All Chapters of Bred By My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter TwelveStephanoThe very minute the door creaked open, Isabella stiffened in my lap. I swore under my breath, my grip tightening on her thighs as she gasped, scrambling off me. Her movements were uncoordinated, as she tugged her dress down.I exhaled slowly, jaw clenched, as I yanked my zipper up. I had to maintain control.Isabella huffed beside me, adjusting the hem of her dress with a glare before shooting an annoyed look toward the door. "Your damn employees don’t knock, Stephano," she muttered under her breath, smoothing her hair with sharp, irritated fingers.I dragged a hand through my hair, still feeling the heat of her body against mine. My focus shifted the second I caught sight of who was standing frozen in the doorway.Camilla.She looked like she had just walked into a nightmare, her lips slightly parted, her face pale, her wide eyes flickering between Isabella and me before locking onto the floor as if praying it would open and swallow her whole."Get out," I ord

Chapter Fourteen ~ Camilla Was. Pantyless.I wasn’t wearing any panties. My breath hitched. Oh, God. I stopped dead in the hallway. It wasn’t just that he had torn them off like some entitled, domineering bastard. I had let him. I stood there, breathless and shaking, while he ripped them down my thighs, his grip rough, possessive, merciless.I had just walked out of his office without panties.I let him tear them off.I let him.I squeezed my eyes shut.No. Don’t think about it.And now.Now I was outside. In a hallway. In an office building with no panties on. My hands clenched into fists, my nails biting into my palms as a hot, suffocating embarrassment swallowed me whole.Don’t think about how his hands had been rough, how he had muttered dark curses about the buttons before ripping them off like they were nothing.Don’t think about how he had pinned me there, his breath thick with hunger.Oh, hell.I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of it. I had to keep moving. Had to pr

CHAPTER SIXTEEN ~ CamillaThe second the car rolled to a stop, I lunged for the door handle. Freedom was just a pull away. Finally. I could put this entire day behind me, take a hot shower, and maybe drown myself in wine. I was already reaching for the door handle when I spoke.“Well, it’s been an absolute nightmare. Thanks for nothing.”Nothing happened.I yanked it again. Still nothing. It didn’t budge.My smile froze. Slowly, I turned my head to the side. Stephano was watching me, completely relaxed, fingers tapping idly against the steering wheel.“You locked the door,” I said flatly.He nodded once, like we were having a normal conversation. “I did.”I exhaled through my nose. "Stephano. Unlock the damn door."He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze dark and unreadable.I turned to him, eyes narrowing. “Why?”He exhaled like I was exhausting him. “Because, Camilla, I think you owe me something before you go.”I blinked. “You think?”He s

~ CamillaI wanted to die.Right there, in the middle of this stupidly slow elevator, next to the man who had single-handedly turned my brain into pudding and my legs into jelly.It was all my fault. I should have walked away. I should have ignored him. I should have never let his words get to me. But no. Instead, I had done the absolute unthinkable.I had swooned.Like some ridiculous heroine in a victorian novel, all breathless and weak-kneed, practically falling into his arms. I mean, who does that?Oh right. Me.Now, here I was, standing as stiff as a board, staring intently at the floor like it was the most fascinating thing I had ever seen in my life. Because if I looked up, if I met his gaze, I just knew I'd see it. That smug, devastatingly handsome, I own you smirk of his.Nope. Not happening.I bit my lip hard, hoping the slight pain would distract me from the fact that my entire body was betraying me. My skin felt hot, my heart was racing, and my thighs… oh God, my thighs we

CHAPTER TWENTY ~ CamilaI wasn’t going to be the only one aching.Not after everything he had put me through.The whispered filth. The smug little smirks. The way he’d lean in too close, murmur dirty things in my ear just to watch me squirm, and then walk away like he hadn’t set my entire body on fire. I hated him. I hated how easily he got to me. And I hated that right now, sitting beside him while the other investors haggled over deals I didn’t care about, I was the only one suffering.No.That wasn’t happening.I was going to make him pay.I can do this.I inhaled slowly, sliding my thighs apart under the table. My hand shook as I dragged it under my skirt, fingers trembling like I was about to detonate a bomb instead of… well, whatever the hell I was doing. Because let’s be honest—I didn’t know what I was doing.I mean, sure, the concept was simple enough. Women did this. I could do this. But where the hell was I supposed to start? Was there a secret button? A hidden map? Instruc