All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

 She paused, letting her gaze sweep over Saben and Clarisse, who stood hand in hand, their eyes locked on one another. "Clarisse, you've brought a calm to our Saben's life that none of us dared hope for. You've given him peace, laughter, and a home for his heart. And Saben… my boy, you've chosen wisely. You've chosen love, and you've chosen to stay-as a man and as a partner. For that, I am proud beyond words."Applause drifted throughout the garden, genuine and deep, amidst the clinking of glasses as old friends and family nodded, some with tears shining in their eyes.Then Teresa Thompson, Saben’s mother, spoke. Her voice was soft but unyielding. “Love is not measured by the grandeur of gestures, nor the jewels, nor applause. Love is measured by the quiet moments: the times when you choose one another despite fear, despite doubt, despite every obstacle that life throws in your path. Today, I celebrate the love that my son and Clarisse have chos

The pressure relented and she leaned up, sputtering slightly but not as worried as she was when he held her. His hand slid to the front of her dress and roughly groped her small breasts as she continued to slide her mouth up and down.She leaned down further, feeling more confident than the first few times Saben asked her for this but still unsure. She looked up at him, bobbing faster now, letting his thick head just touch her throat and pausing there before sliding back up."Uhhhh keep going!" he groaned. His grasp on her breast became tighter, bordering on painful before letting up as he reached down and started pumping himself. Helen leaned back and drew in deeply from her nose, blinking her eyes and thinking how her makeup likely looked a wreck now.Keeping her mouth on him, she looked up to find Saben's intense lust-filled gaze on her. The intensity was shocking at times. Her husband usually was so gentle and quick to laugh, but in times like these, there was a hardness to his fe

THE HOTELTheir resort sat on the highest point of Imerovigli, exclusive, secluded, with infinity pools carved into the cliff, and bougainvillea vines crawling across white stone walls like strokes of fuchsia paint.They were led through a stone arch into the lobby, where an entire caldera opened in front of them.They were met with chilled towels, fresh lemonade, and warm smiles from the staff."Congratulations on your wedding," said a woman. "Your honeymoon villa has been prepared with special arrangements.Slowly, Clarisse turned to Saben, her eyes wide. “Villa?”He lifted a brow, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. “Only the best for my wife.”Her heart melted. Again.When the door swung open, Clarisse stopped breathing.The villa was pure magic: floor-to-ceiling windows with a sweeping view of the sunset.White and stone interiors aglow with gold from the afternoon light, A private plunge pool with a view of the sea in blue, Rose petals on the bed shaped in a heart so fine and deli

There before him was the delicate, white, lacy bordered panty-clad bum of his new wife. A cherry-red blush swept over Saben's cheeks as he flinched back and covered his mouth from surprise. An exhilaration of sexual anticipation rushed through his form and excited the loins of his lower member."What-What the." He tried to regain a decent sense of the world surrounding him while his eyes remained transfixed on the tan bottom exposed from the tundra of seemingly inescapable fabric.Clarisse's head appeared from under the skirt and she looked back at Saben, worry written all over her face. "Saben, is there something wrong? I thought this was the position you showed me."Saben took a deep breath and let it out roughly. It sounded as if he was going to say something but the words stuck in his throat. He coughed once and regained a tiny bit of composure. "No, really, this is good. You did it very perfectly." Saben situated into his part of the position and tenderly put his hands on her curv

Clarisse burrowed deeper into the sheets, her hair spilling across the white pillows, while her cheeks remained flushed from the earlier heat of the night. But when Saben leaned over her again with his eyes gleaming with that familiar wicked promise, she pressed a palm to his chest.“Hep hep—my love,” she protested softly, breathless laughter mingling with a small groan. “I'm sore… last time you almost wore me out.”Saben froze for a beat.Then the slowest, most smug, dangerously satisfied smile spread over his lips.“Oh?” he murmured, lowering himself until his forehead brushed hers. “Is that a complaint…His hand slid to her waist, warm, gentle, teasing.“…or a compliment?“Saben!” she swatted his shoulder weakly, though the laughter in her voice betrayed her. “I’m serious. I might not survive round four.”He chuckled low, warm, and sinful, before kissing her forehead with exaggerated softness.“You’ll survive,” he whispered.“But I hear you.”He lay beside her, pulling her into his