No Second Time: The Billionaire Craves Me Forever

"Trust me, if Judith is pregnant, it's clearly not for me," Axel spoke calmly to his contract wife, who was only his secretary a week ago.

Calmly seated across from him at his penthouse dining table, Alethea couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.

"Did you just chuckle at my words?" he asked, furrowing his brows in disbelief.

Alethea's eyes sparkled with mirth. "I didn't mean to chuckle, sir. It's just... you claiming not to have impregnated Judith after getting intimate sounds utterly absurd to me. As a single mother, I wouldn't support an irresponsible father."

Axel's eyes widened in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up. "You're a single mother?"

Alethea's eyes bulged. "Y...yes, I am, sir," she stuttered upon realising she had unknowingly disclosed a part of her that only a handful of people knew about.

"And you didn't think of telling me that before the whole country now thinks of you as my wife!?" Axel spat, his voice rising slightly.

"I...I..."

"You know what!?" He cut her off. "Just continue to keep a low profile in that aspect. I have much bigger problems than dealing with your child."

"And as for Judith, no way she's pregnant for me. I used protection, and she's clearly a setup by Juliana," he concluded.

With his stance clear, Alethea nodded in understanding, and she was willing to help him replenish his image as his contract wife.

~

Within weeks, it became known to the public that Judith wasn't actually pregnant, through the help of Alethea's live video reveal, which went viral.

Axel's reputation was finally replenished, but one thing he knew was that his old aunt, Juliana, wouldn't back off so soon.

~

A month later, in a private meeting room in Paris, Axel and Alethea sat across from one of his business partners, awaiting her contract approval terms.

"You'll have to... have sex with me tonight before I get the papers signed, Mr. Jones," Gabrielle Vonch declared shamelessly in a steady and uncompromising tone.

"What!? That's not going to happen!" Alethea snapped, her outburst catching both Axel and Gabrielle off guard.

Axel's eyes narrowed slightly to scrutinize her face, and he couldn't help but wonder about the main reason behind her objection.

"Oops... your wife doesn't seem to be the understanding type," Gabrielle remarked, leaning back in her chair with gleaming eyes. "I'll leave you both to make a decision. These are the keys to your lodge and mine," she added, sliding two cards across the table.

"Mine is right beside yours. You only have tonight to seal the contract deal," she concluded, and with this, she stood up and left them.

"I need you in the room," Axel instructed coldly to Alethea the moment it was just the two of them left. With this, he also stood up, and Alethea gently followed behind him.

As soon as they entered their hotel room, he roughly removed his necktie, followed by his black blazer with a hint of frustration. Left in his incompletely buttoned white shirt, he turned to face Alethea, who had been standing right behind him in silence.

"Just tell me one thing, Alethea, why did you respond before I could? You know how important this contract is!" he snapped, his eyes locked onto her face as they stood a few metres apart. "And why would you care if I sleep with Gabrielle?" he continued.

Alethea found herself lost in thought, searching for the right answers to his complicated questions. "Why would she care? She was only his wife by contract."

Before she could gather her thoughts, Axel's impatient voice suddenly cut through. "Stop wasting my precious time, Alethea," he snapped.

Taking a deep breath, Alethea managed to respond calmly with the right excuse. "I was just being watchful as your media wife. It's my job to ensure what happened with Judith doesn't repeat itself."

Axel raised an eyebrow, his expression tinged with sarcasm. "Oh, I see," he drawled, and suddenly bridged the gap between them without warning. His arms sliding to her waist, he pulled her against his rigid body.

The sudden pull caught Alethea by surprise, and her pulse raced at how close they stood. "What are you up to, sir?" she breathed in a voice barely above a whisper.

Axek realized she had gone back to addressing him formally, and a sly smirk spread across his lips. She always did that whenever her emotions were unsettled.

"Were you truly just doing your job as my contractual wife? Or... was it something more? Maybe jealousy?" he said, whispering to her face.

Alethea's eyelashes fluttered wildly in astonishment as she struggled to justify his words. "Following the contract rules, I can't be jealous, sir," she managed to say while regaining her composure.

