Alle Kapitel von Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

YVONNE'S P.O.VHe was thick And longAnd....well endowed. Perfectly, powerfully made.My toes dug into the carpeted floorI writhed underneath Mr Voss's hold, my body going slack and losing at the same time, his tip lined with my slick pussy had me feeling all sorts of feelingsEven my back hole puckered.Christ “Clayton" I moaned when he fisted his cock in his hands, sliding it against my slick folds.My eyes rolled into the back of my sockets. I grabbed the side of the desk for my dear lifeMr Voss slid his length over my lower lip, the sound of our wet skin rubbing together made me bite down on another moan“Look how pretty this pussy is" he murmured more to himselfI arched my back, not able to wait any longer. “Come on, Clayton," I urged. “Please"My breasts were tender, and I rubbed them against the surface of the flat table, the friction shooting down to my core.Mr Voss let out a shattered breath as he slid his cock over my folds again. “Fuck" he muttered darkly. His eyes we

YVONNE’S P.O.V. The toaster chimed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I grabbed the slices of bread before they got burned, prepared my sandwich, and put it into a paper bag. Then, I rushed for the door, not sparing time to check my reflection in the mirror.It was my first time being late to work.But between what happened last night and what happened again while Mr Voss “cleaned” me in the tub, I was exhausted. My body still ached in places I didn’t know could feel pleasure, and my mind hadn’t stopped replaying the sound of his voice, the way he’d said my name like it belonged to him.I could barely remember him driving me home or tucking me into bed like I was something fragile. And so I woke up late.Late but... different. More energized and happier than I could remember.I arrived at the bus station just in time. Throughout the ride, I kept trying to reach out to Sasha, who hadn't replied to my text in days. It was so unlike her. I know her job at the Set could be demanding, but

CLAYTON'S P.O.VThe last person I wanted to see today was Aunt Stephanie. Yet here I was, staring straight at her oily smile. My jaw hardened just at the mere sight. It wasn’t that I couldn’t postpone today's meeting. I could. I owned this building, the company, and all the other luxury investments scattered across the state. One word from the entire board and me would reschedule without any question.But postponing it would only delay the inevitable. It was better to get this done and dusted with “Terrible indeed” Aunt Stephanie made a show of clutching her pearls while nodding to something a member of the board said. Someone else followed with a softer tone. “It's not as bad as the press makes it seem. Companies lose deals from time to time, let's not make a big deal out of nothing”Aunt Stephanie's lips fell in a mock gasp. She drew in a breath for the show of it. “Did you just say let's not make a big deal out of this, Mr Cain?" She glanced around the boardroom, purposely avoid

YVONNE’S P.O.VI left the building with shaky legs and disbelief It took me a few minutes to gather my composure and flag down a taxi to take me home. All through the ride to my place, my fingers trembled and my mind raced“A favor” I echoed Prince Emir's words in the backseat of the dimly lit taxi. The city lights blurred past the window, a mix of gold, red, blue, green, and every other colour I could think of as the car sped through the evening traffic.I stared at my reflection in the glass window, and she stared back. Eyes sunken and tired, shoulders dropped in defeat, and an expression of disbelief and anxiety My usual “A favor” I repeated, because I couldn't stop thinking about that conversation.Was it really worth it? This deal with the Arabs? The question pressed deep into my chest, throbbing and unanswered. It made every inhale of breath feel like a tiresome labourI just wanted to go home, fall into my soft bed, and cocoon myself with warm blankets. The cab driver took

YVONNE'S P.O.VSomewhere between the frenzied kiss, I was able to unlock the door and let Mr. Voss in. I took his hand, leading him towards the living room. Off went my heels in a corner I didn't care about, I loosened my hair from the bun I kept it in, the untamed strands fell past my shoulders down to my waist I had what Sasha calls Wild hair. Mine grew very long and very fast. Mr Voss watched me discard the hairband in a corner of my living room. His breath changed It was almost unnoticeable, but I caught it. His hand lifted slowly, threading his fingers through the strand. “Silky,” he murmured, like a silent confession. A rueful gleam shone in his eyes, as if he was getting lost in something— a memory maybe but I was too consumed by the heat building inside of me to register itI placed my palm flat against his solid chest, feeling the steady heartbeat underneath it. Mr Voss covered mine with his large ones, tilting my chin upward“You aren't going to tell me where you went”