Fifty Shades Of Lovia

Lovia’s PoV:

"F*ck! Ah, f*ck me, baby.. Harder!" I moaned, voice trembling, hands gripping the sheets on the bed like my life depended on it.

His eyes held mine, mouth slightly open, and his waist — God, that waist was rolling into me like he was determined to end me.

My body kept shivering at the sweetness of whatever was happening beneath this luxurious blanket.

"Wanna s*ck my d*ck?" he whispered into my ear dramatically, voice raspy, gasping for air.

I rolled my eyes and nodded silently, licking my full lips. My blurry gaze nearly rolled back as my body still pleaded for more.

The moment he removed himself, we both exhaled deeply. I went on my knees and took him in my mouth.

I licked it slowly, savoring every inch — listening to him moan in that raspy tone as he announced how good it felt.

"Ahhh, f*ck! Ah, dammit, sh*t!" he moaned, hands roaming through my already-messy hair, his head thrown back.

"Yes, yes.. Lovia.. Yes!" he yelled. He had already come. How dare he — it didn't even take three minutes longer than I expected.

I spit it onto the floor and pushed him onto the bed for another round.

This time, he wanted to try something new, so I told him: be my f*ck*ng guest.

I lay on the bed and parted my thighs. He knelt between them and went down on me. His tongue brushed through me, teasing and tickling.

"Ah! God, yes, daddy! F*ck! Lick it!" I moaned loudly, hands trembling and running through his hair.

His tongue moved slowly at first, then faster, making me lose my entire mind.

After that, I turned and knelt on the bed, giving him a doggy position.

"Go on, daddy. Destroy me. Let's see what you're capable of," I dared him, voice provocative, eyes burning into his soul.

"Say no more," he roared, gripping my hair and pulling my head back gently.

Then he positioned himself and slapped my *ss.

"F*ck!" I yelled, fingers gripping the sheets.

He took me harder than before — this time truly intent on destroying me as I had requested.

His hips moved quicker and one hand slapped my *ss with each thrust.

God, Lucas is a whole menace wrapped in a good-boy body,I thought, still moaning for more.

His raspy voice was everything when he moaned — it made me want him even more.

Three minutes of doggy, and he flipped me into missionary. He licked my left breast's nipple while his hands squeezed the other.

"Ahh, God! This feels good! Yes, daddy — this feels so f*ck*ng good!" I roared as my body shivered under his touch.

He then trailed kisses downward from my breast to my waist, sucking the left side of my hip.

My body danced to the rhythm of his lips. Finally, his lips met mine in a long, deep kiss.

Our tongues intertwined and his hands gripped my waist cautiously, as if letting go was not an option.

We kissed deeply and I flipped him over, caging him with both hands for the next round.

I wasn't done with him yet — not until I felt weak in my bones and both legs trembled.

He stared dangerously into my eyes as though I had challenged him to a competition.

"So, you're not satisfied yet?" he questioned, hands already exploring my body.

"Not until I see myself limping home," I replied.

His hands went straight between my legs, fingering me intensely.

I moaned as my body lifted on its own, voice trembling, hands running through his hair.

His two fingers were doing the most and I could feel the weakness I had been requesting.

After a while, he slipped back inside me for the next round.

This was the third time we had been together since entering this private hotel room that morning.

He thought he was having fun — but the real fun was coming once I was done with him.

Lucas Motilfaco. The untouchable billionaire and heir to the Motilfaco empire. The one claimed to be emotionally unavailable.

How sweet would it be for the world to know about these steamy moments? I couldn't wait to betray every last bit of him.

I had known he would fall for my tricks the moment I first heard of him as 'the untouchable one.'

Untouchable, my *ss — guess who was screaming my name at the top of his voice?

As I had sworn to myself, I would destroy all the heirs and sons from the YBA billionaire circle, including their fathers if necessary.

Alejandro Rosario Dawson, you will pay for betraying me and marrying my best friend.

This was just the beginning of the game. I could already see them on the losing side.

After wearing myself out with this man all day, I collected my agreed-upon sum — five hundred million dollars.

That was always my favorite part of the game, even though I already owned a good deal of properties and companies.

I take it as evidence to back up my plans.

I waited for him to leave the room first, then removed the hidden camera I had planted behind the beautiful flower vase.

"Gotcha! See you in the news, handsome f*ck*r," I murmured to myself, admiring the camera in my hands.

One down. Who's next?

"Hello everyone, welcome to a place where we don't play by the rules," a grown man in a white suit, standing in the middle of a crowded room full of thirsty old rich men, announced.

This is where desires rot and bloom — where all dirty human fantasies are traded like currency, and anything that happens here stays here.

Well, unfortunately not today. Because with my presence here, everything that happens here can never stay here.

This was one of the biggest underground pubs and nightclubs in the city, owned by the YBA billionaire circle — the high-ranking government officials and rich men who controlled the city.

Here I was. And I was here for just one person: Lucien Vargas, heir to the Vargas dynasty in Rome and the second-best friend of Alejandro Rosario Dawson.

It was time to give him a taste of his own medicine, shall we?

In the back corner of the VIP lounge, drowning in top-shelf whiskey and shadows, sat Lucien — slouched, dazed, legs parted l