Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 114

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Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire

Chapter 114

Hannah’s POV

Once inside, Finn gently lowered me onto the bed. Just as I expected him to join me, he straightened and turned away.

Where are you going?” I asked, confusion momentarily replacing desire.

Brushing my teeth,” he replied simply, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.

I smiled at this unexpectedly ordinary moment amid our intensity. When he returned a minute later, the scent of tobacco had been replaced by fresh mint. He moved toward the bed with deliberate steps, his eyes never leaving mine.

Should I…?” I gestured vaguely toward the bathroom, suddenly self-conscious.

“No,” he said, his voice husky with need as he lowered himself over me. The moonlight streaming through the windows

cast half his face in shadow, making him look even more dangerous and irresistible. “You’re perfect exactly as you are.”

Without another word, he captured my lips with his own, the taste of mint on his tongue as he kissed me with unexpected

urgency. Any remaining thoughts dissolved as I wrapped my a arms around him, pulling him closer.

Without breaking the kiss, my trembling hands reached for the buttons of his shirt. Despite my eagerness, my fingers refused to cooperate, fumbling awkwardly with each button. After several failed attempts, I let out a frustrated sigh

against his lips.

Finn pulled back slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in that half-smile that always made my heart skip. He stood up, positioning himself between my legs at the edge of the bed. The sudden loss of his warmth made me reach for him

instinctively.

With deliberate slowness,

hard to breathe. After

His hands moved

began unbuttoning

own shirt, his eyes locked on mine. The intensity of his gaze made it

he

suddenly stopped.

to Steing

just the first

ankles, then slid up to grip my thighs firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled me toward him.

the silky sheets.

causing me to slide acros

Tet out a startled cry at the unexpected movement, finding myself at the edge of the bed with Finn towering over me, his expression a mixture of hunger and something deeper I couldn’t quite name.

Something about his commanding gesture-the casual display of strength, the control-sent a pulse of heat through my lower abdomen, a tightening sensation that caught me off guard. My breath quickened as I became acutely aware of the Warmth spreading between my thighs, the unmistakable dampness there.

ke sudden movement courd my dress to ride up, bunching around my hips. My hare legs pressed against the cool fabrie

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of his suit pants, sending a momentary shiver through me.

The sensation was startling at first-the smooth, chilled material against my skin-but within seconds, Finn’s natural warmth began radiating through the expensive fabric. That contrast-the initial coolness of his tailored pants giving way to the heat of him underneath-only heightened every sensation.

His hands remained firmly on my thighs, his thumbs tracing small, maddening circles against my skin. I could feel the

controlled power in his touch, the way he held himself back even as his eyes revealed exactly how much he wanted this-

wanted me.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, a rare moment of hesitation from a man who usually took what he wanted without question.

I bit my lip, surprising myself with the boldness that suddenly overcame me. “Don’t ask,” I whispered, then reached down and lifted the hem of my dress higher, revealing the unmistakable evidence of my desire-the thin fabric of my underwear

darkened with wetness.

I could only bear to look for a second before heat rushed to my face. I lifted my gaze to his, heart hammering as I watched

his reaction.

Finn’s breathing became noticeably heavier. His eyes, fixed on what I had just shown him, darkened with intensified hunger. Without another word, he swiftly shed his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His pants followed with the same urgent efficiency, revealing his powerful body.

Before I could fully appreciate the sight of him, he was over me, lowering his weight onto me while supporting himself with one strong arm. His other hand slid between us, fingers slipping beneath the damp fabric of my underwear with purpose. The first touch made me gasp, my back arching instinctively toward him.

His fingers moved with practiced precision, sliding along my folds in slow, deliberate strokes. The teasing friction eased the maddening ache that had been building inside me, yet somehow intensified my need for more. I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging slightly into his skin as he continued his torturous exploration.

When he finally slid a finger inside me, I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped my lips. He watched my face intently as he added a second finger, seeming to memorize every flicker of pleasure that crossed my features. The sensation of being filled, even just by his fingers, was overwhelming.

“Finn,” I breathed, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. My hips moved instinctively against his hand, seeking more of the exquisite pressure he was creating.

His lips found my neck, trailing hot kisses along my throat as his fingers continued their rhythm, curling slightly to hit a spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I was dimly aware of how vulnerable I was beneath him, how completely

bring myself to care. Id surrendered to his touch, but I couldn’t

answered by reaching up to pull

closer, my fingers threading through h

hair. Our lips met in a kiss that started

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gentle but quickly blazed into something more urgent, more demanding. His hands traced the curves of my body with both tenderness and possession, as if memorizing every inch.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “How long I’ve

wanted you.”

The world outside our room faded away as we lost ourselves in each other-our complicated past, our uncertain future, none of it mattered in this moment. There was only his touch, my racing heartbeat, and the unspoken feelings between us finally finding expression.

Later, as we lay tangled in sheets and each other, his arm wrapped protectively around me, I realized how completely my life had transformed since that first day I’d walked into Sterling Tower. From reluctant assistant to something much more complicated, much more real.

I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, wondering if he could feel mine still racing.

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Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire