All Chapters of Loathe by the Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kayla Damien’s thumb hooked over my swollen clit, rubbing in heavy, relentless circles. I felt the air leave my lungs; I almost fainted from the sheer sensory overload. My body was a live wire, and every touch sent a jolt of white-hot electricity straight to my core.I tried to squirm away, my hips bucking as I attempted to find some relief from the mounting pressure, but his grip on my thighs was like iron."No," he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that made my stomach flip. "Don’t run from it, Kayla. You stay right here and take every bit of this. Running will only make the ache worse for you."He didn't wait for me to settle. He dipped his head again, his mouth latching onto me with a force that made my vision blur. He sucked on my clit, his tongue flickering in a tight, punishing rhythm. I was instantly transported to another dimension—one where nothing existed except the heat of his mouth and the pulsing tension between my legs.Goosebumps exploded across my skin, a c

Damien There was a spread with fresh fruit, cod, and more coffee on the balcony table. The ocean breeze was warm and comforting. "So," Kayla said, poking at a piece of pineapple. "How long do you think we’ll last before one of us 'accidentally' pushes the other off a yacht? Is that in the contract, or do we wait for the one-year mark?"I leaned back, enjoying the view of the water—and her. "I give it six months before you realize you can’t live without my charming personality. By month eight, you’ll be the one insisting on the matching silk pajamas and the golden retriever.""Matching pajamas?" She scoffed, pointing her fork at me. "In your dreams, Blackwood. Our marriage is going to be a series of very expensive arguments punctuated by me spending your money on things you hate. I’m thinking about a giant velvet portrait of myself for the foyer.""If it's the one of you tripping over the blanket this morning, I'll pay for the frame myself," I countered. She narrowed her eyes, but a

Sadie I was bouncing and grinding on him, the friction of his cock against my walls the only thing keeping me grounded. I worked my hips in a hard, punishing pace, feeling his hands squeeze my breasts with a possessive grip. I tried to look anywhere else-the ceiling, the wall, the rumpled sheets-but every time I averted my eyes, he'd reach up and force my head back."Look at me, Sadie," he'd mutter.It irritated me gravely. I hated being told what to do, especially by someone who was nothing more than a temporary distraction. I wasn't even getting off on the sex itself; it was just a physical release for the absolute rage boiling in my blood.I was seething. I could still see Damien's smug face and that little pet whore of his. The way grandfather had me thrown out during dinner... it was a humiliation I couldn't swallow. I had to find a way to make the score even. Every downward thrust was like I was striking against them.I rode my boy toy until I hit a climax. The moment the pul

Kayla I took the blanket off my face and watched him. He was staring at me from just inches away, his eyes dark and focused. Damien looked like a love-struck puppy, but there was something predatory underneath it. Maybe this was his move—his "MO." He was trying to seduce me, and truthfully, it was working. I was so irritated by the goosebumps that spread throughout my skin just by watching this handsome devil stare into my soul.I quickly covered my face with the blanket again, my heart hammering against my ribs. I felt the mattress dip as the bed reduced by a couple of inches; he was sliding in with me. Before I knew what was happening, Damien’s hand reached out. He grabbed my cheek softly, his thumb tracing my jawline, and pulled my mouth toward his."Morning breath," I tried to protest, my voice muffled. I pushed at his chest, but it was useless—he was basically a wall of muscle and flesh. He didn't budge. The truth was, I didn't want him to. I gave in, closing my eyes and kiss

KaylaWhen we were done, I mean finally done, Damien literally carried me into the shower. The steam was thick enough to choke on, but Damien didn’t seem to notice. He had me pressed gently against the cool tile. The spray of the water was hitting his back while he focused entirely on me. He washed my body meticulously. He took the sponge, lathering it until it was a cloud of white foam, and began at my shoulders. He moved in slow, heavy circles, his hand was so much larger than my frame as he buffed the salt and sand from my skin. He didn't miss a single spot—the curve of my neck, the sensitive skin under my arms, the arch of my feet. It felt like he was worshiping me, one inch at a time.I reached out, my fingers fumbling for the soap. "My turn," I murmured, my voice still a bit breathless. "Let me do it back to you, Damien."He caught my wrists mid-air. His grip was firm but careful. He shook his head and a stray droplet of water flew from his dark hair."No," he said. His voic