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You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire chapter 36
He slips off the bed, his gaze never leaving mine, and starts unbuttoning his shirt at a maddening pace. He's teasing me, prolonging the torture until I can touch him. I refuse to break. Sitting up, I dig my fingers into the sheets and watch his torturously slow striptease.I drink in the rippling muscles of his chest once the shirt is gone. I lick my lips at the sight of his powerful arms, those same arms that carried me into this room. He watches me watching him, performing solely for my pleasure.I bite my lip when my gaze lands on his happy trail, and he unhooks the button of his trousers with agonizing leisure, asthough unwrapping a gift. He is the present, and I'm the greedy recipient.No matter how many times we do this, or how many times we will, I love the sight of his erect cock. The curvaceous member is eager to enter me as it's already glistening with pre-cum when he frees it from his boxers. I rub my thighs together for a scrap of friction as I feel the heat in my stomach
You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire chapter 35
KATYAIn Isaac's arms I'm weightless, buoyed by the flex of his forearms as he strides down the hall toward our bedroom. My heart drums at a frantic pace, every beat a promise. I'm already drenched, aching to feel him. His confession still reverberates, impossibly seductive, turning my insides to molten lava.When we reach the room, he lowers me to the mattress and brackets my body with his arms. The smile curving his mouth intoxicates me, and the raw lust in his eyes shoots adrenaline through my veins."Come here." I slide my fingers into his hair and pull him into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss.His tongue is velvety warm, flavored with the chocolate tart we abandoned on the table. I'd almost feel bad we never finished it, but this is a far better dessert, with no offense to Maude.I savor the glide of his tongue against mine, both claiming and yielding at once. He has laid himself bare, vulnerable in a way I never could have predicted. Isaac Kozlov isn't a sentimental man, yet he love
You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire chapter 34
Stay vigilant.The Battle of Caporetto: Italy's Greatest Defeat in World War 1The Battle of Passchendaele: The Third Battle of Ypres ExplainedItaly's Role in World War I: From Neutrality to Victory and DisillusionmentThis is about far more than a territory war. Whoever keeps attacking us is sending a message. They want to prove they can outmaneuver me. Maybe they think I've gone soft. I've only been married a month so maybe they think that means I'm distracted or weak.Unfortunately, they have no idea what they've awakened. Being married to Katya, having a baby on the way, those things give me everything to lose. And that makes me lethal.Later that evening I'm lighting the last candle on the dining-room table when Maude walks in."I've left your plates in the oven, and dessert is in the fridge. Do you need anything else?""That's all, Maude. Thank you," I say as she holds out her hand for the lighter.I hand it over. She nods and heads back to the kitchen to tuck it into the drawe
You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire chapter 33
ISAACThe image of our baby won't leave my head. It replays on a loop as a silent film behind my eyes showing the tiny flutter on the monitor. Katya's instinctive squeeze of my hand and the quick rise and fall of her breath when our gazes locked. In that instant everything became real.We heard our baby's heartbeat today, and it broke me in the best possible way. For the first time I truly understand what it means to cradle someone else's future. This child holds every hope and dream I've ever dared to name.I pat the pocket where the ultrasound photo rests. The grin stretching my mouth feels permanent, a private promise between Katya, our unborn child, and me.I close my office door and release a slow breath. Mikhail steps in a beat later, shattering my good mood. The tension in his eyes tells me everything before he even speaks."What is it?" I ask, though I'm not sure I want the answer.He shuts the door with sharp, controlled movements. Ignoring the couch and chairs, he plants him
You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire chapter 32
My throat dries instantly. Before I can speak, Isaac's hand slips into mine, warm and steady. His thumb sweeps over my knuckles, grounding me."Everything's going great," he answers for us both, projecting the confidence I lack. "We're very happy and settling in well."Papa beams. "I'm glad to hear it."But when I glance at Oleg, I catch a flicker in his expression. It disappears too quickly to name, and I wonder whether I truly saw it or merely. projected my own fears.Even so, something about the way his gaze slides between us feels off. It's that familiar, calculated look, like he's taking mental notes to file away for later.I shift in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable. I don't want him here, cataloging my marriage and forming opinions he has no right to.Papa clasps his hands together, resting them on the desk. "So, what's the occasion? You don't usually stop by unannounced."I open my mouth, then close it.Breathe, Katya,I tell myself.You can do this.I square my shoulders. Isaac's
You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire chapter 31
KATYAIt takes a full week to finish the painting. Each morning Isaac kisses me goodbye, then lets me retreat to my old studio so I can keep working. The place isn't half as polished as the one he built for me at the mansion, yet the chipped brick and paint-splattered floors feel like home. He notices, senses how badly I need the distance, and grants it without a single complaint. Especially since the space is now outfitted with a ridiculous amount of cameras, a retinal scanner for entry, and two guards posted at the door.For seven straight days I shuttle between the mansion and that battered loft, bleeding every emotion onto the canvas. When I'm finished, the piece is raw, haunting, unlike anything I've painted before and yet. somehow stunning. Captivating, even.I could build an entire show around it, certainly a collection. But I don't want Isaac to see it yet. I don't want him staring at the finished product and thinking I'm still drowning in agony.It is exactly that. My worst f
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