but without heat.

“Get some sleep,” he said, ignoring my comment. “Your body needs.

rest. We’ll… continue tomorrow.”

As he turned away, I stared at his back, at the map of scars and the powerful muscles that moved beneath his skin. The sheet beneath me was slightly damp, marked with small spots of blood.

“Goodnight, Finn,” I said softly.

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He paused at the bathroom door. For a moment, I thought he might

not respond. Then, almost too quietly to hear:

“Goodnight, Hannah.”

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