Her Contract Marriage To The Billionaire Alpha

Plotting

Theodore POV

I head out of the house, refusing to feel even remotely guilty, despite Alyssa's eyes staring at me as I walk to the car, quickly getting in and taking off. I know the route well by now, to the point that I could practically drive it blindfolded. I smirked, pulled into the parking lot, and climbed out, walking straight past the doorman who pretended as usual not to see me, and straight to the elevator. I loosen my tie in anticipation, already feeling my body beginning to relax and the stress to leave my body. I walk down the long corridor and then knocked discreetly on the door, waiting with infinite patience for her to open the door. It opens with a creak as she gestures me quickly inside, shutting the door hastily behind her. I rolled my eyes. There's no need to be so dramatic.

"Were you followed" she bit her lip as I gazed at her body with appreciation, taking in the flimsy blue négligée she was wearing, so transparent that you could see every single curve beneath it.

"The media have had enough of the scandal," I said irritably. "None of them are foolish enough to follow me" I snorted, "stop being so paranoid Dahlia". I narrowed my eyes as she began to teasingly pull my tie from around my neck, dropping it carelessly to the floor.

She pouts "Still, what if Alyssa had decided to follow?" she raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow, licking her lips seductively, and begins to undo the buttons on my shirt, a small smile curved on her lips.

"Alyssa? She has no idea what's going on between us. She believes the lies we tell her, just like everybody else does". I smirked "She hasn't gotten suspicious the last few months has she?" I pointed out with satisfaction as Dahlia pulled my shirt off my shoulders and dropped it, her eyes darting toward my zipper.

"Alyssa always thought she was better than me" Dahlia muttered, sinking slowly to her knees, her eyes beginning to gleam "I was always compared to her. She's always acted so superior" she sniffed, slowly undoing the buttons on my trousers as I stepped out of my shoes and socks, her hand going to the zipper, her fingers pulling it torturously down as I felt a flood of anticipation sweep through me.

"Don't forget that she's still going to be my wife Dahlia" I interrupted, staring down at her, my face hard as granite, "so be very careful about what you say."

"You always defend her" she sulks, even as she puts her hand slowly inside my pants and pulls out my member, her other hand dragging my pants down my legs. I stepped out of them, gritting my teeth as she began to slowly rub the tip of my c**k. Damn. She was good. She looked at me with a teasing smile and then deliberately ran her tongue over the end of my shaft, causing me to shudder.

"Alyssa doesn't do this for you" she whispers mockingly as I clench my hands into fists and force myself to remain still "does she, Theodore?" her voice is knowing "little Alyssa the prim, proper, prude" she hissed, before moving in closer and enveloping more of my c**k into her mouth as I let out a strangled sound.

My head flings back slightly as she begins to tease me with her tongue and mouth, her hand reaching up to clasp my shaft, moving in tandem with her head. I growled as she began to pleasure me, knowing instinctively what felt good and what was sure to get me on the brink of losing control. I grabbed the back of her head, my fingers entwining in her golden blonde hair, roughly pulling her head back and forth as she sucked me for all she was worth.

"Just like that" I grunted, "f**k, you little slut", I growled, "take more of it". I shoved in deeper, causing her to gag slightly, even as she obediently opened her mouth even wider, taking me to the hilt.

I sucked in a breath, feeling the back of her throat, my eyes bulging at the pleasure as I began to thrust in and out of her mouth, intent on the sensations I was feeling and how her throat convulsed around my c**k.

I could feel my body getting close and without warning I pulled away, causing Dahlia to give a low whine of disappointment.

"Get on the f*****g bed" I snarled, pointing to it.

I was hard as a rock and desperate to relieve some s****l tension. I wanted to sink myself into her p***y, and I was in a hurry. Dahlia moved swiftly to the bed, getting on her hands and knees, knowing exactly what to expect from me. She knew my quirks and preferences by now. She wore no underwear and I let out a low groan as I headed to her, climbing up on the bed and positioning myself behind her, my hands going to her hips, my nails digging into her flesh slightly. I could hear her shallow breathing, hear the racing of her heart. Her eyes were fixed on the bedroom wall ahead of her and her own hands were digging into the bedsheets. I slammed into her with no warning. She gave a loud cry, her back arching, biting her lip, while I gripped her hips, sinking all the way inside of her, almost groaning at how tight she was. f**k. I panted, sliding out of her and then slamming back in, using my strength to f**k her hard as she whimpered and gave her delicious little cries that I enjoyed so much.

I slapped her on the ass. "What are you", I snapped.

"Yours," she moaned, "only yours."

