All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jason blinked once, slowly. His body was still on fire from her touch, blood still pulsing hard from the feel of her straddling him. Her panties were soaked against the thin fabric of his boxers. Her hair framed her face like a halo, her lips slightly parted, and whether from exertion or anger, he couldn’t tell. But her eyes…Her eyes were cold and dead. “I don’t have a mistress,” Jason said carefully, his voice low and controlled, thinking fast. “You know that.”He was by no means a perfect man, but he knew he'd had no other woman besides Samantha since their reunion, despite the dozens of times he'd been tempted. So what the hell was she going on about? He briefly wondered if this was another one of Marcus's plans to sabotage him by planting thoughts in her head that would bring mistrust and cause them to break up.Not that he would ever let her leave him anyway, she was his until the day they died. But he still couldn't shake the thought from his head.Her brow lifted slowly, "L

SAMANTHA'S POVJason's lips crashed onto Samantha's, hungry and demanding, while she gasped in shock.His hands trailed down her arm, then her chest, her shoulders as he peppered them with kisses while she struggled in his grasp."I would never treat anyone I loved the way you've treated--"He kissed her straight to the lips, cutting her off, causing her to mumble her words in his mouth.She gasped, her body responding to his even as her mind screamed at her to push him away. But her body had other plans, her traitorous hands clutching at his hair, pulling him closer as if to devour his lying mouth."I bet this works with all your other women huh?" She gasped, "You fuck them over and then instead of apologising you do this..." "It's working on you, isn't it?" he asked, smiling that devilish smile while twisting her. How she wanted to push the smug bastard on his ass. She wished she were strong enough to fight him, to run away where he would never see her again or complicate her life

Jason wanted nothing more than to continue having angry hate-sex with his fiancée, but he knew deep down that it wouldn't accomplish anything except a temporary distraction.Besides, he had a better idea.He tightened his grip around Samantha's waist while she twisted in his arms, hissing curses at him. He ignored her antics, carrying her bridal-style out of the guest bedroom and towards the bathroom. She kicked at his thigh, screaming her head off. "Put me down, Jason!""Not until you calm down.""Calm down?" Her voice pitched higher, nearly breaking. "Don't tell me to calm down."He pushed open the guest bathroom door with his shoulder, before turning on the bath faucet.He saw something more than just anger in the stiff set of her jaw, how she shivered from more than just pleasure. She was panicking, and that was why this angry, bratty version of her was on full display."Let go of me," she demanded.He set her down slowly into the warm water, and she sucked in a sharp breath.Her

Water still rippled around them when the knock came again a second time. Jason groaned against her, still laughing a little "Sir?" A man's voice this time, probably one of the security guards. Jason didn't answer. He was too busy having the time of his life, watching Samantha get all hot and bothered. Samantha slapped his arm. "Get it." He tilted his head back, his eyes shining like a child who'd found new ways to irritate her. "Whoever it is can wait, my future wife is naked in the bathroom with me. Why the hell would I go anywhere else?" "Jason, it could be important." she sighed. "Alright then, anything for you," he muttered, standing up slowly, like a spoiled king. He reached for a towel at the edge of the tub, wrapping it low around his hips before padding toward the door, water dripping off his skin. Samantha sank deeper into the tub, breathing hard, trying to keep her face neutral. Her body still thrummed with irritation and embarrassment. She heard the door open and vo

One of the staff quickly grabbed her hand and led her away, and before Samantha knew it, she was in front of her room. The door shut behind her with a heavy thud that made her flinch. She pressed her back against it, breathing hard, her pulse still hammering in her ears. Her skin tingled where Jason's hands had pinned her, and even now, she could almost feel the heat of him lingering near her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was trapped. She stood there for a long moment, her robe half open, her heart racing, staring at the soft light spilling across the room. In her reflection in the glass door, she looked wide-eyed and trembling, like a stranger. "You will always need me. You're my woman, Samantha." His voice echoed in her head. She pressed her palms against her ears, as if that could drown him out. "Giving you a good reason to hate me, while I love you." she shook her head, remembering his words. She tried to block it out but he was still there, in the walls, in her ve