All Chapters of Mistake With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

“Fucking hell, Lance,” Drew mutters, eyes still glued to the binoculars, viewing the safehouse. “We should've clipped him days ago. We wait any longer, Carl’s gonna sniff something’s off and ghost us.”“He doesn’t get to ghost us,” I say flatly. “I need answers before he eats my bullet.”Drew sighs, dropping the binoculars to his lap. “Why risk it? You think Carl’s the only one who knows the next target? He’s got lieutenants. Soldiers. Anyone in that circle can give us shit. Why gamble it all on one sick bastard?”I cut him a look. “Because Carl was the next target until he flipped. You think I’m gonna let that slide without knowing who the fuck bought his loyalty?”My heart is hammering like a drum in a cage. I'm trying to focus but something just doesn't feel right tonight.I feel the tight coil in my gut that always shows up when blood is close. My hands are itching to get dirty.Drew leans forward again, scanning the building, while we wait for Carl to step out of the safehouse.

"So tell me, Ramona…” Lance’s voice is low, but so calm, the sound of it gives me a subtle wave of dread.He steps in closer. “Why exactly were you following me?”My feet start dragging back as he pushes forward. “I just…” I stutter, then my legs hit the front of his car and I land on it.The heat from the hood seeps through my skirt, pressing into the skin on my thighs. It’s hot but bearable.He moves in until his chest almost touches mine. His hands landing firmly on the hood, one on each side of me, boxing me in.His breath brushes my face. I can see the skin level and well-trimmed stubble on his jaw, his scent fills my nostrils again.“You think I’m blind?” His eyes lock on mine. “Creeping after me like I wouldn’t catch you? Huh?”My mouth opens but nothing comes out. My pulse is too loud in my ears, and my chest keeps rising like I can’t get enough air.“Tell me, Ramona,” he says, “what reason would you have to come out here, at this hour, putting yourself in danger? Are you bei

I can’t even tell how big the room is. Lance carries me inside.Then he switches the light on, and it's just a red light hanging in the middle of the room… It's strange.The deep red glow flickers on, then off slowly. It feels like I'm being pulled into some kind of trance. My eyes keep adjusting, then losing focus, over and over again.I glance down. The floor isn’t hard, it looks like it's padded, with leather. My gaze travels up the walls. Same thing. Soft, wine-red leather everywhere, stitched perfectly, like someone spent years making it flawless.Then I observe the center of the room, a black velvet couch sitting alone at the middle and nothing else, except the small table sitting beside the couch.On that table…is a white box, a bottle of wine, two wine glasses.Lance sets me down. The second my feet touch the padded floor, a deep vibration crashes deep into my body.Not just under my feet, it hits deep into my bones. It feels like my bones are shifting.My muscles loosen wit

Lance's POVFuck! She's clutching me like she's meant to tear me apart.She's too tight, too wet, every man's heaven, every man's fucking weakness.The way she's fixed to that robo chair, her hands held tight, her eyes fixed on me, begging. Her legs spread wide apart for me, the way I'm filling every bit of her, and that wine deep in my system.It feels illegal, out of this fucking world. I push deeper and faster, exploring all of her with my dick.Her tight pussy gripping me, filling my brain with images I don't fucking understand. “Ahhhh! It's too much, Lance!” she screams.“It's too much, I'm going to lose it!” she cries now, her voice totally lost between high breaths as tears roll down her cheeks. I can see every tear glisten under the red blinking lights, her lips trembling.“Yes, scream my name, baby,” I groan, my hands cupping her breasts, swirling in circles ever since I started riding her, feeling her nipples stiffen under my touch, every reaction feeding the hunger inside