All Chapters of Falling For My Ex’s Dying Billionaire Dad: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

••~~CORIAN~~••She was weightless in my arms; head pressed against my chest while I carried her into my room.Her lips brushed my shirt. “I hate you, Corian.”I smirked. “Nah, Tiger. You said you thought you hated me.”“No. I’m sure I hate you now,” she breathed.That one pulled a grin out of me. No woman’s ever told me that coming out of my mirror room. Then again, I didn’t fuck her… I left her starving on purpose. She needs to know who runs this.But Maddison? She isn't like the rest. She’s in my mirror room.... wide-eyed, innocent, but too damn curious. It’s dangerous. Addictive.And that “I hate you”?Don’t know if she means it, or if it’s just her way of hiding how bad she wants more. Probably both. If I had to bet… she’s already thinking about ending our deal.And I hate that my first thought isn’t good riddance.It’s the fact that I give a damn at all.I laid her down on my bed. She barely moved, looking peaceful, dreamy. My eyes dragged over

••~~MADDISON~~••The moment I opened my eyes, my whole body remembered. Everything rushed back at once… his voice in my ear, the sting, the spanks, the stretch of him holding me down, the way I begged. The way my pussy clenched and the deep tingles in my core.God. Who knew pain could feel like that? Every smack had me jolting, but somehow it lit me up inside, like he was flipping switches I didn’t even know I had. My skin buzzed, my thighs shook, heat curled low in my belly. I swear I thought I’d explode right there.Was I supposed to like that? To crave it?Am I addicted to pain?Do I love torture?No. No.But it’s impossible to lie to my own body. It betrayed me, tightening for him, begging for more. Every sting made my sex ache worse, like my clit was wired straight to the slap of his hand. My whole body was hijacked, strung out for him… like we were in some dark romance movie.Heck, even Anna couldn’t handle it when Christian did it. And here I am soa

••~~CORIAN~~••Driving through LA traffic, my head was buzzing.She’s in my room. In my bed. And I can’t even think without thinking about her.My escort.That mouth. That scar. That name…. Bernie.I should’ve stayed home. Laid between her legs. Found new ways to make her forget the world outside my walls. Teach her new lessons, show her just how much darker my world can get.But here I was…. pulling into Harvey’s firm dark glasses on, jaw clenched like I could snap a tooth.Harvey was already on the steps, pacing with a phone in hand,I climbed out of the car, slamming the door a little harder than I wanted to.“She inside?" I asked, climbing the steps two at a time.He nodded, not looking too thrilled.. “Already yelling at the receptionist.”I scoffed, “Classic Victoria.”The doors flew open, and there she was. Perfect. Manicured. Pissed.She turned toward me and her face melted into that plastic smile she uses to control every damn room she walks into.“

••~~CORIAN~~••Victoria must be out her damn mind.Give her my house?She really sat there, chin high, crocodile eyes shining, and said, “I deserve your house.”This house?My fucking cave?Nah.I’d rather die. Twice. On camera. With applause.I curved into the parking lot, my grip strangling the wheel, the car jerking into park.Harvey’s calm, therapist-on-payroll voice piped up in my head: “Breathe. Stay calm.”Fuck calm.I was ready to split heads.I slammed the front door shut, jacket hitting the couch before I even looked up…And froze.Music.Loud. Old-school Etta James pouring out of the speakers.And her.Maddison.Barefoot. Paint-smeared. In little shorts that barely covered her ass.My blood pressure dropped and spiked in the same second.I slowed to the edge of the patio. Stopped. Hands braced on my hips. Because damn.Her back was to me. And what a back.Hair in a messy bun. Neck long. Skin flushed.Her spine dipped sweet into that perfect c