"Who gets to f**k you?" I hissed, thrusting in and out of her, while Dahlia rocked back and forth on her knees, a look of ecstasy on her face.

"Just you Theo," she mewled, "Just you."

"Damn right," I growled. I pushed her on the bed so that her shoulders were pinned down and her ass was sticking straight up, my hands holding her still so that I could f**k her even harder and without mercy. I liked dominating, being ruthless, and listening to the sounds of her whimpering my name. I enjoyed rough s*x, whereas Alyssa didn't. Not that I would ever show her this side of me, not at least until the wedding was over. This was something that I was able to simply reveal to Dahlia, who kept her silence due to the money and stupid little trinkets I threw her way. Dahlia was just a slut, somebody to f**k and then leave. She wasn't wife material. Not like Alyssa was. But she was damn good at being f****d and just the way I liked it. It was almost a shame I couldn't marry Dahlia, but then again, she wasn't pure or sweet like Alyssa was. She had been around the block a few times and it showed.

"I'm cumming" she cried, her p***y clenching hard around my c**k as I continued to pound into her, her body stiffening, a loud shriek echoing across the room.

"f*****g w***e" I hissed, grabbing her hips and slamming into her hard as she gave a strangled moan. I came, my body stiffening as I thrust in one last time, spilling my seed and giving a loud gutteral groan. I pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed as Dahlia tentatively began to sit up, still looking slightly dazed.

I pointed at my pants. She looked hesitant, but I shook my head at her, and she sighed, getting up and going over to them, digging in the pockets until she found what she was after. The morning after pill. I had dozens of them. All for this exact moment. There was no way in hell I was letting this b***h trap me with a pregnancy. I didn't trust her not to try and manipulate me like that. There had been too many times she had attempted to persuade me to leave Alyssa that made me uncomfortable. I watched silently as she went into the bathroom and grabbed a glass of water, coming back and swallowing the tablet, showing me her empty mouth with frustration on her face.

"There" she said irritably, shoving the glass on the table, "are you satisfied now?"

"Naturally. You know the rules, Dahlia". There was no sympathy or warmth in my tone now.

She glared, putting her hands on her hips. "I did" she said, raising her head, "but what happens after you're married Theodore?" she challenged, "What happens to us then? Are you going to stop having this" she motioned at herself and her naked body "and exchange it for boring safe s*x with Alyssa?" she demanded icily.

Ah, she was feeling insecure or jealous. Not surprising. I gave a lazy smile as she moved reluctantly closer. "Dahlia, I told you. We might have to stop for a little while" I said, as her expression turned mutinous, "but we can start back up. Just because I've married Alyssa doesn't mean things have to change. I thought you liked screwing me behind her back."

"Yes, because I thought you were going to tell her at one stage" Dahlia pouted, "now you've asked to keep it from her."

"Well yes, but aren't you happy with the money I'm giving you? The expensive jewelry? The gucci handbags?" I pressed.

She sighed. "Yes."

"Then what's the problem?" I growled. "I've already said I'll continue to supply you with anything your little heart desires."

"You don't get it do you?" she shook her head, looking indignant "Theodore, I think that I might be in..." her voice trailed off.

I eyed her suspiciously. "Might be what Dahlia?"

We had an agreement. She knew what the rules were, what was expected. It was too late to start complaining about them now.

She avoided my gaze and wrapped her arms around her waist. "It's well, never mind" she nibbled on her lower lip "Are you going to work now?" she asked, as I stretched my arms above my head, feeling remarkably cheerful and satiated.

"It would look suspicious if I didn't go to work" I said nonchalantly, getting up and beginning to sift through the clothes, even though Dahlia still wore the flimsy négligée, "I told Alyssa that's where I was headed."

"She won't even check, she's too trusting" Dahlia muttered angrily.

"It doesn't hurt to be careful, there are still a few days left until the wedding" I reminded her, beginning to pull my trousers back on "I need to keep her happy until then."

"Alysssa is lost in fantasy land. She won't even realize that you're gone" she muttered, watching as I pulled on my rumpled shirt and began to deftly do up the buttons.

She grabbed my tie and began to put it around my neck, carefully fixing it for me.

"Still, make sure she's not suspicious when you get back" I advised, grabbing my jacket and shrugging it on and then grabbing my wallet and keys "and play the part of the loving stepsister," I added, as she scowled at me, before heading to the door.

"One of these days she's going to find out" Dahlia called as I opened the door, "and then what will you do?"

I turned and grinned "By the time that happens it will be too late for her to leave me" and shut the door on a bewildered-looking Dahlia, whistling underneath my breath.