Second Marriage, The Billionaire's Planned Love novel Chapter 129

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Ivy’s POV

After Caleb claimed me with that possessive kiss in my office and Jude walked in on us, the Don vanished from my world for what felt like forever. The days bled together in a haze of laundering accounts and managing the family’s legitimate front operations, while he and Xavier conducted territory meetings across the city’s underground districts.

The workweek arrived with its sacred ritual. Fresh white roses adorned my desk alongside a handwritten note bearing the Thome family crest. Caleb had sworn to send me flowers every week without fail, and even the most ruthless mafia boss never broke his word. Just like the imported Italian pastries that mysteriously appeared during lunch breaks. Time had stretched since our separation. Days of aching emptiness and desperate yearning for the man who ruled the city’s shadows.

Xavier assigned me urgent financial records that needed sanitizing before tomorrow’s meeting with the Commission. The Thorne Group tower had emptied except for Xavier in his corner office and Jude, who blew me a theatrical kiss while carrying his espresso back to his surveillance station. Gemma had already escaped for the evening. I pressed the elevator call button and waited. The doors slid open with their usual mechanical whisper. I stepped inside and immediately caught the scent of his expensive cologne drifting behind me. Caleb entered the elevator, and our eyes as the doors sealed us in together. He pulled out his phone and entered a security overde code. The elevator jerked to a sudden stop between floors, plunging us into darkness before the emergency lighting flickered on. My heart hammered against my

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Days had stretched between us like an eternity. He looked devastatingly powerful in his charcoal three–piece suit, crisp white shirt, and midnight black tic. His dark hair was styled to perfection, and that intoxicating cologne mixed with his aftershave made my knees weak. The gun holster beneath his jacket only added to his dangerous magnetism.

“Do you realize how stunning you look in that dress?” His voice was rough with barely controlled hunger. I wore the same dress from our first encounter at the underground auction. “I’ve fantasized about tearing it off since that night. Tonight might be my chance

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“Caleb…” I whispered, but he stepped closer, eliminating the space between us. His fingers traced my cheek with tender reverence, the same hands that had pulled triggers without hesitation. My self–control crumbled instantly,

“Don’t fight this, my angel. I’m drowning without you.” His hands gripped my waist as his mouth crashed against mine with the desperation of a man starved for his drug.

Caleb kissed me like his life depended on it. He pressed me against the cold elevator wall, his hands roaming my body until they found my breasts. He squeezed the already peaked nipples through the fabric, drawing a desperate moan from my throat that echoed in the confined space.

He spun me away from the wall, his lips trailing hot kisses down my neck. With the practiced ease of a man accustomed to taking what he wanted, he found my zipper and pulled it down slowly. His mouth followed the path of exposed skin as he lifted the dress over my head and let it pool on the floor.

My black lace lingerie set bugged my curves, delicate Italian silk that he had personally selected and delivered to my apartment. Caleb turned me to face him, his ice–blue eyes blazing with possessive hunger as they devoured every inch of my nearly naked body. He pulled me close and kissed me with renewed fervor, like a man reclaiming his territory.

His mouth traveled from my lips to my jaw, then down to my throat. He reached my breasts, teasing and sucking my swollen nipples through the sheer fabric. With expert fingers that had once dismantled weapons blindfolded, he unhooked my bra and cast it aside, returning to worship my breasts with his tongue and teeth.

Pure ecstasy flooded my senses. I had craved his touch through endless nights of exile from his world. While he feasted on my breasts, molten heat pooled between my thighs. Caleb slipped his hand beneath my panties, beginning an exquisite torture that made my vision blur. His fingers found my most sensitive spots, moving with the same skilled precision he used when handling explosives. Moisture gathered as he worked, and I moaned against his shoulder while he continued his assault on my breasts.

Tension coiled in my core, building toward an explosive release. Caleb slid two fingers inside me while his thumb maintained its circular rhythm. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my muscles clenching around his fingers as I surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation that only the most dangerous man in the city could provide.

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“God, I’ve missed you, Caleb growled against my ear, his voice thick with raw emotion and barely restrained violence.

My vision remained hazy as he captured my mouth again. Wild desire consumed every rational thought. I needed his skin against mine, needed him inside me like I needed air to breathe. His tongue exploring my mouth only intensified my craving for the man who owned half the city’s underground,

While we kissed, I pushed his tailored jacket off his shoulders and let it fall, revealing the shoulder holster he never removed. I worked frantically to remove his vest, then started on his shirt buttons. When Caleb returned to caressing my breasts, I lost all patience and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the elevator floor like spent bullet casings. He smiled against my lips,

“Impatient, my angel?”

“Irfeed you inside me now. I need your body against mine, taking me to paradise: The words tumbled out without filter, raw and desperate.

“Your wish is my command: Caleb stepped back and quickly shed his remaining clothes, his movements efficient and predatory.

“You’re magnificent,” I breathed, admiring his sculpted form marked with scars from territory wars as I pulled him back to me.

Caleb kissed me with consuming hunger and tore my panties away with one swift motion, the expensive silk snapping like tissue paper. The delicate fabric fell to the floor. He pressed his body against mine, lifted my leg to his waist, and filled me completely with one powerful thrust that claimed me as his territory. He stayed perfectly still, eyes closed, forehead pressed to mine as our bodies remembered each other’s rhythm. Then he began to move with slow, deliberate strokes that reminded. me exactly who I belonged to.

“Caleb, please,” I moaned desperately. “I need more. Harder:

“You want me to take you hard, my angel?” he whispered between kisses, his voice carrying the same command he used in Commission meetings.

“Yes,” I gasped, lost in desire for the most dangerous man alive.

Caleb increased his pace, claiming me against the cold elevator wall while my body burned with need for my mafia king. Another orgasm built inside me, more intense than the first. My legs trembled as every nerve ending concentrated on reaching that

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peak. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, my entire body twisting with pleasure. The climax hit me like a gunshot, violent and all–consuming, making my muscles contract with incredible force around him.

“Christ, Ivy, you feel incredible Caleb groaned, his control finally snapping.

He followed me over the edge, spilling inside me with hot pulses that left me feeling complete for the first time in weeks. We clung to each other, breathless and slick with sweat. He remained inside me, and I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his body like the rhythm of power itself. We stayed connected, savoring these stolen moments between the Don and his forbidden obsession.

Eventually, he withdrew and kissed me deeply. He retrieved a monogrammed handkerchief from his suit pocket and gently cleaned between my thighs with surprising tenderness. Slowly, he dressed himself while I watched, then helped me back into my bra. He picked up his ruined shirt and smiled as he put it on, the fabric hanging open to reveal his chest. Dangling my torn panties from one finger, he gestured to his buttonless shirt.

“Now we’re even.”

I smiled at his dangerous playfulness. He looked even more commanding with his tousled hair and open shirt revealing the tattoos that marked him as the Thorne family heir. He helped me into my dress, and as he zipped it up, he bit my neck gently before kissing the spot.

“A mark, so you remember that only I can make you lose control like this.” He ran his fingers through my hair, attempting to smooth it, then picked up his jacket and pulled me close. “Come home with me. Stay in the family compound tonight.”

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