Chapter 5
Elise shivered under the intensity of his stare, the look on his face igniting a fire deep within her.
Just then, pleasure surged within her so intensely that she forgot how to breathe. Her chest rose and fell, her body trembling with anticipation.
Xavier didn’t let her catch her breath.
His thrusts grew rougher, becoming aggressive and deep, and soon she was gushing around him, a wave of ecstasy that made him shudder as he released himself too.
Their bodies tangled together, his face buried in her chest, breaths heavy and ragged.
She trembled beneath him as he continued to thrust, riding the peak of their shared orgasm while overwhelming sensations robbed her of air.
When he finally slowed and came to a stop, she attempted to pull away, shifting to sit up.
But in an instant, he grabbed her waist, looking down at her with a questioning gaze.
Seeing the confusion in his eyes, he frowned and said, “We are not over yet.”
She blinked, taken aback, but before she could respond, his hand was on her waist, flipping her around effortlessly.
As she fell back against him, he untied the binds on her wrists, then turned her back to face him. His fingers brushed against her reddened skin, a gentle caress that sent shivers through her.
Elise looked into his eyes, reaching for the cloth still covering her mouth to take it off, but he captured her hand firmly.
“This will stay on,” he commanded.
Trembling, her hand fell away.
He pulled her over his body, flipping their positions. The moment she straddled his hips, his girth slid inside her, eliciting a soft, restrained sound from her lips, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
He filled her so completely that she felt every inch of him, the tip brushing against a sensitive spot that sent electric waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“Good girl. Now move; I can’t wait,” he urged, urgency lacing his voice like a taut string ready to snap.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he seized her waist, his fingers pressing into her soft skin, guiding her movements.
He coaxed her to rock back and forth, the rhythm starting slow, each motion igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through her. With a sudden surge of strength, he lifted her effortlessly, allowing her to slide down onto him completely, her body trembling as he filled her to the hilt.
“Mhmm!” A sharp gasp escaped Elise’s lips, the overwhelming sensation electrifying her senses.
The deep connection between them stirred something primal within her, and as he thrust again, the intensity began to build.
She felt herself responding, instinctively increasing her pace, her movements growing more urgent and fervent.
Each thrust became a powerful wave, crashing into her core, driving her closer to the edge.
With each deep stroke, the rhythm quickened, turning frantic as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the air, punctuating the heated atmosphere.
Pleasure surged through her like a wildfire, consuming her completely. Her breaths came in sharp gasps, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
As he continued to thrust hard and deep, relentless in his pursuit, she surrendered to the rising tide of sensation.
The world around her faded, leaving only the intoxicating union of their bodies, until finally, she was swept away in a rush of climax that left her quaking, breathless, and craving more as he drove deeper, pushing her toward another peak.
She collapsed against his chest, her entire form trembling, yet he persisted, thrusting in and out of her with relentless force. Each movement seemed to entice him further, his grip tightening on her hips as he slammed into her snug channel.
It took her a moment to find her rhythm again, but he remained hard and steamy inside her, and she trembled uncontrollably beneath his relentless pace.
His gaze was fixed intently on the sight of her bouncing hips, swallowing him whole.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, his desire heating up even more, if that was possible. Then, with a powerful thrust, he released inside her, gripping her hips tightly as he rode the high, both of them trembling and crying out as another wave of pleasure coursed through her like electrifying shakes.
Once the aftershocks began to fade, he flipped them again, his eyes locked on her face.
She looked up at him, shock evident in her expression, unable to form words as she was still recovering. To him, her pleasure-filled gaze was an invitation, making his shaft swell even more.
His fingers slipped between her legs, rubbing her swollen bundle of nerves, and she jerked beneath him, a gasp escaping her mouth as pleasure shot through her.
He tightened his hold, fingers flicking over her sensitive spot relentlessly. Her body jerked, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations, but he didn’t relent.
Aligning his hardened rod at her entrance, he slid inside, watching her face closely. He began to slide in and out at a quick pace, and his fingers continued their torment, flicking her soft nub over and over again.
