All Chapters of Escaping The Billionaire's Embrace : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I woke up the next morning, still lying in Aiden's bed, with bruises all over my body. It ached all over. My sex area, my b**bs, my ass, my nipples, they all were in so much pain, reeling from the events of last night..Damn it! This crazy maniac b**tard dealt seriously with me. Such a beast!As I slowly sat up in bed, I saw him standing by the light of the window with just his pants on. He was radiating in every way. His broad shoulders and toned abs were evident as ever, rippling beneath his skin as he moved. A valid testament of his rigorous workout routine. If only Aiden hadn't become like this, he would have been the true definition of a perfect man for any woman, giving his looks and all.They had once captivated me. But now, they only serve to mask the monster that lurked beneath.He turned to pick up his shirt from the bed, and I noticed the faintest glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, a hint that he was pleased with himself for having asserted and worked his dominanc

I walked into the hall, looking elegant and ravishing in my red, kinky new gown. That was his gift!Honestly , I purely wished my heart was half as cheerful as the image my dress portrayed.The party was in full swing, the music loud and the lights flashing. But I felt like I was walking through a nightmare, trapped in a world that was not my own.I walked round several tables, feeling like a doll on display, greeting guests. Everyone seemed to be staring at me, judging me."You look stunning." Someone whispered in my ears as he walked past me. I smiled sheepishly, atleast he said it to my face. Much better than side talks."Hi, Madam Helena." I greeted Aidan's stepmom."Hmmmph! So what if you wear such a beautiful dress?. Madam Helena responded in a cold voice, "that still doesn't make you a princess.""Come on over and cut out the steak for me." She ordered.Yeah! She was actually on her supposed act of belittling me, but, I wasn't even feeling it. This was nothing compared to h

"Where is she?" I heard Aiden scream from his room.I knew better than to keep him waiting, so I hurriedly slipped out of bed and walked past the men by the corridor, into his room. As soon as I reached out supposed matrimonial room, I took in the smell of alcohol.Aiden was seated on the same sofa he had been seated the previous day, and there were four empty bottles on the floor around him. There were three other untouched bottles."I'm here." I whispered, and he looked up at me before giving me a drunk grin.Oh, he was drunk. Maybe this could be a chance to escape this planned sex."You know you're alcohol intolerant." I walked up to him and reached to take the bottles that was in his hand, but he cuddled the bottle tightly."No, I'm not giving this to you.". He shook his head, and looked at my face again. "Come drink with me."I shook my head at his drunken action and took a bottle of alcohol too. I walked over to the other sofa and sat on it, opening the bottle.Yeah. That was a

The next day, I woke up with a slight headache. My right hand was on my forehead as I fluttered my eyes open.The ceiling of my room came into view first, and I shut my eyes back. Few seconds passed before i opened my eyes again and sat up on the bed.As soon as i sat up, memories of the previous night came rushing into my brain and i gasped. I hurriedly pulled the sheets off my body, falling into a state of panic for the next few seconds.I raked my hair into my hands and shook my head, recalling the words i had said to Aiden, the sounds i had made for him, the way i had whimpered against his body, the sting and pleasure of his hand smacking my ass, and the way i had...."What the hell did I do? Did I...did i squirt?" I could barely believe what i had done but still, as i leaned back unto the headboard and calmed down, a part of me said it was not so bad.I had never felt anything like i felt the previous night, and a silent, small part of me wished i was not drunk while at it. Wi

The car ride had been silent.Not the comfortable kind. Not even the angry kind. It was the kind of silence that pulsed, like something alive.Watching. Waiting.I sat still, hands folded tightly in my lap, knuckles bone-white. I didn't dare look at him. I knew he was mad at me for walking out on him.The windows blurred with city lights,but I couldn't focus on anything. Just his presence. Just the way the air in the car felt too thin with him in it.I shouldn't have walked ahead of him back at the apartment. That much was obvious now.He hadn't said anything when I did it - Just followed, quiet. But the moment the car door shut behind me, I felt it.That shift.Like he was letting me sit with the mistake before he decided what to do with it."We'll arrive in seven minutes," he said at last. His voice was low, almost gentle. But every word felt like it carried weight.He didn't look at me. He didn't have to.I swallowed hard, nodding before I realized he couldn't see it. My throat wa