The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

They barely made it through the front door before their lips collided, hungry and desperate.

Alex kicked the door shut behind them, one arm wrapped tightly around Mia’s waist while the other tangled into her hair, tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss.

Their mouths moved together like they’d been starved of each other for your.

It was fire-raw, needy, and all-consuming.

Mia clung to him, her fingers clawing at the hem of his shirt as she moaned into his mouth. The sound lit something inside him. He growled low in his throat, lifting her off the ground without breaking the kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

She could feel the hard press of him through his jeans, and it made her gasp.

They stumbled blindly down the hallway, bumping into walls, knocking things over, neither cared.

Alex’s hands roamed her body like he couldn’t get enough-gripping her thighs, her waist, sliding beneath her top. He sat her on the edge of the dining table, tearing off his shirt in one swift motion before yanking hers over her head. Her bra followed a second later, landing somewhere on the floor.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing down her neck, then lower, until his mouth found her breasts. He sucked gently, then harder, and Mia cried out, arching into him.

She grabbed at his belt, fumbling with it, trembling from the sheer intensity of the moment. He helped her, pushing his jeans and boxers down in one motion. Her shorts and panties followed. They were both completely naked now, breathing heavily, skin flushed, eyes locked.

“Tell me you want me,” he rasped, voice thick with emotion.

“I want you,” she breathed, her voice cracking. “I need you.”

That was all it took. Alex lifted her again, her back pressed against the cool wood of the dining table as he slowly pushed into her. They both groaned at the contact-deep, stretching, intimate. He paused, resting his forehead against hers, giving her time to adjust to his thick length.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing her hair back.

“Yes… please move,” she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He started slow, rolling his hips, letting her feel every inch of him. Mia moaned louder with each thrust, her body trembling beneath him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded.

It wasn’t just sex. It was more than that. It was raw, deep, emotional. Every thrust carried unspoken words. Every moan was a confession. Every breath shared between them felt like a promise.

Alex kissed her everywhere-her jaw, her collarbone, the space between her breasts. He kept whispering her name like a prayer, like she was the only thing that mattered.

His pace picked up, harder now, but still so tender. Mia’s cries filled the room, her head thrown back, completely lost in him.

She felt herself tightening, spiraling toward release, her legs shaking around him.

“I’m close,” she whimpered.

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“Come for me, baby,” he whispered against her lips, his thrusts deeper, his fingers gripping her hips tightly.

And she did. Her whole body shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent scream. Alex groaned, his rhythm faltering, and then he followed, holding her so close as he spilled inside her, trembling, breathless.

For a long moment, neither moved. Just the sound of their breathing filled the room. He rested his forehead against hers again, both of them covered in sweat, hearts pounding.

“I love you,” Alex said softly, his voice hoarse.

Mia’s eyes fluttered open. “I love you too,” she whispered.

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Let’s take this to the bed. I’m not done with you.”

She laughed weakly, still breathless. “I don’t think I can walk.”

Alex lifted her easily, carrying her down the hall.

And just like that, the night wasn’t over-it was only beginning.

Mia stood outside the familiar house, the peeling paint and creaky porch evoking a mix of memories and discomfort.

She hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the gate, its hinges protesting with a groan.

Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with activity. Ethan was orchestrating the repairs, gesturing to workers who moved with purpose, hammering, painting, and lifting.

New furniture, including a couch still wrapped in plastic, was being carried into place.

Mia’s sisters, Lily and Ann. Saw her and immediately stop what they were talking about

Well you look well” lily says, looking her up and down. I’m glad I didn’t bother worrying about it”

“Since when did you start worrying about anyone but yourself “ Mia says, still looking around their renovated house.

Lily rolls her eyes.

Mia scoffs ignoring her.

Ethan jogs up to her smiling.

“Everything’s sorted like I said in the text” he said, his voice steady. “I’m free to come back to Willowcrest.”

Mia nodded slowly, her gaze lingering on the new couch. She didn’t ask where the money came from, she didn’t want to know.

Nothing about Ethan can be from a legitimate source.

As they moved through the house, memories surfaced-some cherished, others painful.

Mia had always harbored a complicated relationship with this place. It was of both love and hardship, a symbol of her past and a reminder of her resilience.

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She glanced at Ethan, She wanted to resent him for his choices, for the path he had taken, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that he had never forced his lifestyle on them. He had made his decisions, and now he was trying to make amends in his

own way.

As the repairs progressed, the house began to feel more like it used to be. Mia knew that soon, she would have to leave Alex’s place and return here.

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