Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

He leaned in as if to kiss me, but I placed my hand over his mouth, stopping him. His frustration was evident as he stared at my body.

I scowled right back at him. I wasn't in the mood to seduce him anymore.. Just the thought of him possibly recording his sexual escapades made me feel disgusted.

And he dared to call himself a politician? No wonder the Colemans had him in their pocket-they were all rotten to the core.

"Don't you trust me?" I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. "Turn those off, or nothing's going to happen."

One thing I'd read in the document was that he hated being bossed around. With the clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than just his libido-his blood pressure needed a boost too. "Who are you to tell me what to do?" he snapped.

In an instant, I was lying on the couch, sinking into its softness as he loomed over me. His face was in my neck. I could smell his cologne and feel his arousal pressing against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the women I hire love it, so why don't you?" "Fuck? A high-class escort?" I pointed to myself as I glared at him. "Are you stupid, Senator?"

Out of all the men I'd dealt with-whether they were the ones I bought or seduced for some fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips near his ear. "If that's how you see me, we can just call this off." "Who told you that you can?" he growled, his jaw tightening. "You're mine!"

His grip on my chin was firm. I could feel his nails pressing into my skin. No doubt, it'd leave a mark once he let go.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He was already under my spell. He'd tried to assert dominance by refusing to turn off the CCTV cameras, but I had him hooked.

That's Senator Windwood for you. A famous politician... but a puppet all the same.

"Then..." I took his hand and caressed it gently, easing his tight grip on my chin before pointing to the two cameras I'd noticed earlier. "Turn that f. ucking thing off." "No," he refused.

"If I'm really yours, why would you let someone else see me naked... screaming your name while you fuck me hard, huh?"

I felt him stiffen as my words clearly turned him on. He got up, grabbed his remote, and pressed a button. The red dots on the visible CCTV cameras disappeared.

But the one on the hidden camera remained. Did he think I wouldn't notice?

"I turned it off," he said, returning to his earlier position. "Shall we? It's the perfect time to get started."

I decided to play along. I ran my hand through his hair, tugging slightly as I guided him to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting. "You smell amazing, Luna. It suits your name perfectly," he murmured, his voice strained with lust as he drooled slightly on my neck.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his compliment. If the real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag and yank me by the hair for using her name.

Just imagining her scowling and throwing a tantrum made me laugh inwardly.

"Ouch..." I groaned when his rough hand pinched my nipples.

Since I wasn't wearing a bra beneath my dress, I felt every inch of his calloused palm.

Suddenly, a sharp pain infiltrated me. It was as if something was clawing its way out of my body. The pain was unbearable, forcing me to close my eyes and take deep breaths.

Windwood also felt it. He suddenly stopped kissing me, his hands leaving my body. He clutched his chest, gasping for air. He collapsed onto the floor, writhing in pain.

I calmly sat back on the couch, watching him intently, observing his every move.

"Where's the wine? Let's wait for it first." I smiled at him before crossing my legs, folding my hands neatly in my lap. "It's better to drink something while we're talking, right?"

Time felt excruciatingly slow earlier as I waited for the poison to take effect on both of us. However, every second was worth it... especially seeing him die slowly. "M-My heart..." he struggled to say.

I know exactly how he feels. My heart feels squeezed too. It's racing so fast that it drives me insane... but I'm not sure if it's because of the poison or the thought of seeing blood trickling from his mouth. Killing someone always gets my blood pumping.

"You're too quick, senator." I stood and walked over to where his TV was.

I knocked a few books off the floor, some of which fell open. The covers displayed titles about marketing, self-help, and finance, but the pages were filled with obscene photos of naked women. "What a sick bastard." I averted my eyes. Afterward, I retrieved the hidden camera behind the books.

Shaking my head, I grabbed it, while he cursed me weakly for my actions. I checked the camera and smirked when I discovered it wasn't password-protected.

"So confident no one would find this, huh?" I smirked. "Let's see what you've got here."

I braced myself for the worst. I expected to find footage of women he'd slept with, but what I discovered was different from what I anticipated.