All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 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 43 DAMIEN'S POV Seraphina, of course, took full advantage. She turned her head just slightly, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. "Oh. Hello, Rose." I looked at Rose just in time to see her expression flicker. A flash of something—annoyance? Hurt?—before she schooled her face into something unreadable. "Am I interrupting?" she asked, voice careful. Seraphina smiled, brushing past her with a deliberate bump of her shoulder. "Excuse me." Rose didn’t move for a second. Then, slowly, she turned to me, arching a brow. "So… should I come back later?" I exhaled sharply. "No. You’re exactly who I want here." Her gaze lingered on the door Seraphina had just walked out of before she shook her head, stepping forward. She placed the bag on my desk. "I brought your lunch." I sat back in my chair, opening the bag. The smell hit me instantly. "This looks…" I took a bite and groaned in approval. "Okay. This is amazing." Rose smirked, crossing her arms. "Are you the same person who

CHAPTER 45 ROSE'S POV I sat on the couch, staring blankly ahead, my fingers idly running along the rim of my glass. My thoughts had been circling the same problem all day, relentless and inescapable. Lily. Damien. And me—falling for the man my sister loved first. This was wrong… wasn’t it? It had to be. No matter how much I tried to ignore it, to push it away, but reality wouldn’t let me. Lately, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We’d been fucking too much. Every touch, every kiss, and every moment with him had me slipping further, it was like I was losing myself in him. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop. I sighed, rubbing my temples. The sharp chime of the doorbell cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. I frowned, glancing at the clock. Who the hell would be here at this hour? Smoothing down my dress, I pushed myself off the couch and made my way toward the door. Damien’s mother. Again. She stood on the doorstep, wrapped in an expensive coat, her lips pressed

CHAPTER 47 DAMIEN'S POV I woke up feeling… off. A dull, persistent ache throbbed at the back of my head, the kind you get after one too many drinks—or a restless night. I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling heavily before forcing myself to get out of bed. The sheets still carried Rose’s scent, a soft, lingering reminder that she had been there. Once dressed, I made my way downstairs, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to shake off the heavy tension weighing me down. I found Rose in the kitchen, her back turned to me. A soft smile crept onto my lips as I stepped inside. "Morning, sweetheart.” She didn’t answer. Not once did she look at me. Instead, she stared at the plate in front of her, fingers tightening around its edges like she needed something solid to hold onto. My brows knitted together. "Rose?” Still, she said nothing. Then, finally, she turned around, and her eyes were red-rimmed and weary. The sight of her like that was a gut punch. "What’s wrong?" I stepped forwa

CHAPTER 49 ROSE'S POV I barely took two steps into the sitting room before Damien’s mother lifted her eyes from her tea, her stare landing on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. "I hated whatever it was you two were doing last night," she said, her voice calm, but the underlying irritation was impossible to miss. She raised her cup, took a slow sip, then added, "Could’ve kept it down, don’t you think?” My body went rigid. Heat crept up my neck, burning my skin as mortification settled deep in my chest. Oh. My. God. The heat spread, traveling down my neck, pooling in my chest, then sinking all the way to my toes, making it impossible to stand still. I opened my mouth, closed it again, then finally stammered, "I—I’m sorry. I didn’t think—” She waved a hand, brushing it off. "Not my concern. Just saying." Another slow sip. "Walls aren’t as thick as you think.” I wanted the ground to swallow me. Muttering another apology, I spun around and hurried straight to the ki