All Chapters of Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Florence POV I stood in the middle of my new bedroom, a half-empty suitcase gaping open on the bed like a judgmental mouth. Clothes were strewn everywhere—on the bedpost, the chair, the floor. "I can't believe he's making me do this again, and so soon. " I grumbled, shoving a rolled-up pair of jeans into the case with more force than necessary. "We just got settled here. Mom just started to recognize the kitchen. Now I have to pack up and follow him on another one of his mysterious trips."My father, was sitting calmly in the room's only armchair, watching me with an amused glint in his eyes. "He's not making you do anything, Florence. He asked. And after everything he's done for this family, I'd say we owe him the benefit of the doubt."I whirled around, a sweater in my hand. "Owe him? Dad, that's the whole problem! He's so arrogant, and he's hell-bent on reminding me that I'm in his debt. He loves having that power.""He believes you can handle it," my father said simply, his voic

FLORENCE'S POV The first thing I registered was the unfamiliar stiffness in my neck. I was lying on a bed that was too firm, in a room that wasn't mine. Early morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a pale, gray glow over everything. I woke up slowly, my mind clawing its way out of a deep, troubled sleep. The events of the previous night—or rather, the very early hours of this morning—replayed in a disjointed loop behind my eyes. I wasn't thinking about the act itself, not the intimacy of it. My thoughts were a jumbled mess of confusion and fluster. My heart kept doing a nervous, skipping rhythm, and my cheeks felt permanently warm. I didn't know if I should feel embarrassed by my own forwardness, annoyed at his calm control, or something else entirely that I couldn't even name.I swung my legs off the bed and stood, my bare feet cold on the rough wooden floor. I stared at the plain, cracked ceiling, as if it held answers. My hands went up to my hair, trying to smoo

Florence POV The next morning came too fast, clawing me out of a thin, restless sleep. I had not slept well. My mind was a tangled mess, jumping between the sound of my brother’s voice on that old recording, Anthony’s low warning in the safe house, the sudden detour, the cold weight of the guns in his duffel bag, and Javier’s grim face. Everything was scattered, a chaotic storm inside my head that left me feeling bruised and exhausted before the day had even begun.By the time we met Javier and stepped into the hot, crowded marketplace, I was already sweating under my loose, long-sleeved shirt. The place looked deceptively normal. Vendors shouted, selling colorful fruits, cheap clothes, cracked smartphones, and sizzling meat on sticks. The air was thick with the smell of dust, exhaust fumes, and frying oil. It felt like the kind of bustling, ordinary place where nothing dangerous should exist. But knowing what we knew, I could not make my shoulders relax. Every loud noise made me fli

Florence's POV (X Rated )The walk back to the room felt long and heavy. Every step on the creaking wooden stairs seemed to echo the weight pressing down on my shoulders. Javier had peeled off from us with a curt nod, disappearing into the warren of side streets to dig for more information, leaving Anthony and me in a thick, shared silence. My head was a chaotic mess. The overwhelming noise of the marketplace, the low, threatening rumble of the pub, the aggressive shoves from the bouncers, and Javier’s flat, emotionless voice detailing how girls were discarded and died—it all spun in my mind, a relentless whirlwind of dread.When Anthony pushed the door to our small room open, the click of the latch was a sharp, final sound. He locked it behind us, the bolt sliding home with a solid thud. He shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it onto the single, worn armchair in the corner. He let out a long, slow breath, the kind that came from deep within, and rubbed the back of his neck with a

Florence's POV I lifted my head to watch him, his dark head between my legs, his eyes looking up at me, watching my reactions. He pushed one finger inside me, then a second, curling them upward to press against that spot deep inside. I clenched around him instantly, my hips rocking in rhythm with his hand. His tongue kept working, lapping from side to side, then circling my clit rapidly.'God, you taste good,' he said, pulling back just enough to speak. His fingers continued to pump in and out of me, the slick, wet sounds filling the quiet room. I reached down, touching his hair, urging him back to where I needed him.He dove in again, sucking harder. The pressure built quickly, my body tensing like a coiled spring. 'I'm close,' I warned him, my voice tight.'Cum for me,' he said, the words vibrating against my sensitive skin. His fingers thrust deeper, his tongue pressing flat and firm against my clit.I shattered. The orgasm hit me hard, a wave of pure, blinding pleasure. My pussy