All Chapters of Loathe by the Billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kayla “Nothing important. Just tired,” I replied, twirling pasta around my fork. “This smells amazing.” I took a bite, and the rich, savory flavor made me moan. “Perfect.”Damien leaned against the counter, watching me with a heavy, dark intensity. His eyes tracked every move of my lips, making me feel a flush that had nothing to do with the food.“What?” I asked, dabbing my mouth.“Just admiring my wife,” he said. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated right through me.“While she inhales pasta like a cavewoman?”“Precisely that.”I finished eating while he watched me like I was the main course. When I was done, he cleared the plate, his large hands moving with surprising grace.“So,” I said, stifling a yawn, “back to work tomorrow?”Damien nodded. “Unfortunately. I’ve got fifteen meetings postponed because of the honeymoon.” He grimaced. “The Jameson account needs me, and the board meeting is Friday.”“Wow, sounds like a full calendar,” I said, watching him. “Almost like you regr

KaylaThe car left the main road and entered a long private drive lined with trimmed hedges, fountains, and perfectly cut grass. Hidden cameras followed us as huge black gates slowly opened ahead.Damien rested one hand on the steering wheel of the Maserati. “Welcome home.”I stared through the windshield in complete shock as the Blackwood estate finally appeared.The place was enormous. Calling it a mansion didn’t even feel right. It looked more like a luxury resort mixed with a palace, stretching across acres of land with huge glass windows, stone walls, and balconies overlooking the property. It was so much different seeing this place in the daylight. “Oh my God,” I whispered. “People seriously live like this?”Damien glanced at me. “You do now.”I looked back at the house, still trying to process it. “How big is this place exactly?”He pulled into the circular driveway in front of the entrance. “Twenty-two bedrooms. Seventeen bathrooms. Indoor and outdoor pools. Sauna. Theater. G

KaylaI followed Damien deeper into the estate, still trying to process everything I’d seen since we arrived. Nothing about the place felt like a home yet—it felt like stepping into a different world without a map or instructions.When he pushed open another wide set of doors and stepped aside for me, I walked in… then stopped so abruptly I nearly bumped into him.The garage wasn’t a garage. It was a private showroom.Luxury cars stretched under bright ceiling lights, each one so spotless it looked untouched by time. The air even smelled different—clean leather, fresh wax, and something expensive I couldn’t quite name.“Damien,” I said slowly, turning in place as my eyes tried to keep up, “this is not a garage. This is a billionaire flex in physical form.”He leaned casually against the frame, clearly enjoying my reaction. “I prefer ‘modest collection,’ but I’ll allow your interpretation.”“Modest?” I gestured around. “There are apartments smaller than the space between two of these c

KaylaI arched my back as his thumb worked my clit with a steady, maddening rhythm, his fingers already deep inside me. "Damien, right there.""You like that?" he murmured, his voice vibrating against my skin. "Feeling me take up all that space?""Yes," I breathed, rocking my hips against his hand. "But I’m tired of waiting.""Greedy," he chuckled, though his eyes were dark with the same hunger. "You always want the finish line before we’ve even started the race.""Can you blame me?" I reached behind me, my hand closing around his thick, pulsing length under the warm water. I heard him suck in a sharp breath as I began to stroke him. "When you're keeping this from me?""Fuck, Kayla," he groaned, his forehead dropping against my shoulder. "Keep that up and we aren't leaving this tub.""Then don't leave it," I challenged. I turned around, water splashing over the sides as I faced him. I climbed onto his lap, the head of his cock grazing my entrance. "Why wait for the bed?"His hands gri

Kayla"Umm, I'm going on a run?" I blurted out, my voice hitching slightly.Damien let out a short, skeptical laugh. "What? A run? Since when do you exercise, Kayla?""Well, since I realized I have a private chef," I said, trying to force a laugh that sounded way too nervous. "Can't have your wife getting fat, can you?"Damien raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. He knew something was off—he always did—but he didn't push it. "If you say so."I hurried upstairs and grabbed a matching set I'd seen earlier. Alo, of course. Damien’s handiwork again. I pulled on a pair of New Balance trainers—which, honestly, felt like walking on clouds—and headed out.The jog to the gate was longer than I anticipated. By the time the massive iron bars came into view, my lungs were burning and I was gasping for air. I stopped, leaning over with my hands on my knees. "Come on, Kayla," I wheezed to myself. "You can’t be this lazy."Suddenly, the intercom screen at the gate lit up, and Dami