The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

His latest blonde

Xavier was balls deep inside his latest blonde when his phone chimed across the nightstand. He dove deeper into the blonde, which resulted in the blonde letting out a piercing shriek of anguish. It was no wonder the man was called a s*x Adonis. Gazing up at her from below, his eyes were filled with a sense of boredom. With a sudden burst of energy, he delivered a forceful thrust that caused her to arch her back in agony. The sharp pain radiated through her body, leaving her gasping for air and struggling to remain upright. She could feel the intensity of his gaze on her as she tried to regain her composure. His piercing stare seemed to penetrate deep into her soul, filling her with an unsettling feeling.

While he was still inside her, he tried to see the caller ID by looking across the nightstand, but he couldn’t. The girl's toes curled, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer with fierce urgency. Her body pressed against his, aching for every inch of contact as their hearts beat in perfect synchronization.

“Ignore it!” she commanded.

Xavier's features transformed into a mask of coldness as if his emotions had been frozen in time. The mere thought of being told what to do was enough to send him spiraling into a state of anger and defiance. His voice, sharp and abrupt like the snap of a whip, cut through the air as he pulled away abruptly.

“Get out!” The blonde just couldn’t believe it. She was almost, but not quite, at her peak when he yelled, ‘Get out!’ The blonde's heart sank as she heard his booming voice command her to leave. She had been so close to reaching new heights of pleasure, but now it seemed like a distant dream. Her horror only grew as he strode confidently towards the nightstand, fully exposed in all his glory and dripping with arrogance.

His eyes scanned the caller ID with contempt before turning to lock onto the trembling woman in front of him. He scoffed and then licked his lips. He had a strong feeling that his father was on the brink of saying something that would provoke his anger, and he planned to take out his frustration on the blonde woman who desired his c*ck as if her life depended on it.

"You sure do have a very nice timing to call someone, Father," he finally picked up the call.

“Young man, I know you are back in the country, probably shagging all these dirty girls in town. Come get married.” Xavier's nostrils flared as he snorted in disbelief, his jaw clenched with anger and annoyance.

The corners of Xavier's lips curled into a sneer as he raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing with a hint of amusement at his father's words. “Which Cinderella do you want me to save this time, Father?” Old Mr. Knight, as he always does, yelled at him.

“Your wife.” Xavier's full, pink lips part and reveal bright, white teeth as his deep chuckle erupts from his throat. His dimpled cheeks lift slightly, and his eyes crinkle at the corners with amusement.

“You’re not serious, are you?” The man on the other side of the line didn’t say much, then Xavier continued, “She’s not my wife till we tie the knots. In any case, won’t I be marrying a low-class girl in order to please you, Father?” Xavier's raised eyebrow and curled sneer convey his tone of sarcasm as his lips part and his face twists into a mocking expression.

“You have an hour to get to the church. Xavier, you don’t want to make me mad, do you?” He said that and then hung up the phone.

“One hour isn’t enough, as you called me while I was busy with something. I still have to bathe for my wedding and dress up to impress my bride, and I have 2 hours to get to New York City from my current location.” By the time he glanced at his phone, the man had already ended the call.

“F*ck! That old man!” Xavier’s face twisted into a mixture of frustration and anger. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed, forming a thin line. His eyes narrowed and his shoulders tensed as he continued to stare at his phone.

Xavier exuded an air of cruelty and cockiness, drawing women to him like moths to a flame. His chiseled features and confident swagger made him seem almost otherworldly, like a god among mortals. A s*x god, to be precise. But despite his reputation as a ladies' man, there was one person he could never say 'No' to—his father. Despite their occasional clashes, Xavier held a deep admiration and love for his father that ran as deep as the ocean. He would do anything for him, even if it meant sacrificing his own desires and ambitions.

He was annoyed that he wasn’t going to get out of this one. He turned to see the girl's face, damp with sweat and flushed with desire, her eyes wide and pleading. He grabbed her hand and went to the balcony. He kicked open her feet, holding her hips firmly, while he lined up his c**k. The girl's hands grip the metal railing, her knuckles white from the pressure. Her skin is slick with sweat, and her fingers tremble with anticipation. His slippery head probed violently at her entrance.

“Oh, my God!” The girl's screams of ecstasy echoed through the room as Xavier thrust his hardened member inside her, filling her up with primal desire and raw pleasure.

“Shut up, you are so annoying," he said to the girl as he brought one of his hands to close her mouth. “I hate it when my dog barks.” His words were muffled by her moans as he relentlessly plunged into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She clung to the metal railing of the balcony, her fingers gripping with white-knuckled intensity as Xavier's hard shaft repeatedly pierced her depths. The force of his movements pushed them both to their limits, their bodies merging in a frenzy of raw desire and primal need.