Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Hannah’s POV

I couldn’t form words as his other hand worked at the buttons of my pink sundress, popping them open with impatient force. He shoved the fabric aside and yanked my panties off in one rough motion, leaving me exposed.

Every coherent thought scattered under the onslaught of sensation. His mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss that was more punishment than passion, his

tongue invading forcefully while his fingers delved between my legs, roughly parting my folds and thrusting two digits into my wet pussy without warning

“So that’s it, huh? All that talk was just to trick me into fucking you?” he growled against my lips, not giving me a chance to respond as he pumped his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that made me moan despite myself. “You greedy little bitch, spreading your legs for cash.”

He flipped me onto my stomach with brutal efficiency, his hand coming down hard on my ass in a stinging slap that echoed in the room.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be treated like the cheap whore you are.” Another smack, harder this time, making my skin burn and my core clench with unwanted arousal. Even though I didn’t want to, his actions made me even wetter.

He spread my cheeks, his thumb teasing my entrance before he positioned himself behind me. Without preamble, he thrust in deep, filling me completely in

one rough stroke.

I cried out, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against my ass with each brutal drive.

His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me back onto his cock while he rained more slaps on my reddening cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for it, you slut,” he hissed, leaning over me to bite my shoulder, his pace relentless. He reached around to rub my clit roughly, forcing waves of ecstasy through me even as he degraded me.

“Take it all, you worthless cunt–beg for more if you want that money.”

Time blurred as he pounded into me, clothes scattered and forgotten, his fury driving every thrust. He didn’t let up, flipping me back over to face him, spreading my legs wide and slamming back in.

His hand wrapped around my throat lightly, just enough to make my pulse race, as he fucked me harder, his thick cock slamming into my dripping pussy with brutal force, stretching me wide and hitting deep inside with every punishing thrust.

“Come for me, you filthy slut,” he snarled, tightening his grip on my neck just a fraction more, the edge of danger sending sparks through me.

My hips bucked wildly against him, chasing the edge, until finally it shattered–I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me, my walls clenching hard around his throbbing shaft, milking him as ecstasy exploded in white–hot bursts, my juices soaking us both.

He didn’t stop, pounding through my climax until his own hit, his cock pulsing deep inside as he growled and filled me with hot spurts of cum, his body shuddering against mine in raw release.

Later–minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell–we lay tangled in the sheets, breathing heavily. Finn’s anger seemed to have burned itself out, leaving something quieter but no less intense in its wake.

“Yes,” I finally said, my voice hoarse. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have come here if not for Peter’s medical bills.”

Finn stiffened beside me, but I continued before he could respond.

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“But that’s not the whole truth anymore.” I turned to face him, even though he couldn’t see me, ‘I came here for Peter, but I stayed with you that night because I wanted to. I slept outside your door because I couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering alone.”

My fingers traced the contours of his face, feeling the tension in his jaw. “I chose that pink for your cane because I wanted something of me to stay with you, even if I leave. Something bright in your darkness.”

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