All Chapters of Owned by the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ROBYNMy nightmare had officially begun. Mrs. Kolby. It sounded perfect, but behind it was the start of my nightmare for 365 days.“You know, you two look like a real couple,” Piper whispered, but enough for everyone around the restaurant to hear. My cheeks burned, but Spade didn’t seem to care. “He’s sitting right across us, you know.”“And it’s huge.” She grabbed my hand and inspected the six-carat marquise-cut diamond ring around my finger. Even the wedding band was in an eternity setting. “Shut up. Can we just eat?” I still pinched myself that I was married to the man before me, my boss. It felt surreal. I couldn’t help but think of what my life would be like as a married woman.Of course, I dreamed of marrying the man I loved and starting a family with him, but this unconventional marriage ruined everything I dreamed of, of walking down the aisle in a white bridal gown with a long train, then sharing a dance with him at the reception with our family around us. Unlike right now.

SPADEWhen everything became too much to process, I became a coward. I walked away and ran like a pussy. It should be a good start for us, but the agreement was a reminder that this, whatever she felt for me, would end in 365 days.I made it to my bedroom to ditch the condom filled with my come. There was a slight trace of blood. I knew she was not a virgin, and she had a previous sexual partner, but she hadn’t been with anyone for years. And I didn’t take it easy on her. I couldn’t. My desire and need for her were bottled up for years. So I fucked her like I promised I would.It had been months since I had sex, and sex with Robyn freaked the fuck out of me. She was fantastic, amazing, out of this world as she gave in to her desire, surrendered her body to me, and I wholeheartedly exploited that for my insatiable appetite. I didn’t even feel an ounce of guilt for caving in to my hunger. In fact, I craved it. I thirst for it.I watched the video of us on the phone. Yes, I was a creep.

ROBYN“Are you wet, princess? Be a good wife now and tell me,” he whispered gruffly.“Yes.” My hands found their way to his bulging biceps as he rubbed his fingers against my panties. “Do you want to come around my fingers?” He met me in the eye. Sure, he was turned as I was, but I was desperate to feel his touch.“Please?” I began to pant, threw my head back, and squeezed my eyes shut.“Please, what? Tell me what you want?” “God, you’re an asshole.” I groaned in frustration. “Please, make me come?” Cheeks burning, I pushed my ambivalence aside as I spread my legs wide. I knew he didn’t want a scandal. I knew and trusted him that he locked the door, and he didn’t want someone to come and see us as he pleasured me on his desk.He chuckled. “I bet you do.” He set my soaked panties aside and stroked my wet folds, teasing my sensitive clit.I shuddered as he slid his fingers deep inside me, pressing the rough pad of his thumb against my throbbing nub. I arched, clasping his arms as I ro

ROBYNWhen Max left, I retreated to my room— my temporary room. I was still puzzled and shocked to let all that shocking information sink in my pretty, hazy head. Maybe it was the effect of alcohol. I drank a lot tonight. After I freshened up, I put on the sexy, skimpy, lacy little black negligee, if he wanted to continue where we left off. He seemed to be in a mood tonight. He smiled and laughed. I guess he was a normal person when he was surrounded by the people he trusted and cared about. Just not with me. Yet.When the door swung open, I didn’t realize I hadn’t locked it up, so I turned around. His scorching gaze locked with mine. His jaw locked tight. His chest rose and fell as if he was holding something back. Spade changed to a gray t-shirt and sweatpants. Without uttering a word, he shut the door and stalked in my direction. So here we were. Day 2 of 365 days. I had a long way to go to be out of my debt, and I was already hypnotized by those icy blue eyes. I swallowed as

SPADE“What brought you here today, Spade?” Dr. Lilian, my therapist, asked as she sat down on her modern upholstered chair with a note and pen in her hands.When I was young, it always terrified me, made me nervous, sitting across someone who had the ability to crack me open and know my secret. That was what happened last night. And I hated what I’d done.“I had an episode, not that it’s new.”“You had a nightmare last night. What was it all about?”“It’s the same image, the same pain all over again, but this time, my wife was there.”Her gaze dropped to my hand, where I wore my wedding ring. She smiled, not the practiced kind. “Congratulations, Spade. Do you wanna talk about her instead, to change the subject to something lighter?”“No.” I shook my head.“Okay. Why don’t we talk about her sudden appearance in your dream?”“She wasn’t there just watching me. She was there with me, getting the beating, and I was terrified and felt helpless to stop it. I screamed at the punisher to sto