The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

shriek of anguish. It was no wonder the man was called a sex Adonis. Gazing up at her from below, his eyes were filled with a sense of boredom. With a sudden burst of energy, h

to regain her composure. His piercing stare seemed to penetra

The girl's toes curled, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer with fierce urgenc

t!" she c

ere thought of being told what to do was enough to send him spiraling into a state of anger and defianc

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 dis

nd then licked his lips. He had a strong feeling that his father was on the brink of saying something that would provoke h

iming to call someone, Father,"

these dirty girls in town. Come get married." Xavier's nostrils flared

narrowing with a hint of amusement at his father's words. "Which Cinderella do you

teeth as his deep chuckle erupts from his throat. His dimpled chee

y 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

vier, you don't want to make me mad, do yo

for my wedding and dress up to impress my bride, and I have 2 hours to get to New York City fr

d anger. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed, forming a thin line. His

od among mortals. A sex 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 clas

He grabbed her hand and went to the balcony. He kicked open her feet, holding her hips firmly, while he lined up his cock. The girl's hands grip the metal railing,

gh the room as Xavier thrust his hardened member inside

entlessly 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 intensit