All Chapters of Falling For His Dirty Trap: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Hillary The water is warm, but it still feels cool against my body. I look back at Bentley, and he is watching, just like I thought he would be. I swim farther away from the shore, farther and farther, but he still doesn’t join me. I thought I would be able to convince him.I swim back to the shore, and then I start to walk out of the lake. I see Bentley pull his phone out to take photos of me.“I have always wanted to own a dolphin as a pet,” I say, squeezing the water out of my hair.Ben laughs. “You are so weird. Who wants some smelly fish as a pet?”“Me, Bentley. My dad was going to buy me one for my sixteenth birthday. I was looking forward to turning sixteen so badly, but then… tsk,” I drag my thumb over my throat.“You look so much like your mom,” Bentley says, tilting his head to look at me.I roll my eyes, ignoring the sting in my cheeks and the smile tugging at my lips. I look back at him, and he is already at his laptop again.“Come on…” I whine, pushing his laptop away.B

HillaryWe arrive at the event and make our way into the hall packed with so many people that I get distracted for a bit, and when I try to find Ben again, he’s already being led away through a cleared path, cameras flashing.Is he that famous?I try to go to him, but security stops me.“You need to go find a seat down there, ma’am,” the bulky guard says without even looking at me.“I understand, but I’m Bentley Brown’s secretary, and I’m here with him,” I say.“I’m sorry, but you can’t go. That area’s reserved for our high-profile guests,” he tells me again.I explain once more that I’m with Bentley, but he doesn’t listen. Instead, we go back and forth, arguing. Ben turns around and sees what’s going on, and I expect him to tell them to let me through but instead, he just calls for his bodyguard.I watch as Drew approaches, waiting for him to tell the guards to let me through. Instead, he walks over and reaches for Ben’s phones and iPad from me.“Director Brown asked me to tell you t

Bentley Tonight we’re having pasta and beefsteak for dinner, and it looks really good. Everything I’ve had here has been great—Venessa is a really good cook, and I bet Hillary would be too, since she helps.“Thank you,” I say to Hillary, grabbing her arm just after she pours me a glass of wine.She won’t even look at me or talk to me.“Do you feel better now?” I ask, squeezing her tiny hand.“Yeah,” she mumbles, trying to get away from me.I tighten my grip—damn, she’s started with her nasty attitude again.“We have work tonight. You can sleep tomorrow,” I mutter quietly.“Okay, sir,” she responds, and I have to look around to make sure Nessa or Laurel didn’t catch that.They didn’t.I let Hillary go, and we all sit down quietly for dinner. It’s usually buzzing with conversation and laughter, but I guess if Hillary isn’t in the mood, then neither is anyone else.She looks so quiet and sad.I need to talk to her. Maybe kiss her. My mind has been too occupied with work lately.After di

Bentley Fuck me. I’m dead. I am so fucking dead.I don’t know if I’ve been missing out, or if there’s just something about Hillary Diana fucking Clarke. She tastes so ravishing, fascinating—like peach and pineapples. I can’t even begin to word how exactly I feel right now; my entire body is shaking, and I just want to devour her completely to quench this hunger tearing through my body.My glasses are all foggy and wet now, and they are getting in the freaking way, so I snatch them off and fling them aside. I want all of her inside my fucking mouth, and I don’t hide it.The need, the want, the pleasure, the desire is tearing me apart, and I’m shaking uncontrollably. What makes it even worse is Hillary’s fucking high-pitched moans, the way her fingers are clawing at my hair, pushing my head in further. I can tell she’s enjoying this as much as I am.I lick and suck, fucking her entrance with my tongue, sucking her swollen, soft clit into my mouth, and absolutely devouring her pussy.

Bentley “Hi, my beautiful baby.”“Hi, my boy.”I mentally mocked both of them. Why? Why does he have to show up and ruin everything for me? We were fine—a perfect, peaceful family I never really had because Jake keeps wrecking it. Now he just had to come here again with that raven-haired dwarf.I stacked my pillows against the headboard and decided to lie down, hoping sleep would take me, but I’m exhausted and can’t drift off. I’m not jealous, am I?I can’t be.She’s not even mine. This is just some stupid arrangement where she gets to be my sub to get back at Jake for cheating on her.I chew the inside of my cheek. I don’t even love her, so what’s my problem?But I want her. And I care about her—too much.If I keep going like this, I’m going to have a full-blown breakdown when she eventually marries him. I get out of bed and start pacing like some haunted wizard, obsessed with a woman I can’t have or love.I toss my glasses aside and rub my eyes. Why did my life have to turn out thi