Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Teresa's POV I sat curled up on the far end of the couch, my legs tucked under me, while I tried to pretend that the flickering movie Mariana had picked was actually holding my attention. It wasn’t, not even close. My mind was not on the or on anything else. It was on Mark and had replayed the kiss at least twenty-seven times, and that was only in the last hour. Every brush of his lips, every shuddering breath, every raw, desperate whisper. It was a loop I couldn't escape, both intoxicating and terrifying.Then his cold gaze and indifferent eyes. He was disappointed that I didn't wear red and I could not handle it. Handle that he would have given up on me like that and what about his know of my secret. Would he use that against me now that I didn't comply with his wishes. Would he firee or use the fact that my underwear was locked in his drawer against me. My mind was spinning in a thousand ways as multiple scenarios flashes through my mind and none of them was nice, at all.Mariana

Teresa's POV I tried to keep my face neutral, forcing my features into an unreadable mask, like the red dress wasn't hugging every part of me that ached for his attention, for just one sustained glance. Like I hadn’t stood in front of my mirror shaking while Mariana zipped me up, half convinced I was making the biggest mistake of my life.Maybe I had misunderstood everything. Maybe I was just a naive fool, projecting my own desperate desires onto a man who felt nothing.And yet I felt his eyes flicker back to me. Just for a second, a quick, almost imperceptible shift of his gaze.I breathed quietly, taking in a small, controlled exhale, smoothed the skirt of my dress over my trembling thighs, and forced myself not to cry before the gala even started.Let the evening begin.**************The gala was draped in silver and velvet, the chandeliers above glittering like stars caught mid-breath. I stood slightly behind Mark, my hand curled loosely around my clutch, my lips painted the sam

Teresa's POV Sunlight filtered in gently, threading across the dark, unfamiliar room and falling on my face. My body felt sore, my head heavy with cotton. My eyelids fluttered open, blinking groggily against the unfamiliar light, only for me to realize that I was not in my apartment. The bed beneath me was firmer, the linen smelled faintly of cedar and something unmistakenly masculine something that made my heart thud with a sudden, alarming rhythm.Mark.I sat up too quickly, a jolt of alarm shooting through me making me dizzy for a few seconds. The oversized white shirt I was wearing slid off one shoulder, exposing skin that prickled with goosebumps. I looked at the obvious male shirt and the dread I felt in my stomach practically doubled. I was wearing his shirt. I felt a wave of cold breeze down there. I checked and found out that I had to underwear on. The situation was getting stranger and I was getting more anxious. My eyes darted around the room, modern, minimal, with sharp

Teresa's POV.I said nothing, my throat tight, unable to form words.“You don’t trust me yet.” His tone was unreadable, devoid of emotion, a cool assessment.I licked my lips, the dryness persistent. “I... don’t know what this is.”“This is a test,” he said simply, his voice matter-of-fact, as if he were discussing the weather. “To see if you should really be mine.”The word mine echoed in the vast room, a potent, possessive claim that reverberated through me like a hand pressed to my spine, sending a jolt of something akin to fear, and something else, a strange, thrilling heat straight to my core. The air thickened, charged with the unspoken implications.Then came the silence again. He let it sit between us, heavy and oppressive, until it wrapped around my ribs like a cage, tightening, constricting my breath.“Take off the shirt.”I stiffened, a gasp caught in my throat. “What?” The word was a strangled whisper.“You heard me.” His voice was an unyielding steel.I hesitated, my min

WARNING EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD.Teresa's POV.He found his way back to my mouth as he devoured my lips.His mouth tasted like heat and fury.Mark kissed me like I was his salvation and his ruin wrapped into one body. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make me gasp, and in that second, he devoured the sound. We tumble down to the bed, our bodies heating up with desire. I dug my fingers into his hair as he swallowed my breath.He went off me and took off my nightwear revealing my entire body. "Oh princess, you look so heavenly." My entire face flushed red at the compliment.Mark smirked and parted my thighs to reveal my very soaked panties. He teases my vagina lips through the panties before he ripped them off me like he was tearing paper. I gasped and was about to complain when he lowered himself and began to lick my vagina with his tongue. I moaned at the foreign yet pleasurable feeling. Mark pushed a finger into my hole, fingering me while he sucked my clitori