All Chapters of Falling for him : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chloe’s POV "Fuck...your mouth feels so good over my pussy." Yes, yes. My pussy gaped so hard for a release and I couldn't get enough. Enough of his tongue working so hard on it. My toes curled and almost drove me insane and I felt the cramp at the deepest part of my stomach. I just want to come. I just want to find this release. I tried so hard to push his head away because the pleasure was too much to bear. Pulling my lower lip in between my teeth, I cursed under my breath. "I love you...yes....oh fuck! Your tongue feels so good... I am coming!" I moaned out so loud that I kept seeing different starts. When I was about to come, I sprang out of my deep slumber. My chest heaving so bad. I stretched over the nightstand and switched on the lamp. Everywhere became so bright, and when I was about to stand on my feet, I noticed that it felt like I was glued. I felt that strong, weird movement on my pussy again. It felt like I was still in the wet dream. It got intense, and I shifted

Chloe’s POVI woke up to silence.Not the calm kind. The heavy kind that pressed against my chest and made it hard to breathe. The bed was too wide, the room too neat. The sheets still carried Drake’s scent, expensive soap mixed with something darker that refused to leave my skin.He was not here.I sat up slowly and pulled the sheet around my body. Morning light slipped through the tall curtains, pale and careful, as if it did not want to disturb me. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. Then the memory returned.The safe house.I stood and stepped onto the cold floor. Everything in this room was perfect. Too perfect. The furniture was untouched. The carpet was spotless. Nothing here carried a past.Except me.I walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside slightly. Outside, the compound looked quiet and controlled. Two men stood near the gate, talking in low voices. When I moved, they stopped.They did not look straight at me, but I knew they saw me.I let the curtain fall.

Chloe’s POVIt was past midnight when I felt it.Not a sound. Not footsteps. Just a shift in the air.I opened my eyes slowly, my body already reacting before my mind caught up. The room was dim, lit only by the soft lamp near the bed. Then I saw him.Drake.He stood near the door, jacket off, shirt slightly undone, his presence filling the room like a storm that had been waiting all night to break.“You are awake,” he said quietly.“I am now,” I replied, pushing myself up on the bed.He walked closer, slow and deliberate, his eyes fixed on me. There was something heavy in his gaze tonight. Not hunger alone. Something darker. Something tighter.“You did not sleep,” I said.“I did not come to sleep,” he replied.My breath caught.He stopped at the side of the bed and looked down at me. “You look restless.”“I am,” I said honestly.He reached out and brushed his fingers along my cheek. “I have been watching the cameras.”I stiffened slightly. “You watch me sleep?”“Sometimes,” he said.

Chloe’s POVI woke up with a heavy feeling in my chest.It was not pain. It was not illness. It was the kind of tightness that came from knowing something was wrong before you had proof. I lay still in bed for several minutes, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the house.Footsteps moved down the hallway at the same time they always did. A door opened softly. Somewhere downstairs, plates clinked. The routine had not changed, yet my body refused to relax.I got out of bed and walked to the window.Two guards stood near the gate. Another walked slowly along the fence line. One stood closer to the garden, his back straight, his eyes scanning the surroundings.Nothing looked unusual.Still, my hands trembled slightly as I pulled the curtain back into place.I dressed without caring much about how I looked and went downstairs. Mrs. Grace was already there, arranging flowers in a vase. She looked up when she saw me.“You are awake early,” she said.“I could not sleep,” I rep

Chloe’s POVDrake returned late that night.I was in the bedroom, sitting at the edge of the bed, fully dressed. I had not turned the lights off. I did not want softness. I wanted clarity.He walked in without knocking. “You are awake,” he said.“I was waiting,” I replied.He closed the door behind him. “For what?”“For answers,” I said. “And for myself.”His jaw tightened. “This again.”“Yes,” I said firmly. “This again.”He took off his jacket slowly and placed it on the chair. His movements were controlled. Too controlled. “You already know why things are tight,” he said. “We discussed this.”“We discussed what you decided,” I replied. “Not what I agreed to.” He looked at me carefully. “What do you want, Chloe?”“I want limited independence,” I said. “I want to be able to step outside. I want to move within reason. I want to breathe without asking permission.”“That is not possible right now,” he said.“It has to be,” I replied. “Because I am starting to disappear in here.”His eye