Signed to the Billionaire's Bed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

022 Noelle “Do you want to take this inside?”The words, a low rumble against my ear, were the only warning I got. I didn't even have time to answer, though the frantic nod I gave against his shoulder was likely all the permission he needed. Before the heat of my body could cool, Damian’s arms were under me, one hooked beneath my knees, the other a firm anchor behind my back.He lifted me effortlessly, pulling me away from the cold marble counter. My legs were still useless, still shaking from the violence of my orgasm, and I clung to him, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck. The tension vibrating off him was almost too hot to ignore. It wasn't the kind of gentle tenderness that followed a soft kiss, this was coiled, lethal, and desperate. Literally, everything I didn't know I could crave until now Damiab wasn't gentle, but he was undeniably careful, ensuring my body was secure against his as he strode toward the bedroom.The bathroom door slammed shut behind us with

Damian I left the house before I could think twice, and somehow that didn't feel like I was putting enough distance between us. I'd never been one to run from my problems, but right now, even the thought of running, didn't sound efficient enough. If I could blow a hole in the middle of the fucking earth just so I could put whatever the fuck had just happened between us, then best believe I would, and without remorse too. A gust of cold air hit me the moment I stepped outside, but not nearly cold enough to smother the heat that kept flashing through my mind. I fought to forget it, her mouth, her sounds, the way she clung to me like she believed I meant something, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get her out of my head. Was it stupid? Yes. Was it dangerous? A hundred percent so. But did that make things any easier? Not in the slightest. A frustrated sigh slid past my lips as I took the little steps that fed me to the garage. Usually, I would have one of my dri

Noelle A little time had passed between us, but the question hung between us like smoke. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Damian’s voice wasn’t loud, but it vibrated, low, lethal, and shivering straight through me. His body had me trapped against the desk, but he wasn’t touching me. Not really, or more specifically, not yet. My body was in fire just from the close proximity between us, and even though I knew I was most likely to explode if Damian touched me, I wouldn't have wanted anything else. I tried to get a grip on myself, but the more I tried, the harder it was. Damian wasn't too close, but he was close enough that the heat from him soaked through my clothes like a threat.My breath came uneven, my pulse pounding so hard it felt like my heartbeat was echoing off the office walls.“You don’t get to speak to me like that,” I whispered, even though my voice sounded thin, betraying everything I didn’t want him to see.“Oh, I do.” His eyes narrowed, locking onto mine. “See

Damian I didn’t stop walking until I was outside.The door to her office had barely finished reverberating from the slam before my body was already moving, muscle memory carrying me away like I hadn’t just detonated something behind me.The hallway felt too bright, too quiet and I hated it. Every single second of it. It didn't help that the employees around me were either whispering or oogling, but I didn't care about any of those. If I had my way, then best believe I would have at least snapped someone's neck, before forcing the others to scamper away. It wasn't news that I pulled both genders by being incredibly handsome and dangerously handsome, but for the life of me, I couldn't care about any of those things right now. My jaw ached from how tightly I’d been clenching it, and my hands curled into fists at my sides as I stalked toward the elevator. When the doors slid shut, sealing me inside, the silence finally hit.Hard.I leaned back against the mirrored wall, dragging

Noelle I walked until my feet hurt and my thoughts got louder. One would at least that my mind would have cleared up a bit, even if it was a tiny bit, but I was wrong. Very very wrong. The city lights blurred past me as I moved without direction, my phone buzzing in my hand every few minutes like it was alive, like it knew I was unraveling. My chest still burned from Evan’s words, from the way he’d looked at me like I was something he could own if he wanted badly enough.My phone vibrated again.Mom: What did you do?Mom: The board is calling. This situation is getting out of hand.Mom: You need to start thinking responsibly.I stared at the screen, my vision swimming, then locked it and shoved the phone into my bag without replying.I couldn’t go back to the office. I couldn’t go to my mother’s house. There was nowhere left that didn’t feel like judgment waiting with open arms.Which left only one place.The realization sat heavy in my chest as I hailed a ride and gave the