Todos os capítulos de Burning Desires (An Open Marriage With The Billionaire): Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

SOPHIA LANCASTER The drive back to the villa was a blur and a torture, I could feel Ethan's heat radiating from the driver's seat, it seemed to suck the air right out of the car. My body was humming, vibrating with a need so sharp it felt like pain.When the tires finally crunched onto the gravel of the driveway, the car hadn't even fully stopped before I was unbuckling my seatbelt. Ethan killed the engine, and the sudden silence was deafening with intent.He didn't say a word. He just got out, stormed around the hood, and ripped my door open. He grabbed my wrist, his grip tight, and hauled me out of the low seat. I stumbled against him, my chest colliding with his hard wall of a chest, but he didn't steady me. He just turned and dragged me toward the front door."Inside," he growled.We practically fell into the foyer. He kicked the door shut behind us, the slam echoing through the empty house, I didn't wait for him to initiate, I didn't wait for permission. The beast inside me, the

SOPHIA LANCASTER The dress lay on the bed, it was a custom piece Ethan had somehow procured in under three hours. It had long sleeves and a high neck, deceptively modest from the front, but the back went dangerously low, ending just above the curve of my waist. A slit ran up the left thigh, high enough to be scandalous if I took a stride that was too wide.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing the fabric over my hips. "Turn around," Ethan's voice came from the doorway.I turned slowly. He was leaning against the doorframe, already dressed in a tuxedo that fit him, he looked devastatingly dark, elegant, and utterly dangerous. His eyes raked over my exposed back."Perfect," he murmured, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward me. He stopped inches away, his hands hovering over my waist but not touching. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "But there is one thing missing.""Missing?" I frowned, looking at my reflection. "I have the earrings, the clutch...""Tak

SOPHIA LANCASTER The car ran over the Napa roads tearing me apart from the inside out, I couldn't sit still.I shifted in the leather seat, crossing and uncrossing my legs, but every movement was a fresh form of torture. The dress slipped and slid against my skin, grazing the sensitized flesh of my inner thighs.I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the armrest until my knuckles turned white. My mind was a traitor. It kept looping the scene from the dinner table, I could feel the ghost of his hand sliding up my leg. I could hear the murmur of business talk all acting as a surreal backdrop to the illicit, devastating pleasure he had forced upon me."God," I whispered my breath fogging the glass slightly.I looked out the window at the passing street, and I thought about Daniel. I thought about the intimacy of our marriage. Daniel touched me like he was checking items off a grocery list, he never made me feel like this. He never made me feel like a wild thing, desperate to be tamed.I felt

SOPHIA LANCASTER We finally made it back home, and Daniel had being vibrating with energy. He had the Japanese partnership, the infusion of capital, and the photo op of the smiling, united power couple.I, on the other hand, felt like I was crawling out of my skin. Ethan's command still echoed in my mind, uncross them. I had spent the entire car ride home shifting in my seat, the damp heat between my legs mocking me. I was wired, hypersensitive, and physically desperate."Scotch?" Daniel asked, already walking toward the bar. He was pouring two glasses before I could answer."Water," I said, dropping my purse onto the sofa. "I have a headache.""Nonsense," Daniel said, turning around with two glasses. He walked toward me, his smile wide and arrogant. "We're celebrating. You were excellent today, Sophia. Truly." He handed me the glass. I took it just to have something to hold, something to keep my hands from shaking."I did what had to be done," I muttered, taking a sip. The alcohol b

SOPHIA LANCASTER "We have something else to do," Daniel announced, I blinked, the residual adrenaline from my digital encounter with Ethan still vibrating in my veins. My laptop was shut."Something else?" I repeated, "Daniel, the integration…""It's finished," he interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. "You said the code needed polishing it's polished. The Yamamoto team is flying out tomorrow morning."He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city. "I've booked the private dining room at Le Bernardin. Seven o'clock. I've invited the inner circle of the Board, the CFO, and the PR team for a dinner, Sophia."He turned back to me, his eyes sweeping over my form, "Go home," he instructed. "Change. The navy is... fine for the office, but tonight requires impact. Wear the red dress.""I have a few calls to make, Elena has the itinerary. I'll meet you there don't be late."He walked out without waiting for a confirmation, leaving the door open behind him. I stared a