All Chapters of The Billionaire's Brutal Seduction: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damian unfastened the leash, stepping back as Chloe whimpered at the loss of contact. The cool air kissed her bare skin, amplifying her sense of loss. A wicked grin curled at the corner of his mouth when he leaned closer. “Beg for it, baby girl.”“Spank me, Daddy,” she pleaded.“You are my little brat, aren’t you? You forgot to say ‘please.’“ Damian’s steely stare frightened and thrilled her simultaneously.“Please?” She bit her lower lip, twirling a lock of her hair.He picked up a black leather paddle, its handle adorned with pink silk and the words “Daddy’s Brat” etched into it. He positioned Chloe across his lap. “Are you ready?”“Yes. Punish me, please,” she begged, her voice ripe with anticipation.He cupped her bare ass, kneading once before the paddle cracked against her skin—heat and sting colliding. “I’m going to break you,” he breathed, lips grazing her ear, “and put you back together. Piece by piece. Mine.”Her breath hitched. “Then do it.”A slow, dark smile curved his mo

Damian’s smile dimmed as he pondered Chloe’s question. The flickering candlelight played across his face, deepening his thoughtful eyes.“I guess you could say I had a mentor,” he admitted.“A mentor?” she echoed, drawing closer.“Yeah.” Damian paused, his gaze growing distant. “Her name is Isabella. She was a dominatrix. God, she was the most captivating woman I’d ever met, and I was hooked. Learned a few tricks from her and some of the women here. Valentina, whom you met earlier tonight.”“Ooh. Spicy. Do you still see Isabella?” Chloe questioned. “Where is she now?”“Nah, I stopped seeing her after she left. She runs her own business these days.”“Did you love her?”“No. We never...” He cleared his throat, then spoke. “She showed me how to give and get pleasure through foreplay. She taught me about trust and surrender, as well as dominance and submission without us having intercourse.”Chloe’s eyes widened. A sudden realization dawned on her. “Wait, does that mean—”He nodded, eyes

Chloe hunched over her phone at the café table, friends' voices a blur around her. "Pick up," she hissed at the screen. The call rang out, then dumped her into voicemail.Again.Damian's silence was a black hole, swallowing her whole with each passing day of the semester. She had reached out multiple times—texts and calls, each met with responses so brief they barely scratched the surface of conversation. Damian's cold replies mocked her like a bad Tinder date.What the hell changed?Her fingers hovered over another desperate text, but doubt sank its claws in. Had she been too quick to fall, too reckless with her heart? The scent of cinnamon buns curled through the café. Any other day, her mouth would've watered—today, her stomach lurched.Angie swirled her overpriced cappuccino, smirking like she'd just read Damian's playbook. "Babe, you handed him your soul on a platter. Gave it all too fast, and now he's swiping left. Classic."Lisa shot her a look, tossing her chocolate braids back

Shadow Creek National Forest exhaled a damp, earthy musk, pine resin curling through the air like a lover's whisper. Sunlight fractured through the canopy, painting the trail in fleeting mosaics of gold and shadow.Chloe's pulse thrummed, a restless drumbeat, as she walked beside Chase, his presence a magnetic pull—dark, enigmatic, and, oh God, he smelled delicious like a woodsy blend balanced with subtle bourbon vanilla.Their boots crunched softly on the forest floor, her ponytail swinging with each step, a few rebellious strands catching the breeze. Her face, bare except for a swipe of mascara, glowed with the ease of someone who belonged in the wild.Chase, all lean muscle and quiet confidence, carried a backpack stuffed with supplies. His T-shirt hugged his frame, and his dark-brown hair curled just above his collar, a subtle nod to the Italian blood running through his veins from his mother's side. "Yo, you hear about the shitshow at my uncle's birthday bash last month?" Chase's

The neon glow of Bernie's Burger Shack flickered across Chloe's face, painting her freckles in shades of pink and electric blue as she sat into the vinyl booth, her stilettos tapping the checkered floor. The air smelled of fryer grease and nostalgia, a sharp pivot from The Rooftop's suffocating opulence, where every glance felt like a transaction.She let out a sigh. "This place is a million times better than that bougie dumpster fire we just escaped."Damian slid his phone into his pocket after a call with Campbell Delaney, The Rooftop's owner. "Campbell's got his head so far up his ass he didn't notice his manager hiring a crew of walking red flags."Chloe smirked, stirring the ice in her soda with a straw. "That whole place reeked of trying too hard. Speaking of things I didn't know, you never mentioned you went to grad school. We've got a lot to catch up on."He shrugged, casual but not careless, his broad shoulders shifting under his shirt. "Executive MBA. Part-time, nights, while