《HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

Meadow’s POV: ‘No, please. Anyone but him.’I never realized it before, but recently it hit me that when Clarissa was advising me against Alaric in the bathroom, her intentions may not have been wholly pure.‘Whatever you’re getting from him, it’s not worth it. Stay away from him.’I was stupid enough to think that she was really just looking out for me. And maybe she was—Hell, I didn’t know who Alaric truly was. But knowing that she and Alaric had something real and intense when they were younger… It just made me feel like Clarissa wanted something from him.In less than two hours, I arrived at the restaurant where she’d asked me to meet her.My aunt was seated at a table in the corner. Not a lot of people were present, seeing as it was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, unfortunately. I didn’t much like being around so many people, but in a situation like the one I was about to be in with Clarissa, I wouldn’t mind a number of people surrounding us.It was so I could have something else to

Meadow’s POV: All the breath escaped my lungs.Together.In.Vegas.They were together in Vegas and she asked him to let her go? Right after Alaric had picked a fight with me and made me feel stupid for wanting my sister to be released?I had never seen Alaric get drunk before, but he did with Yvonne. And he told her things that he wasn’t supposed to.To the public eye, Alaric was supposed to be in love with me. And that included Yvonne and his family. Getting drunk with his ex was not only disrespectful, but embarrassing.Did they… Did he touch her? Fuck her?Bile rose up my throat.No. He wouldn’t do that.“Oh god, Meadow…” Yvonne whispered, slamming her palm over her mouth. “I didn’t mean to. I thought he must’ve mentioned it to you already.”For a moment, I was quiet. My insides were raging, but I maintained a calmness I didn’t know I was capable of. I picked up my drink, and took the first sip.I swallowed, holding the glass up to glare into it. I hated it. I hated the taste of

Alaric’s POV: When I took my phone out of the pocket of my jacket, I didn’t know what I was expecting. But it was definitely not a photo of my wife in a pink lingerie set.Fuck. Me.I couldn’t see her face as her back was facing the camera. Meadow was holding her hair up casually, but her ass was the main fucking meal. Barely covered by the pink scrap of material, her big, bubble butt just fucking… stared at me. Inviting me to have a taste.My teeth scraped over my bottom lip as I trailed my finger over her figure on the screen. The photo was daring. Maybe a little too daring.Which was why I opened the surveillance feed on my laptop and went straight to her room. Meadow was standing by her bed, running a hand through her hair and… fucking biting her nails from nervousness, and it seemed she wasn’t even aware she was doing it until she just stopped all of a sudden as if she’d only realized.Meadow was too innocent to pull this off—although, I did appreciate the effort. I was going to

Meadow’s POV: “I-I…” I stuttered, trying and failing to form words. I definitely did not think this through. “Alaric…” I sat up on my elbows, my throat thickening as he pulled away from me. His eyes left mine again and returned to the receipt. I could practically see his expression getting darker with every second he spent looking at that paper. When I’d first read it, it hurt, because it felt like a direct message to me—and at the end of the day, our marriage really wasn’t serious. But now, the look in Alaric’s eyes made me wish I could turn back the hands of time and shred the paper. “Don’t make me ask again, Meadow.” Alaric being calm at this moment scared me so much. “It’s nothing,” I whispered quickly. “It’s nothing, okay? Just a stupid receipt. I was at a restaurant earlier today and some waiter wrote it and…” I trailed off, realizing that speaking about it was only making the situation worse. Alaric ran his palm along his jaw, rising to his full height.

Meadow’s POV: If I thought I felt everything when Alaric fucked me in missionary style and when I rode his dick, I was wrong. Alaric slamming into me from behind made me feel every. Single. Fucking. Thing. Much deeper than ever. One hand remained on my hip, the other smacking my ass occasionally as he impaled me with his long, thick cock.“Oh god!” I exclaimed, biting hard into the pillow as tears streamed down my face.SMACK!Alaric’s hand came down hard on my ass again and I gasped. “What did I tell you the last time, Meadow? Whose name did I ask you to call when I’m fucking you?”My chest heaved as I tried to gather my thoughts—which was an impossible task with the way my husband was claiming me. Alaric pulled out of me, and I whimpered from how empty my core felt as it clenched around nothing. And then he yanked me up again by my hair until my back was resting against his chest.I arched against him, moaning when his cocked stirred against my lower back.“Whose name did I ask yo