Axel's brows furrowed slightly before he cleared his throat. "Okay, if so, I believe you aren't jealous... tentatively," he muttered, then released his grasp on her waist before stepping back.

For a moment, their eyes only locked in silence. Then, his voice broke the brief stillness. "You know what? About rule number three, it's null and void as I speak," he ridiculously stated aloud.

Alethea's mouth hung open, her eyes blinking wildly in astonishment. "Are you trying to flirt with me, sir?" she asked in a voice audible and clear.

Axel's eyes flickered with surprise, his expression revealing a hint of embarrassment at being so transparent.

"Well... yes... it's flirting, if that's what you want to call it," he replied with a shameless grin now on his face. "Mind you, the opportunity only lasts till we're out of here."

Alethea blinked erratically at the level of his audacity. "I'm not one of those ladies who can't resist you," she snapped, her words striking him like a thunderbolt.

"You can go to Gabrielle and secure the deal, sir. Our marriage is only a business arrangement after all."

Her dismissal only seemed to fuel Axel's desire. Intrigued, he decided to make a move on her and see how different she could really be from other women, as she claimed.

With a crafty smirk spreading across his face, he briskly closed the distance between them and grabbed her waist a second time. Pulling her close against his rigid body, he could feel her nipples press softly against his chest through the thin fabric of her clothing.

"W...what are you doing, sir?" Alethea stuttered, her mind racing with implications.

"Trying to see if you can truly resist me, wifey. Remember your role, and stop using 'sir,'" he whispered into her left ear, his hot breath sending sparks down her spine.

Before she could push him off, he suddenly lifted her off the ground by her hips. Roughly, he pinned her tightly against the nearest wall and swiftly crashed his lips onto her plump pink ones.

With his strong arms tightly pinning her hands above her head and his body mass holding her still, he kissed her softly and calmly like he owned her.

Feeling completely caged in, Alethea's world narrowed to the sensation of his moving lips on hers, and she was suddenly transported back to the very first night, which was also the last night she'd ever been in bed with a man.

Her eyes drifting shut, she got lost in the memories of how she had voluntarily slept with a stranger at a nightclub.

But then, her thoughts were suddenly cut short by the sensation of Axel's fingers slipping into her gown. Before she could stop him, he suddenly moved so fast, and two of his fingers slid into her panties, shoving deep into her cunt.

"Ah," a loud gasp escaped Alethea's lips, as his action left an uncomfortable effect on her.

Determined, Axel slowly and expertly explored her down there with two of his fingers, and that was all it took for the same long-dormant feelings from the old night to come crashing back at her.

Her mind wanted to resist him badly,

but it was too late, as her body already betrayed her.

Having no other option, she succumbed to her darkest desires once again for the second time in her whole lifetime, and her eyes unconsciously drifted shut.

With each thrust from Axel's fingers, she couldn't help but quiver before him, her soft moans filling the whole hotel room.

"Oh...my God," she husked, on the brink of reaching climax, her legs clinging tight to him.

But then, Axel suddenly paused, his hand lingering in place in her wet cunt.

Alethea waited a few seconds for him to continue. But when she realized he wasn't planning to, her eyes desperately fluttered open in question.

"I'll stop here," Axel whispered in her face, his fingers pulling out of her cunt, before shifting her panties back into position.

Alethea's gaze locked onto his ocean blues in disbelief as she wondered if he was really going to leave her crazily horny. Struggling hard to not appear to him like any other ladies, she gulped down and tried to maintain her composure.

But then, she wasn't handling it. Her body and mind combined, completely betrayed her. "I want you," she abruptly muttered in a low whisper, the confession escaping her lips before she could censor it.

Intrigued by her admission, a wily smile spread across Axel's face. "Are you...certain about this, Wifey?" he asked in a low and husky voice, with his face almost touching hers, as he spoke.

Alethea's heart raced slightly, but she still slowly nodded her head in response.

"Okay, then. I want you to strip," Axel uttered in a deep, low commanding tone, and then took two deliberate steps away from her.

"Get completely naked, right here in front of me, if you truly want me," he added.

