The Rebirth of My Dead Billionaire Wife

Chapter 125

The handsome man held Alessia’s hand and guided her to the first floor. Alessia let him because she was as interested in him too. She glanced over his firm chest and athletic arms as they descended the staircase. Once they reached the bottom, the man led Alessia to the living room where an array of sex toys lay on the table.

“You seem so confident,” Alessia murmured, turning her body to face him. “Are you?”

The man smiled and leaned into Alessia. He pushed his lips against hers and tasted her sweetness. His hand gently glided over her tits, feeling their softness. Alessia sighed and closed her eyes. The man reached around her back and unfastened her dress. It fell to the ground, and Alessia was now in nothing but her lacy underwear and heels.

The man picked up a vibrator from the table. He looked at Alessia, asking for permission with his eyes. She nodded. The man slowly pushed the vibrator inside her. Alessia gasped and moaned as the vibrator buzzed against her clit. Her pussy quivered, and she felt herself getting closer to orgasm.

“Do you like that?” the man asked, pushing the vibrator deeper inside her.

“Fuck yeah, I do!” Alessia replied, feeling her pussy dripping.

The man pulled the vibrator out of Alessia and put it back on the table. He then undressed himself, showing off his rock-hard dick. Alessia’s eyes widened as she saw his size. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.

The man walked over to Alessia and bent down. He put his mouth on her pussy and started licking it. Alessia moaned loudly, feeling the man’s tongue on her clit. He fingered her at the same time, pushing his fingers in and out of her. Alessia felt herself getting closer to orgasm again.

Oh, fuck yeah, don’t stop!” Alessia screamed, grabbing onto the man’s head.

The man didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering Alessia until she came all over his face. Alessia collapsed onto the couch, feeling satisfied and exhausted. The man stood up and looked at Alessia.

“You’re turn,” Alessia said.

***

The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Alessia stirred, her body aching but relaxed in a way it hadn’t been in a long time. She blinked, her mind replaying the events of the evening like a hazy dream—the ball, the terrace, the mysterious man with the piercing eyes and deep voice, and the kiss that had led them here.

Her heart raced as she sat up slowly, careful not to make a sound. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him lying there, his face peaceful, his mask removed. Even in the dim light, he looked impossibly handsome, his strong jawline and tousled hair making her chest tighten.

But Alessia knew better than to let herself linger. It was just a moment, she told herself, a one-time thing. She couldn’t afford to let it be more than that—not with everything else in her life.

Slipping off the edge of the bed, Alessia moved as quietly as she could. She winced slightly as she stood, her body sore in ways she hadn’t expected. No matter how good it had felt to let herself go, to feel alive for a few stolen hours, she knew it was fleeting.

Her dress lay draped over a nearby chair, the vibrant red fabric catching the moonlight. She pulled it on carefully, smoothing it down over her body. Her mask was perched on the nightstand, and she picked it up, holding it in her hand for a moment before tucking it into her clutch.

Her heels sat at the foot of the bed, their glittering straps a sharp contrast to the quiet intimacy of the room. She grabbed them, holding them in her hands to avoid the sound of clicking as she moved toward the door.

The floor creaked faintly beneath her weight, and she froze, glancing back at the man in the bed. He didn’t stir, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. Letting out a slow breath, she continued toward the door, her heart pounding in her ears.

The corridor outside the room was dimly lit, the grand chandelier above casting soft shadows on the walls. Alessia slipped through the hallway, her bare feet silent against the polished floor. The echoes of distant laughter and clinking glasses from the ball below had faded into the quiet hum of the night.

Reaching the grand staircase, she paused to slip on her heels, wincing slightly as her sore feet protested. She straightened her dress, took a steadying breath, and descended the stairs with as much grace as she could muster.

As she stepped outside, the cool night air hit her skin, making her shiver. The lanterns lining the driveway cast a warm glow, guiding her way back to her car. The estate was still alive with muted activity—guests milling about, their laughter and chatter carrying softly in the breeze—but Alessia avoided their gazes, keeping her head low as she walked.

When she reached her car, she unlocked it and slipped inside, closing the door with a quiet click. She let out a long breath, gripping the steering wheel as she stared at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her makeup was slightly smudged, her hair tousled, and her cheeks still flushed.

What were you thinking? she asked herself, but the answer didn’t come easily. All she knew was that for the first time in what felt like forever, she had felt free, unburdened. Even if only for a fleeting moment.