A Deal With The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

CHAPTER 41 ROSE'S POV He pulls back just long enough for me to gasp for air before thrusting in again, pushing me to take him even deeper. My lips stretch wide, spit slipping down my chin in a way that is messy, obscene, and completely shameless, but I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. I let him fuck my mouth, let him push past any point of comfort, because this is exactly what I crave. The weight of him on my tongue, the taste overwhelming my senses, the deep groan he lets out every time my throat tightens around him, all of it is addictive. His fingers tighten in my hair, his whole body is trembling. He is trying to hold himself back, trying to keep control, but that is the last thing I want from him. I moan again, taking him deeper, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around him, my throat flexing tight, and that is all it takes to push him over the edge. “Fuck.” The word is sharp, ragged, as he jerks my head back, his cock slipping free, wet and flushed, throbbing

CHAPTER 43Damien’s POVAfter leaving the dining area, I went to the room, removed my laptop from my bag, and headed over to sit on the bed with it. The anger in my chest refused to dissipate, even as I tried to use work as a distraction. That had always worked for me, but it threatened not to be effective that afternoon. Several minutes after staring at my laptop and getting nothing done, I shut it down and placed it on the table beside me.I lay on the bed and closed my eyes to sleep, but all I ended up doing was tossing and turning on the bed. The anger I felt was still heavy on my chest, but most of it was directed at myself and not Rose. After a couple more tosses, I sighed and sat up, throwing my legs off the bed.Since the last time we made out, she had become defensive—too defensive for my liking. She was the first person I had restraint for, even while intoxicated, and for some reason I didn't understand. I wanted to try it again. Or did I? Was I the one speaking or the little

CHAPTER 45Rose’s POVDamien remained speechless for several seconds, his pupils dilating like someone who had come to a sudden realization. Since that reporter asked that question, it had been all I could think about. How could he have known?“What do you think?” I asked Damien.He remained silent for a few seconds, then started walking toward the table by the side of the bed. “It might be that a local news station leaked the information. Let’s not worry about it.”“Are you sure?”“Yes, Rose,” he answered. From the way he'd said it, I could tell that the answer was for me alone. He was still going to worry about it. He just didn't want me to do the same.He started undressing, starting from his watch. I did the same too, and we both slipped into minimal clothes at the same time. He stared at me for a few moments, his eyes hinting that he wanted to say something. But he kept mute instead, and I decided not to ask him about it.The following day, I was in the room trying on some new dre

CHAPTER 47Damien’s POV"Fuck," I muttered inwardly as I watched the numbers dip once more on the charts. Could the day get any worse? Absolutely not, I guess.Just when I leaned back on my chair, about to relax a little, a knock pulled me out of my thoughts."Hey, man," a familiar voice filled my office.I looked up to see Richards Langston looking like he just stepped out of a conference hall. Like he'd be anywhere else. A navy blue Italian suit, crisp white shirt, polished shoes, and a sharp, expensive, masculine scent completed the portrait of my number one investor and financial advisor. Not officially, but his friendship with my father granted him the position, according to the Sterling family."Hey," I answered, uninterested."Listen, man." He stepped in closer and sat on the chair across from my table. "I know I may have said so many things, but I always say the truth.""Why are you here?""I just wanted to let you know that I am proud of you." My hand hung in the air, paused f

CHAPTER 49Rose’s POVI didn't need anyone to tell me Damien was going to kill someone with the look in his eyes. Most likely Victor Kane.As tears fell down my cheeks like a waterfall, I leaned against the wall and slid down to the ground. Sounds became muffled and distant. Nothing mattered anymore. Not Damien's anger, not Victor's manipulation, not even the murder charge hanging over me. My sister Lily was still missing, and I'd failed her. Again. The polished marble floor felt cold beneath my palms.Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, my phone rang loudly."Hello?"Madison's voice sliced through the fog. "Rose? Where are you? Meet me at Bryant Park. Now." Her tone brooked no argument.Twenty minutes later, I spotted her beneath the skeletal branches of a winter maple, clutching two steaming cups. She thrust one into my numb hand, the cheap paper scalding my fingers."Mocha latte, extra milk. Just like Damien says, you like it."I flashed her a small smile while we walked t