Elise shivered beneath him, completely unraveling in his arms, but Xavier showed no sign of stopping. It was as though watching her come apart was the only thing that satisfied him, his gaze fixed on every trembling breath and every helpless reaction as if he could never get enough of her.
***
The Chen Manor was already alive despite the early hour.
Morning sunlight streamed through the towering windows, spilling across the polished marble floors and making the crystal chandeliers sparkle faintly.
Servants moved back and forth through the enormous mansion with practiced ease.
Some carefully arranged fresh flowers inside expensive crystal vases while others dusted the antique furniture or adjusted the paintings hanging along the long hallways.
From the kitchen came the faint aroma of breakfast as chefs and maids hurried to prepare the morning meal.
The manor was grand in every sense of the word.
Dark walnut walls were decorated with priceless paintings collected over the years, while the high ceilings were covered with intricate hand-carved patterns that drew the eye the moment someone stepped inside.
Every piece of furniture had been custom-made, every decoration carefully chosen.
It was luxurious enough to leave anyone speechless, yet there was a coldness that lingered throughout the house.
The manor was magnificent.
Every inch of it reflected wealth beyond imagination.
Elegant. Cold. Intimidating.
Just like its owner.
Descending the curved staircase, Elise adjusted the sleeve of her black blouse before smoothing the front of her pencil skirt. A fitted blazer rested over her shoulders, her long hair fell neatly behind her back, and a pair of pearl earrings completed her elegant appearance.
She walked toward the foyer, picked up her purse from the console table, slipped her phone, tablet, and car keys inside, then checked once more that she hadn't forgotten anything.
Just as she reached for the front door, her phone vibrated.
The moment she saw the caller ID, the tiredness on her face disappeared.
A soft smile spread across her lips.
"Dad."
She answered immediately.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Kevin's warm voice came through the speaker. "Have you left for work already?"
Elise bent down to slip on her heels before answering with a smile. "Not yet. I'm just about to leave."
"Good. Then come home instead."
Elise couldn't help laughing.
"Dad."
"I'm serious." Kevin let out a helpless sigh. "Come back and take over Foster Group. Your mother and I miss you every day."
Before Elise could respond, he continued, as if he had been waiting a long time to say this.
"If Xavier's parents hadn't come to me personally and asked me to let you work at Chen Group before the wedding, saying the two of you needed time together to understand each other and build your relationship, I would've refused from the start."
He let out a dissatisfied huff.
"Do you know how reluctant I was? My daughter, a director at another man's company.
" He shook his head. "It never sat right with me.
You're the future owner of Foster Group.
One day, everything I have will be yours.
Why should my precious girl spend her days helping someone else build his empire when she has one of her own waiting for her? "
Elise's smile softened.
She leaned lightly against the marble pillar beside the entrance, listening patiently as her father complained.
Kevin had said these same words countless times over the past year, yet every single time he sounded just as serious as the first.
Despite not sharing a single drop of blood with her, Kevin and Grace had never treated her as anything less than their own daughter.
From the day they adopted her, they had poured all of their love into her, giving her everything they possibly could.
They celebrated every birthday with her, comforted her whenever she was upset, and supported every decision she made.
Not once had they ever allowed her to feel different from any biological child.
"Dad," Elise said gently, "I'm doing alright. I'm only helping Xavier for now."
Kevin snorted. "Your company needs you more."
Elise smiled again, already imagining the stubborn expression on his face.
"How about I come home this weekend?" she asked. "It's been a long time since I saw you and Mom."
There was complete silence on the other end.
For two whole seconds, Kevin didn't say a word.
Then suddenly—
"Grace!"
His booming voice echoed through the phone so loudly that Elise instinctively pulled it away from her ear.
"Grace! Our daughter is coming home this weekend!"
A moment later, Grace's excited voice could be heard in the background.
"What? Really?"
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the phone before Grace spoke again, her voice full of excitement.
"Elise, sweetheart, are you really coming home?"
"I am, Mom."