The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival-Chapter 100: Alaric’s Confession.

Nicolette walked away from the bed, her heart pounding in her chest.

What was that about?

What had Alaric just said?

Oh, she heard him loud and clear, she just didn’t want to think about it.

He was still on the phone, talking to Richard about something her dad had done again.

His eyes went to her breasts, and her cheeks instantly burned.

God, he was here.

She couldn’t believe it.

She had given him all of her. She couldn’t hide it.

Hell, what was the point of hiding or denying her feelings? She had literally burst into tears when she saw him. There was no point lying anymore.

When she realized Alaric’s conversation wasn’t ending soon, she turned to the bathroom to clean up.

"What the hell?" she breathed once she was alone, placing her hand on her chest to steady her racing nerves.

Her thoughts drifted to Alaric’s confession, the way his eyes had softened, the way his voice had stayed so firm.

He had meant it. Oh, she knew that.

It was thrilling to know Alaric was in love with her.

But why did she feel this way?

What was this fear attached to the feeling?

She didn’t have answers, so she made herself a hot bath. She added some soap petals and, once the temperature was just right, she slipped in.

The warmth of the water seeped into her bones and she relaxed, letting herself enjoy the moment.

There was a lot to talk about, a lot to think about, but her mind was blank, and she was grateful for that.

She lowered herself fully into the tub, submerging for five seconds, soaking into the warm water. When she surfaced, Alaric was in the bathroom.

"You didn’t wait for me," he said, perching on the edge of the tub. His eyes were glinting with so much love that it made her want to drown in the water. He leaned in and brushed a strand of wet hair from her face. "You are so beautiful."

His voice was so dangerously low that it ignited something deep inside her. She stared at him, unsure of what to say.

"I love you, Nicolette," he said, this time locking eyes with her. His blue eyes shimmered, and her cheeks flushed. "You don’t have to say it back. I just need you to know."

He brushed her face with his knuckles, and she closed her eyes to his touch.

This felt so right, yet something inside held her back from fully embracing it.

Alaric’s hand dropped to her breasts, and her eyes flew open at the sensation. He thumbed her nipples, now taut under his touch, and leaned in for a kiss.

She kissed him back, her body responding instantly. She wanted him desperately. At least she could admit that much.

"Baby," he moaned against her lips, as his hand slid beneath the water and immediately found her center.

She gasped, her body growing hot and pliant under his touch. She pulled him closer, her emotions rising in waves.

Alaric slipped and tumbled into the tub, splashing water all over the floor.

They laughed, both soaked and breathless.

"That’s a huge mess," he said.

"Don’t worry, we’ll clean it up later," she replied.

Their eyes met. He looked at her, truly looked at her.

He didn’t move closer. He just took her in.

When she couldn’t stand the intensity of his gaze, the sheer love burning in his eyes, she pulled him in and kissed him again.

He clung to her, hugging her as if afraid she would disappear. His lips claimed hers with a fervor that stole her breath.

"Stand up," he said firmly, and she obeyed.

He positioned her against the edge of the tub, her legs still submerged inside the warm water. She arched her back, expecting him to enter her from behind, but instead, she felt the hot, urgent pressure of his tongue.

He licked her, the tip of his tongue flickering against her clit.

She groaned, her grip tightening on the tub’s edge.

She rocked her hips, grinding herself against his mouth as pleasure washed over her. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She got wetter. He knew it and he stood up and entered her in one swift motion.

"Baby!" she gasped as he filled her.

This time, his thrusts were fast and relentless, and he knew they were going to be here for a while.

She took all of him, her moans urging him on as he pounded into her.

He gave it to her hard, his pounds filling up the room. He bent her over, letting her body curve over the tub. The angle gave him deeper access, and he took it without hesitation.

The instant he hit her sweet spot, she shattered.

Her cry echoed through the bathroom, her breasts swaying as he kept going. "More... baby... harder."

He obeyed, increasing his pace.

He rocked her, his hands firm on her hips, holding her in place, supporting her."You like that?"

"Yes, baby," she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.

"You want me to—oh baby, yes, just like that."

Her mind went blank and the room went silent. The only sounds were their bodies moving in sync, flesh on flesh.

"Fuck, baby. You’re so sweet," he growled, his voice hoarse and rough and it made her even wetter. "You’re going to be the death of me, Nicolette. I love you."

Her heart fluttered at the softness in his confession and her pussy clenched around him. "Say it again."

"I love you!"

She got wetter.

"I. Fucking. Love. You."

Moisture seeped from her in waves.

"I love you, baby. You are my wife," he groaned, thrusting hard. "You are my life."

She couldn’t take it.

She couldn’t take his confession, it was too much for her.

"Baby..." she gasped.

"Come for me. I am coming too," he said, already knowing what she was going to say.

He knew her body.

He loved her.

Her heart tightened as the truth of it all slammed into her and so did the pleasure.

She rocked with him, setting a rhythm they shared.

He moved faster.

She grew wetter.

And together, they brought each other to climax.

"Fuck, that was hot," he said breathlessly, his chest heaving as he spoke.

"Yes," she agreed, turning to kiss him.

He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply. "Let’s get clean."

She nodded and stepped out of the tub. They drew another bath and washed each other gently until they were fully clean.

As they left the bathroom, her phone rang. She wrapped a towel around her body and reached for it.

Hillary was calling.

"Hey, Hills," she said, her voice bright with lingering joy.

She couldn’t even hide her bliss.

"He did it again," Hillary said sharply, her voice trembling like she had been crying.

Nicolette’s stomach twisted, her voice rising with concern. "What? Did what?"

"He took all the money. I got another 700K, and Dad took everything!"

Nicolette clenched her fists, fury surging through her.

What the hell was Ronald’s problem?