THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS-Chapter 224: TEMPTING NEEDS

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"Take off your bra," Alanis commanded, his deep voice vibrating through the thick heat of the room.

Harlow didn’t hesitate. Her fingers moved to the clasp, undoing it with practiced ease. Seduction was her specialty. She loved it. And more than anything, she loved making him suffer, the pain of wanting her but never being able to have her. That was more than heartbreak. That was torture. And she was here for it.

"Take it off slowly," he murmured.

She obeyed, her movements languid, teasing.

"Is that all? Have I filled your fantasy?" she asked, her voice filled with boredom. She was ready to bathe and leave, but Alanis wasn’t done. Not even close.

"Bury yourself in the water for two seconds, then come up. Keep going until I say stop," he ordered.

Harlow barely had time to process his command before he reached for his clothes. Her breath caught. Was he really undressing in front of her?

Was he trying to seduce her?

A frown creased her brow as conflicting thoughts swarmed her mind. No. That wasn’t how this worked. She was in control. She was the one who toyed with him. If he thought he could turn the tables, he had another thing coming.

Alanis peeled off his shirt, revealing a body carved from years of discipline. Muscles flexed effortlessly under golden skin, every ridge and line sculpted to perfection. Harlow froze.

She had never craved to devour someone as much as she craved this man right now.

She swallowed hard.

A knowing smirk tugged at Alanis’s lips as he unbuttoned his trousers, dragging the zipper down with agonizing slowness. When the fabric pooled at his feet, her gaze flickered downward, only to snap back up.

From his boxers, she could see how large he was, his length straining against the fabric, desperate to be free.

Harlow’s fingers gripped the edges of the bathtub. Without thinking, she plunged into the water, staying submerged for longer than two seconds. Anything to hide the way her body reacted to him. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

She would not let him know he was getting to her.

Here she thought she was the one seducing him. But it turns out, he was seducing her.

She surfaced, refusing to meet his gaze, then dipped under again. She repeated the process, each time willing herself to remain indifferent.

By the fifth time, his voice cut through the air.

"Stop."

She obeyed, her cheeks burning. She didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching her, eyes filled with something dark and unreadable.

Of course, she’d had sex with him in the past. She knew exactly how good it was. How sinful. How addictive. But in this lifetime, she had vowed never to give in. No matter how much her body screamed for him, she had silenced those urges. Suppressed them.

Yet here he was, rekindling a fire she had long since buried.

"Eyes on me," Alanis commanded, pulling her from her thoughts as he turned on the shower.

She met his gaze, her expression unreadable. This man was standing fully bare before her. He had nothing on, not even his boxer.

She wouldn’t let him know how much he affected her. Wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her fall apart.

"I want to show you how I truly feel when I’m with you." Alanis drawled, his voice darker than usual.

The water dripped from his skin in slow, deliberate streams, tracing over his chest, and gliding down his abdomen. Harlow bit the inside of her cheek.

Alanis had never looked more delicious.

"Take off your panties," his deep voice rumbled, sending a shudder through her.

The way the word panties rolled off his tongue felt like sin itself.

"Take them off. Slowly."

She lifted her hips slightly, the milky water shifting with her movement, some spilling onto the floor. Her fingers slid beneath the fabric, peeling it away inch by inch.

Alanis groaned.

She heard it, the sound of his hand moving against something, something she refused to look at. She kept her eyes on him. Only him.

She knew that if she let her gaze wander, if she dared to look down... she would be doomed.

The moment her panties slipped off completely, his next words sent a shockwave through her.

"Spread those legs for me, my villain."

His voice was deeper, thick with something raw and untamed. His hand was still wrapped around himself, stroking, moving faster.

Harlow placed her feet on the edge of the tub, parting her thighs just enough to hear another groan rip from his throat.

Alanis’s face contorted into something else, something wild.

His strokes turned desperate, rougher.

A strange sensation curled in Harlow’s stomach. Something warm. Something ticklish.

She clenched her thighs instinctively, resisting the need to close them. If she did, he would know. He would know she was affected. And she refused to give him that power.

"Squeeze your breasts," Alanis rasped, his voice barely a whisper.

"You’re demanding too much," she shot back.

"Just do it," he groaned.

She hesitated for only a moment before lifting her hands, resting her ankles on the tub’s edge. Her palms found her breasts, fingers pressing in slightly.

She bit her lip before giving them a soft squeeze. Alanis groaned louder this time.

The sound sent electricity crackling through her veins, making the ache between her legs even worse. But she refused to touch herself.

Just like every other time.

She would let it pass. She had to.

But in only a few minutes, Alanis had undone months of restraint. Months of discipline. She had never hated herself more.

Or him.

She should not feel this way. This man had no right to make her feel like this. Not after everything.

Harlow watched him place one hand against the wall, his strokes quick, rough, merciless. His head dropped forward, resting against the wall.

And then, temptation won.

Her gaze dropped.

And that was the moment she lost her last shred of sanity.

It wasn’t just the ache anymore.

It was longing. Needing.

She wanted... No, she craved, to be touched. Her hands itched to calm the aching flesh. Harlow but on her tongue till she felt a familiar metallic taste in her mouth. She refuse to give in to temptation.

Her thighs snapped shut as she shot out of the tub.

She grabbed a towel and fled the bathroom, not even bothering to rinse off the bathwater clinging to her skin.

She needed air because she was burning hotter than she had ever felt before.

Meanwhile, Alanis was down to his final strokes.

His body tensed, muscles flexing as he lost himself completely. A guttural groan filled the empty space, his breathing ragged, uneven.

By the time he lifted his head, finally coming down from his high, Harlow was gone.

And he could only smirk.