Alethea's eyes darted toward him upon hearing his request, and she felt her breath instantly catch in her throat. She couldn't believe he was still grumpy, even when it came to something like this.

Instead of acting on his command, she only stayed rooted to the spot, with her eyes solely on him.

Axel's piercing eyes now scanned her from head to toe, drinking in every detail of her appearance. When he noticed she wasn't ready to get undressed, his hands went straight to his own shirt, and he began unbuttoning with deliberate slowness.

As he shed his shirt, revealing his flawless, tattooed, masculine abs, Alethea's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire, as her mind raced randomly.

With Axel's hands now in his pant's pockets, he took two steps forward and stopped inches from her. "How about I help you out?" he asked huskily, with their faces just an inch apart.

Alethea tried to find her voice but before she could utter a thing, he swiftly spun her around and made her face the wall with her back facing him. Without hesitation, he undid the zipper of her red office gown, and he paused again.

"You know one truth? I never undressed any of them. Seeing myself doing that for you right now makes me feel less wanted," he whispered, his husky voice piercing her ears.

"But it's okay, wifey. I guess this separates you from the bitches I've had flings with," he concluded, and that was it-he really did hit a button on her.

"I really want you," the four words suddenly escaped Alethea's lips, and she couldn't take them back. His hot breath seamlessly sending uncontrollable shivers through her, she bit her lower lip while closing her eyes in disappointment.

Axel's lips curved into another sly smirk, and in the blink of an eye, he unhooked her bra.

His bare chest pressing firmly against her bare back, his bare palms began to rub gently on her naked shoulders.

"This doesn't change our contract term," he whispered into her left ear, his voice dripping with seduction.

"Yes...I know," Alethea replied, her voice breaking.

With this, Axel slowly slid her sleeves down her shoulders, the whole fabric eventually dropping to the ground along with her bra.

Left in just her panties, Alethea's eyes became tightly shut under the hawk-like gaze of no one other than her scandalous boss. She felt vulnerable, but yet her desire for him only intensified.

Just then, Axel turned her around, and his eyes widened in awe as he took in the breathtaking sight of the pink protruding nipples on her full, perky breasts, as well as her curvy and flawless hips.

All these features left him utterly captivated, and he got lost in the beauty of her body. Before he knew it, he abruptly had her pinned against the wall, and his lips crushed onto hers again, but in a fierce kiss.

As he nibbled on her plump lips at a rapid pace, Alethea's eyes remained shut, but with her body also responding instinctively to the sensation from him. Her palms on his back, she slowly rubbed against it as their lips moved in perfect rhythm.

But then, Axel suddenly drew away from the kiss. His hands resting on her waist, his chest became heavy with desire as he gazed into her sparkling brown eyes.

"I can't keep doing this," he said in a husky voice, and briskly swept her off the floor.

Reaching the bed, he dropped her roughly onto the soft foam, her back sinking into its plushness.

With his trousers out of the way, Alethea's eyes flickered as her gaze caught his arousal protruding through the fabric of his boxers.

Sliding onto the bed, his muscular body hovered over hers, with his hands beside her, supporting his weight.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes burning with hunger as he stared deeply into her brown eyes.

Alethea, who now found it difficult to maintain his gaze, wondered why he kept asking her this when she was already half-naked beneath him. Feeling a surge of frustration mixed with desire, she swiftly grabbed his head and pulled him into a hungry kiss.

The sensation of her lips nibbling on Axel's sent tremors down his spine, and he felt his self-control instantly slip away.

Taking full command, he traced rough, demanding kisses from her lips down to her neck, leaving a trail of fire that made her skin prickle with heat.

As if marking her as his own, he sucked gentle hickeys onto her delicate skin.

Alethea couldn't take all he was doing to her at that moment. She moaned loudly, throwing her head backward, her body arching off the sheets.

His right hand cupping and squeezing her right breast firmly, Axel kneaded the soft mound while her breathy moans whispered directly into his ear, fueling his throbbing need.

From her neck, his wet lips descended in a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses to her left breast. As her hardened nipple jutted toward him, he captured it in his mouth, his hot tongue circling the swollen pink bud seductively.

