All Chapters of Trapped By The Wicked Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The man in front of the mirror fastened the buttons of his black shirt and tucked it into his black jeans before checking himself in the mirror. After some thought, he flicked the top button open, allowing a sliver of his skin to peer out tantalizingly. Satisfied, he worked on his tousled hair, arranging it perfectly without it looking like he had dumped all the hair product on his head. Ethaniel took another moment to appraise himself in front of the full-length mirror. He looked different from usual. If his business associates came across him, they would walk past without realizing who he was. Ethaniel Ryves armed himself in expensive tailored three-piece suits and stoicism that made people rethink their controversial life choices. Indeed, in these casual clothes and relaxed hairstyle, he looked nothing like his usual ruthless self.If his business associates saw him, they would look away without recognizing him. Ethaniel Ryves armed himself in expensive suits and stoicism that ma

RIVA POV:I was so caught up in the thought that I didn’t register his movement. I didn’t have the time to react when he flipped us over and hovered over me. My eyes widened when he reached between my legs.“Protection,” I yelped urgently.He froze for a split second.“I might be rash, but I am not irresponsible,” I muttered self-depracatingly.He nodded, a faraway look in his eyes. He reached to the side and grabbed something from the closest drawer. I watched with rapt attention as he tore the packet open and rolled it over his length. And then, he was pressed against my folds, pushing into me.I yelped. I scratched. I allowed him to rule over me and ruin me.I had no opportunity to think. Except that we fit exquisitely well. Like the last two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. He knew exactly which buttons to press and where to linger. He nibbled behind my ear, whispering the right words. He sucked on my nipples and caressed my thighs, his cool fingers jarring against my

RIVA POV:Mr. Havelland interrupted once again, this time forcibly. “Could I get a minute with my client, please?”“That is not necessary,” I tried to speak but the lawyer continued.“I think it is in your best interest if you listen to me first.”I scoffed. “Very well. Let me have a word with Mr. Havelland even though he is not my lawyer. He can then shove these papers.”The officer stood up, eyeing us warily. “Look, this is not how it goes.”Simon showed the cop to the door. “A minute. Please.”There was no room for argument. The cop left the room reluctantly but Simon didn’t seem to be in a hurry. I had no intention of rushing him either. I would face the consequences even though I had not done anything wrong. But I was willing to listen to Simon. But I hoped it was good, or I would have an assault charge added.Simon sipped on his coffee and looked over some notes. “Riva Hearst. 25. Born in Gerva. Your father, Drew Hearst, was a Ranger before he was injured and left duty.” He chuc