Billionaire's Hidden Princess by Alegna Ciee (tharntype novel english .TXT) 📕

[Warning: Mature Content Ahead]

Before a fist fight can break out, the security guards and other staff immediately spring into action and put a stop to it.

Fortunately, Ian is present in the scene that time. He’s able to respond instantly and keep Livius from losing control any more that he already had, though he only barely made it.

Leticia was unmoving and speechless after finding her boyfriend so furious and enraged. He completely lost his temper. He looked like an untamed beast who could rip a human apart in just a matter of minutes.

“Alright! Fine! I’ll stop, but only after you get rid of this man once and for all. Take him out of here this instance! Take him out of my sight!” was what Livius kept hollering that time.

Chaos broke out inside the lounge. Everything was a mess.

Only when he was able to get a hold on Leticia did he start to cool down. He forced himself to bottle up his treacherous surge of ransacking emotions as he hauled her out of that place.

Then, without saying any word, he proceeded to drag her all the way back to their hotel room.

“L-Livi…” Leticia tried to voice out, worry laced in her voice.

Livius has slammed the door behind him, still extremely infuriated. He then ruffles his hair in frustration, brows scrunched tightly together in vex.

She never saw this side of him before. It got her thoroughly bewildered and unsure of what exactly she should do.

With neither of them uttering a word, a stretch of heavy quietude prevails in their midst. While he just keeps pacing back and forth, she only remains standing in the middle of the room.

That’s until his silence took a whole new direction.

“Lay on the bed, Eya,” Livius ordered tyrannically, making her shudder.

Leticia takes more than a second to let this register. She never imagined him saying her name with so much vehemence that she could feel how deep of a trouble she has gotten herself into.

But then, not wanting to anger him more or make the situation worse, she hesitantly complied. She walked up to the enormous bed and sat on its side, biting her lower lip nervously all the while.

That’s when Livius pounced on her out of nowhere.

Much to her flummox, he made his way to her and pushed her back, causing her to fall on the bed. He then bent down above her on all fours – his toned, strong body trapping her petite, fragile figure.

All Leticia can do at that moment is return his blazing gaze with a befuddled one.

“L-Livi… I-I swear it’s not what you’re thinking… I-I was just…” she faltered, unable to handle the heavy layer of skepticism on his face.

“I thought you already knew well by now, Eya…” he trailed off all of the sudden, voice thick and thunderous.

“You’re mine. And just so you know, princess, I don’t share.”

With a proprietorial look on his scowling face, Livius finally snapped and went ahead to smack his lips on her with so much intensity and zeal.

Leticia gasped at the roughness of his move, completely thrown off guard.

It’s different from how he usually touches her. This one is full of needs and desperation – almost as if he’s afraid that she’ll suddenly disappear once he stops.   

He keeps kissing her heatedly for the next seconds to come, sliding his tongue inside her mouth from time to time. There’s no room for hesitation this time, and he only continues to make a mess out of her.

With that, Livius digs deeper and deeper, his tongue travelling further down – somewhere it never reached before. It plays with her own for a moment, clashing with it like a sword sparring against another.

That’s until he begins exploring other parts of her mouth, making her gasp once more. He ecstatically tries to reach every corner and side as much as he can, reveling in its warmth and the peculiar sensation that comes along with it. A string of saliva then streams down from her lip as her chest heaves up and down erratically.  

She’s now starting to run out of breath while he remains robust and eager to go for more. For a second there as well, she feels some odd hotness pooling her lower part, making her close her legs to repress the sensation.

He’s practically eating her up at this point.

Even after all these, though, Livius is nowhere near satisfied at all.

His hands move all the way down to her thighs and flip the bottom part of her gown upward, his fingers slowly sprawling all over the smooth skin. Startled, Leticia shivers at the contact of his huge, warm hands on her bare legs.

Feeling him touch her there made the hot sensation on her lower part even more intense. But even then, he just proceeds to massage them and hog their softness all for himself. He fondles with them in so much lust and affection.

Already at the verge of crushing under the abruptness of his gestures, she can’t repress her moans and whimpers any longer. With that, she finally let loose and unravel – stirring on the bed whenever his touches get too unbearable.