The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Harper’s mind was still fuzzy, but her body had experienced some passion, so she naturally felt something. As she felt the tingling sensation in her ears, she lowered her eyelashes slightly, seemingly pondering how to respond, but her mind was blank.

Even though the excitement had faded, her body nestled in the man’s embrace still trembled slightly, her face flushed and difficult to fade, and her eyes were unfocused.

Seeing Harper in this state, Preston knew exactly how she felt, but he pretended not to notice and hugged Harper’s waist tightly, making her lie on top of him.

“It seems like you didn’t have a good experience, let’s do it again.”

He enjoyed having her on top, but it was obviously impossible with a drunk Harper.

Preston held onto her waist, kissed her for a while, then lifted Harper, who was lying in the bathtub, and casually grabbed a towel to wrap her up before carrying her out of the bathroom.

When Preston pressed Harper onto the soft bed once again, his energetic self lightly grabbed her cheek, making her dazedly open her eyes and look at him.

“Do you still recognize who I am now?”

Harper raised her wandering eyes and stared at the man in front of her, not saying whether she recognized him or not, just looking at him foolishly.

Preston released his grip on her jaw, leaned over her, and gently opened her legs.

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his head and captured Harper’s lips, devouring her like

no time, Harper once again experienced the surge of pleasure, unable to stop

clung to Preston’s neck like an injured rabbit, feeling a bit panicked but having no choice but to hold on tight to her

little effort, he could pull her out of the abyss, but if he didn’t use force, she would feel like dying. This extreme experience of tugging and pulling

string that bound her. Sometimes he tightened it forcefully, and other times he loosened it gently, tormenting her until she

down, gently rubbing Harper’s neck, “Harper,

said, but

he had trained Harper well. Once she took control, he would be the one to

every time like this, Preston wished he could die on

it anymore, he murmured, “Do you know that I love

her and was willing to be controlled by

loved her and wanted to

great tenderness and affection, he kissed the trembling woman beneath him again and

to mate her and would not break his

alcohol, Harper, with teary and hazy eyes, looked at the muscular man in front of her. She was somewhat unclear in

reached out her fair and delicate hand and stroked his face covered in sweat, “You’ve said before that you would

and every time she would lower her head. She didn’t know what Preston was thinking. He would finish