Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

When our gazes locked, his expression was a storm of fury and devotion. "You're not dirty. Thank fucking God your stubborn husband showed after all. If he fucking—" He leaned in, cutting himself off with a kiss on my cheek, his lips lingering. Still so delicate, despite his fury. It made my heart ache. God, please touch me more. "You're mine, Pearl. And I'm yours. Let daddy take care of it, angel. It will always be me touching you, baby girl. No one else. I swear," he vowed, letting out a soft sigh. I nodded, swallowing sobs, the tears cathartic now, washing away years of neglect. Jason's indifference, my family's cold judgments, the endless whisper that I was too much and never enough. Derek's presence was a chisel, carving those old scars away. Then he began to withdraw again, attempting to clean himself up and pick up his pants. Again, I panicked, the distance between us now frightening. "Wait," I gasped, hands flying forward to seize his arms as I scowled. My nails dug into

The heavy double doors of the office building swung shut behind us with a soft whoosh, sealing away the sirens, the whispers, and the sight of Caleb being loaded onto a stretcher like the pathetic sack of shit he was. My legs still felt like jelly, partly from the adrenaline crash, partly from the way Derek had just fucked me senseless on my former boss’s desk. My thighs were sticky, my blouse a rumbled, half open mess under the suit jacket Derek had hastily buttoned up for me.My heart was doing this ridiculous fluttery thing it had no business doing as I recalled the moment. How could someone make you feel so treasured after decimating your pussy in front of your boss, on an office desk, like a common whore? He wasn't just someone, that was how. He was Derek Nelson, my devil prince.I gripped Derek’s hand tightly as we walked towards the car. My fingers were laced through his thick, calloused ones. I happily let him guide me across the parking lot. The afternoon sun was too bright

The kiss started slow, his mouth brushing mine, soft, almost hesitant. Then it deepened. His tongue swept in, claiming, tasting the salt of the tears on my lips. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer. One of his hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing an ass cheek, while the other tangled in my hair, tilting my head for better access. I could feel him hardening against my belly, thick and insistent.“Fuck, angel,” he growled against my lips. “You’re killing me.”I nipped his bottom lip. “Then take me to the car.”He didn’t need telling twice. We tumbled into the back seat, doors slamming. The tinted windows gave us privacy. Derek even told the chauffeur to go away this time. Once it was just us, he yanked me onto his lap, my skirt riding up as I straddled him. His hands were everywhere, hurriedly unbuttoning the suit jacket again. Then they slid under my blouse effortlessly, palming my breasts, thumbs circling

My heart slammed against my ribs as Derek’s tongue flicked my clit again. His attentions were light, teasing and deliberately cruel in how little pressure he gave. My thighs trembled on either side of his head, already damp and aching despite the long soak in the tub. Fuck Pearl, have some shame. How much more can you want this man? I admonished myself, but my heart was full and frankly I didn't really care. I wanted to be a whore for my husband. Despite every orgasm he’d already ripped out of me today. The words I needed to say lodged in my throat like burning coal. I couldn’t speak them. Not when he was looking up at me like that, dark eyes glittering with wicked patience, waiting for me to confess the filthiest fantasy I’d ever dog eared in secret. He lifted his head just enough for me to see the slow, sinful curve of his mouth. His lips shone, coated in my arousal. “Answer me, angel.” His voice was gravel wrapped in velvet, making my pussy clench. “Or I will start guess

He sat back on his heels, hand scrubbing over his face. A rough, self deprecating laugh shook his shoulders. “The fucking steaks," he said, like he didn't know I was in a world of agony. My brain short circuited as I tried to catch up, my body shrinking away from his slowly, drawing the sheets up to cover myself. “…Steaks?”“Oh baby, it's not you," he said gently, finally realizing what was happening. "Well it is, but not in the way you think. I put the steaks on before I came up here.” He shook his head, grinning like he couldn’t believe himself as he cupped my cheek in consolation. “Thought I’d surprise my wife with a home cooked dinner, made by yours truly. They’re probably charcoal now.”I stared at him like he was growing two heads. Then a helpless giggle bubbled out of me as my body deflated. God, Pearl. Relax. If he wanted you gone, you'd be gone by now. Just like that, for the very first time, I felt like I was home.