Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Bargain: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

CHRISTIANI was losing my mind.It had been two days since she got on her knees, wrecked me, and left me hanging—two days since she pulled that stunt and walked away like she hadn’t just sent me spiraling into a level of frustration I hadn’t known was possible.And now?Now, she was torturing me.I was at my desk, staring blankly at the numbers on my laptop screen. I was supposed to be reviewing reports—finalizing the details for a deal I had been working on for weeks.Instead, all I could think about was her, the way she looked up at me from the floor of my study, her mouth wrapped around my cock, her eyes full of something wicked—like she knew she was ruining me.She did know. And she enjoyed every second of it.I leaned back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face, trying to shake the memory out of my head.But then—like she had some kind of psychic ability to sense my breaking point—she appeared.Penelope strolled past my open door again.Little blue shorts that barely covered h

PENELOPEThe late morning light poured through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. The scent of him lingered in the sheets—warm musk, cologne, and something distinctly Christian.And the warmth of the sheets cocooned me, my body still humming with the remnants of last night. Every inch of me ached—in the best way possible.I kept my breathing steady, my body still, pretending to be asleep as I felt the bed shift. The mattress dipped slightly as he moved. A moment later, I felt it—the press of his lips against my forehead. A soft, lingering kiss.The bed dibbed as he got up, his bare footsteps padding across the hardwood floor.I slowly cracked one eye open, just a peak, just enough to steal a glance.The muscles of his back flexed as he stretched, his broad shoulders rolling. Even from behind, he was breathtaking, all strong lines and firm muscle. The scratches I’d left on him last night were faint, but they were there.My cheeks burned, I shouldn’t be staring, b

CHRISTIANI hated that her words got to me.Not Penelope’s—no, she wasn’t the problem this time. It was what my mother’s cousin said last night at dinner. Thank goodness Penelope couldn't make it, she was stuck at work–or that was an excuse to not be in the same space as me.I kept wondering why she was avoiding me, did she not enjoy it? Did she not enjoy my tongue, my fingers all in her? I know she did, she came on my face, twice. She came on my cock, more times than I could remember. I know for a fact that I'm not a bad lover.“I just don’t understand why anyone would agree to be with you. You’re a workaholic, Christian. You drown yourself in meetings and boardrooms. You don’t appreciate quality time, and let’s be honest—you were never the relationship type. What woman would want to be married to a man who treats his career like his first love?”I’d wanted to ignore it, but the words sank into my skin like poison. Maybe because, deep down, I was afraid she wasn’t wrong.I spent the

CHRISTIANI had spent the past few hours watching her, unable to look away. She looked so peaceful, so soft—her long lashes fanned out against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I had never paid this much attention to a woman before, but with her, I couldn’t help it.Was this just an attraction? Or was it something else?The thought unsettled me, but he pushed it aside as the pilot’s voice came through the intercom. “We’ll be landing shortly, Mr. Hilton.” Letting out a breath before gently shaking her shoulder. “Penelope,” I murmured.She stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open. Sleep still clung to her features, making her look even more delicate. I almost didn’t want to wake her up.“We’ve arrived,” I said softly.She blinked a few times before sitting up, slowly getting off me. As she moved to stand, she staggered slightly, her body not fully awake yet.I was on her in an instant, my hands gripping her waist, steadying her. “Easy,

PENELOPEChristian and I spent the rest of the weekend, locked in our penthouse, subsisting on room service and orgasms and christening every surface‐though I'm not sure “christening” was the right word to use, considering how filthy our activities were.Sex with Christian was sex like I'd never known it. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It shattered every preconceived notion of who I was and molded me into something more darker, more depraved. He called me princess one moment and his whore the next.And I loved it.Even at his coldest, Christian had always treated me with some sort of respect outside the bedroom, but inside the bedroom, I was his toy. His to fuck and use–in the shower, pressed against the window, bent over the desk–and I craved it as much as he did.I screamed, my core clenching around his cock for what must've been the thousandth time as another orgasm ripped through and broke me into a million pieces of ecstatic agony.When the fog of ple