A loud gasp escaped Alethea's lips as ecstasy ripped through her, and her back arched again, in waves of pleasure. Her hands plunging into his shiny dark hair, she gripped it tight as he sucked hard on her nipple.

Teasing the tender flesh with flicks of his tongue, he delivered a soft bite that made her whimper. Soothing it with slow licks, he finally shifted to her other nipple.

As his mouth claimed the second hardened tip with equal wildness, Alethea's senses spun wildly, and her moans escalated into desperate cries that blended with his ragged breaths.

After lavishing both nipples equally, he pressed a tender kiss from her chest down to her belly button. With his hands never ceasing to fondle her full breasts, his thumbs continued to brush over her abused nipples.

When his lips finally licked and probed into her navel, Alethea writhed in immense pleasure, her moans deepening into throaty pleas. His hands sliding seductively from her breasts to her waist, he pulled her closer, and gripped her hips firmly.

Tugging her panties aside, he parted her trembling thighs to expose her glistening pussy. Then, he paused for a moment to drink in the sight of her soaked folds and swollen clit before trailing wet, teasing kisses from her belly button down to her aching, sensitive core.

His tongue flicking against her pussy lips, he deeply plunged three thick fingers into her soaked cunt without mercy.

Alethea's walls stretched around the sudden invasion, and she cried out in shock and discomfort.

Axel's eyes narrowed in surprise-he wasn't expecting her to be that impossibly tight. Pulling his fingers out swiftly, he replaced them with his eager tongue and started thrusting in deeply into her dripping entrance.

Lapping at her juices, he savoured the sweet, musky taste. Then, he eased one finger into her alongside his tongue, stretching her gently.

With his tongue swirling over her clit and his finger pumping in and out of her dripping pussy, he sucked the swollen nub hard, drawing out her juices.

Alethea's hips bucking wildly, her world exploded in a haze of bliss, yielding completely to the overwhelming pleasure.

As the minutes passed, Axel picked up the pace. Sliding in a second finger, it curled gently inside her before moving faster and harder against the walls of her sensitive core.

The sudden change stole Alethea's breath away, and her cries grew louder.

Her wailing sound made Axel's body uncontrollably tense, and his cock reacted sharply by twitching painfully against his boxers.

Right at that moment, he halted abruptly, and in one swift motion, he ripped her panties clean off.

As the fabric tore with a sharp snap, Alethea's heart hammered at his wild act. Before she knew it, Axel freed his massive cock and slammed into her with unrelenting force.

"Ahgr!!!" A high-pitched wail escaped Alethea's lips as her body adjusted to the burning stretch of his girth burying to the hilt.

With Axel's thick length forcing her tight pussy to stretch around him, he filled her completely until she felt impossibly full.

"You're so fucking tight, Alethea," he growled through gritted teeth as he let her walls pulse around his throbbing shaft.

After a tense minute of stillness, he hoisted her legs up, draping them over his broad shoulders. Without warning, he withdrew almost entirely and drove back into her with savage power.

His cock plunging deeper into her pussy, he began hitting the spots that made stars burst behind her eyes.

Refusing her any time to recover, he set a punishing rhythm, relentlessly pounding in and out of her sopping pussy, at a blistering pace that shook the bed.

Torn between titles in her haze, Alethea's moans and piercing screams echoed through the hotel room.

"Ah... oh my God... Boss... Ax... oh fuck... Boss... Axel..." she continued moaning loudly, as his balls slapped against her ass in wet smacks.

~

"That was fucking incredible," Axel panted, complimenting her as he finally rolled off.

Silence settled in the aftermath, broken only by their slowing breaths.

Slowly, he turned toward her and found her eyes shut. Mesmerized by the peaceful beauty of her flushed face, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

Regaining his composure, he stretched over and gently pulled the bedsheets up to cover her naked body. But as he moved to lie back, his gaze snagged on the document beside her, and he couldn't believe he'd nearly forgotten the contract amid the heat.

Glancing back at the sleeping beauty beside him, he stared at her face for a moment before finally slipping out of bed.

Moving quietly, he dressed in a fresh outfit. Once ready, he snatched the file and headed toward Gabrielle's lodge.