All Chapters of Pleasure Contract: The Mother the CEO Swore to Dominate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111 — We Will Be One MoreJuliet Pierce“Ju?!” Noah called my name once more. I looked at him, but nothing came out.He took the showerhead, approached me carefully, ran the sponge over my body, and rinsed me off. He did the same for himself quickly, grabbed the towels, wrapped me in one, and took the other for himself.I left the bathroom still wrapped in the towel, my thoughts racing and my body trembling—not just from the shower or from what we had done... but from everything George still manages to awaken in me, even from a distance.Noah looked at me with concern as soon as he noticed my withdrawal. And even though he didn't say a word, his eyes spoke volumes. They said he understood me. That he wasn't angry. That he loved me.“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, it’s as if my body and my head don't talk to each other, Noah. My heart trusts you… but there are times when memory sabotages me.”He approached calmly, his gaze full of tenderness, a

Chapter 113 — Opening the Black BoxAtlas WilsonI arrived in the bedroom right in the middle of Samantha’s conversation with José, and when I understood the subject, it galled me. But I would not let anyone try to pull her away from me. Maybe she won’t like what she’s about to hear; maybe the image Sammy has of me today will be tarnished, but even so, I’m not going to give up.Samantha Jones is mine, and nothing—not my present and certainly not my past—is going to take her from me.“Atlas…” she whispered.“It looks like we’re going to have to postpone the bath and have a long talk,” I told her.“We can leave it for later, I don’t…” I approached her, stopping right in front of her.“I’m not usually a man of ‘later,’ Samantha. If we’re going to talk about this, it’s going to be now.”She nodded, taking two steps back. As soon as she reached the bed, she sat down, and I sat beside her.“What did he tell you?” I asked.“Nothing. I didn't let him speak.” She held my hand. “Whatever it is,

Chapter 115 — The After of the AfterAtlas WilsonI woke up with the morning sun seeping through the slats of the blinds, casting golden stripes across the dark wood floor of the bedroom. My body felt heavy, but not from exhaustion; it was the weight of a deep sleep, the kind that heals wounds we didn't even know we carried. It had been years since I slept like that, without dreams interrupted by ghosts of the past. I turned my head slowly and there she was, nestled against my chest, her hair spread like a waterfall across the pillow. Her lips were parted, her breathing soft and rhythmic, like a melody only I could hear.My eyes traveled over her body with a tenderness I reserved only for these moments. The faint red marks on her wrists, slight but visible, were proof of the previous night. My marks. Not of pain, but of total surrender, of absolute trust. My heart tightened in a good way, almost painfully. How did I deserve this? After everything I told her, after the black box I open

Chapter 117 — Blood of Your BloodDominic Costello“Now relax, sweetheart, because I’m going to give you the best bath of your life...” I whispered again, my voice low and husky, heavy with promise.Taylor shuddered between my legs, her body molding to mine as if we were made for each other. The warm bathwater enveloped us, the salts creating a light foam that danced across the surface, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from her.I started slowly, pouring the liquid soap onto the soft loofah, working up a creamy lather that smelled of lavender and something wilder, like pure desire. My large hands slid over her shoulders, massaging with firm pressure, feeling her tense muscles surrender to my touch. She let out a low sigh, tilting her head back, exposing her long, delicate neck. I kissed her there, just below the ear, my tongue tracing a slow line down to her collarbone.“Dominic...” she murmured, her voice trembling, but not from fear. It was excitement, pure and raw.

Chapter 119 — Do You Trust Him?Atlas WilsonI woke up apprehensive; today would be the day of David’s return after all these years. Samantha was sleeping beside me. Once again, she hadn't been feeling well, but she continues to refuse to go to the hospital. I got up and headed to the shower. As soon as I stepped out, she was already awake.“Good morning,” she said, still sleepy.I walked over to her, cupped her face between my hands, and kissed her before whispering, “Good morning, love.” Sammy smiled at me.“Why didn’t you wake me up? It’s past ten.”“You barely slept last night, and I just woke up a little while ago myself,” I replied, heading into the closet to change.When I came back, I heard her in the bathroom, and just like it had been in the early hours of the morning, there she was, throwing up... again.“Love,” I said, kneeling down beside her. “Have you thought about the possibility of being...” I paused before saying something that had been hammering in my mind all night