All Chapters of Billionaire’s Contracted Maid Is His Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

..Serene’s POV I woke up sore, used, and wrapped in sheets that smelled like sex and him.The Red Room was gone. I was back in the master bedroom—our bedroom, tucked into the massive bed like Nicholas had carried me here after I passed out. My body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong: thighs trembling, pussy swollen and tender, nipples aching from his teeth and fingers. Even the brush of silk against my skin made me shiver.He wasn’t beside me.The spot where he’d been was cold.I sat up slowly, wincing as every muscle protested. My throat was raw from screaming, my voice barely a croak when I whimpered. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city far below. I pulled the sheet around me like armor and padded barefoot toward the door. My stomach growled—loud, embarrassing. I hadn’t eaten properly in over a day.Downstairs smelled like heaven: bacon, fresh coffee, something buttery. Rufus was at the stove, moving with the calm precision of a man

...Serene’s POV I was face down on the mattress, cheek pressed into the sheets, ass high in the air, legs trembling from the spanking and the humiliation of being so completely exposed. My skin still burned where his hand had landed, each print throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could only feel the cool air on my soaked, swollen pussy and the way my body still clenched desperately around nothing.Then something cold touched me.Right between my cheeks.I jerked hard, a startled whimper ripping out of my throat. My hips tried to twist away, but his large hands clamped down on my ass, spreading me wide, holding me open like I was a gift he was unwrapping.“Shh,” he murmured, voice low and filthy. “Relax, little maid.”Little maid.The nickname made my stomach flip and my pussy clench harder.I felt it then, something smooth, metallic, and cold pressing against my tight, untouched hole.My eyes flew open under the blindfold of my own hair.A butt

...Serene’s POV The car pulled up to the sprawling Volkov estate like we were driving into a lion’s den. The driveway was lined with manicured hedges and security lights that cast long shadows, making the massive stone facade look even more intimidating. My hand trembled as I reached for Nicholas’s arm, clinging to it like a lifeline. Every step toward the front door sent the butt plug shifting inside me, a constant, humiliating reminder that made my thighs slick and my knees weak. I needed his support, not just for balance, but to keep from crumbling under the weight of what was waiting inside.Nicholas glanced down at me, his smirk curling like smoke. “Nervous, babygirl?” he murmured, his free hand brushing my bare back where the dress dipped low. “Or is it that plug making you shake? Bet it’s rubbing just right with every step. Imagine how it’ll feel when you sit down, stretching that tight little ass while your pussy drips for me in front of them all.”I blushed so hard

...Serene’s POV The words hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot.I love you.Nicholas’s hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away a tear I hadn’t felt fall. His eyes were fierce, unblinking, like he’d carved the confession out of his own chest and laid it at my feet. The room spun. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might bruise. I gasped, staring at him, searching for the lie, the trick, the cruelty that always lurked beneath his tenderness.But there was none.Just him. Smiling soft, real, almost vulnerable.Julian’s furious gaze burned into us from across the table, his knuckles white around his wine glass. Kate’s smile froze, her perfect red lips parting in shock before she recovered, eyes narrowing like daggers aimed at my back.She laughed light, musical, cutting. “Love? Oh, Nicky, that’s adorable. Remember when you said the same to me? In that villa in Tuscany? You were so convincing. Until you weren’t.” She leaned forward, voice dripping venom. “

...Serene’s POV The hallway blurred as Nicholas carried me deeper into the estate, his grip like iron bands around my thighs and back. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might shatter my ribs. The Red Room was bad enough, but this- this was something darker, something primal. He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. His silence was a promise of what was coming, and my body betrayed me with every step, clenching around the emptiness left by the plug he’d removed earlier in the bathroom. I was still dripping from the tease in the car, panties soaked through, clit throbbing like a live wire.He kicked open a door to a guest suite dimly lit, massive four poster bed draped in shadows and dumped me onto the mattress. I bounced once, gasping, scrambling backward on my elbows.“On your knees,” he growled, voice rough as gravel.I hesitated—just for a second—and his eyes darkened to black.“Now, Serene.”I obeyed, knees sinking into the soft duvet, ass up, face down against the cool sheets.