All Chapters of The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Damien's POV I was close now, so close I could barely maintain control, but I wanted…. No. I needed to hear the bitch cry out, to feel her pussy spasm, so I kept fucking her furiously. And then she couldn't keep silent any longer and she yelled, "Oh Damien... I'm cumming, ahhhhh..." and I felt her pussy tighten on my cock, tighten and release, as I kept fucking her with all I had, desperate for my own orgasm. I didn't care now if the entire complex could see us. There was no way I could stop now. It's not like I was planning to either. She slumped forward against, still holding the railing, and I continued to pump my cock into her now limp body. I drove harder and faster, the sweat pouring off me, trying to reach that point of release and as I approached my climax she whispered over her shoulder, "Come for me. I want you to cum inside me." I was close now, my face was flushed, and my fingers were grasping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. And then she contracted her puss

Princess Lara's Point Of View “I was planning to propose to you.” Those words replayed in my head over and over again as I stared at Dexter. I can't believe that he was about to propose to me. Never had it crossed my mind that he had such plans, but too bad, it's never gonna work, because my father will never allow it. And if I ever decide to get married to Dexter without his consent, Dexter will end up dead. Who knows, that might be my fate too. He took my hands in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I was planning to propose to you, Lara. Or won't you like to spend the rest of your life with me?” But I couldn't say anything. Truth be told, I'd love that more than anything, but things aren't as easy as he thought. “Answer me, please. Won't you love to spend the rest of your life with me?” He asked as he searched my eyes for answers. Answers that I couldn't give him. I tore my gaze off his and stared at my laps instead. “You don't understand, Dexter.” He placed his hands un

Zade's POV “I've missed you, Zade.” My mate whispered quietly. I was currently on a call with her. By the heavens, I've missed her. Never has it crossed my mind that I'll ever find myself missing some, apart from my mother and sister, but here am I, missing my mate. If only she knows how hard it is for me to stay in this hell hole, away from her, away from her arms. I've fucking missed everything about her. “Oh sunshine,” I growled in annoyance, because no matter how bad I missed her, I can't go back to her, until this fucking meeting was over. “You have no idea how much I've missed you.” We've been talking with each other everyday, every night. And most times, she'll sleep off while in the middle of the call and I'll just sit on the bed, listening to her heartbeat, watching her sleep, as I wait patiently for her to wake up. “When will you be back?” She asked me. It filled me with joy to know that I have someone waiting for me at home. Many months ago, I saw no reason to ru

Princess Lara's Point Of View I made my way back to the Palace. I didn't even bother to take the car with me. Even when my personal guard and my driver tried to plead with me to get into the car, I refused. I didn't want to go home just yet. I wanted to be able to get my mind off Dexter's words. Because I know deep down that if I go home immediately, I'll think about his words. I really can't believe that I've been in love with a betrayer, a man who claimed to love me, but never did. A man who pretended to love me just so he could become the King. He must have felt that this was the easiest way for him to become wealthy. I can't believe how stupid I've been all these while. “No, you aren't.” Lyra whispered quietly. “You loved him and trust me, it's not a bad thing to love. It's not a bad thing to….” “It's a bad thing to fall in love with a poor man.” I regret everything. I've been wasting my time on him all these times without having any idea about it. “Well, you shouldn't h

Damien's POV The moment Matilda slipped into the closet, I moved towards the door, my pulse hammering in my veins. Melissa shouldn’t know her mother was here. At least not yet. But her mother? That was a different story. A dark thrill shot through me at the thought of Melissa’s face if she ever found out what her mother and I had done. The shock, the betrayal. It was almost too delicious. But for Matilda’s sake, I had to keep this hidden. At least for now. Taking a deep breath, I swung the door open and there she stood. My beautiful, pregnant goddess, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Every curve of her body was a masterpiece, her belly round and full, proof of the life we’d created together. She was radiant, untouchable, like some divine vision carved by the hands of Aphrodite herself. My throat went dry. Gods. She was breathtaking. Had always been. She greeted me with a smile and a kiss. Boy, she felt good against me. “Hi, Lisa?” I greeted her. “What a