Todos los capítulos de STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

CINNAMON Pleasure felt too small a word for what was happening to my body. “Yes,” Dante breathed, and the sound of his voice seemed to undo something in him. His knee nudged my thighs apart, creating space for his hand to slip between them. His fingertips traced through the wetness there, teasing my clit with maddening circles before two fingers pushed inside. A gasp tore out of me. He thrust deeper, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit in a rhythm that made my vision blur. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. My moans were lost in his mouth as he kissed me again, swallowing every sound I made. Every touch set my skin ablaze. Tension coiled low in my belly, winding tighter with each stroke of his fingers. The heat between us felt thick, almost suffocating, but the breathlessness only sharpened the pleasure. “No more teasing,” I begged as his mouth moved to my other breast, his tongue circling my nipple. Each thrust of his fingers promised more, made me ac

DANTEMarcus. Here. In this house.I wanted to shut the door and lock it, keeping him on the other side where he belonged. Out of my sight. Out of Cinnamon’s life. Out of the fragile peace we’d built."It's freezing out here." Mrs. Hartley rubbed her arms, breath clouding in the December air. "Can we come in?"My throat tightened. No. That's what I wanted to say. No, you can't bring him into this home. But Mrs. Hartley's expectant smile, the cold biting at them and the fact that this wasn’t my house stopped me."Of course."I stepped aside, holding the door wide.Mrs. Hartley swept in first, already chattering about the dish she'd brought. Marcus followed, those calculating eyes sliding over me.I locked the door behind them, balancing the pot in one hand, trying to wrestle my expression into a neutral polite smile.By the time we reached the dining room, Marcus had already positioned himself beside Cinnamon. Left side. Both sides should’ve been mine.Her eyes locked onto mine the sec

CINNAMONWhy life? Why me?I wasn’t asking for perfection. I wasn’t even asking for easy. Just one moment, one single moment, where I could breathe without the world collapsing around me.But here I was. Marcus circling like a vulture, waiting for his moment to destroy what Dante and I had managed to build up until this point. And Mom, God, Mom, was worse. So much worse.Merry freaking Christmas.I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to stop the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. Think, Cinnamon. Think. I needed to get her to Alabama, to the hospital where they knew her case. But how? The blizzard had started six hours ago, and the roads were buried under snow that kept falling like the sky was angry.And Dante had left. Just walked out into that storm without a word about where he was going or when he’d be back. As always. Well, he owed me nothing, even if he’d seen the situation.“Cinnamon, you need to calm down.” Risa’s voice crackled through my phone speaker. I had her on video

DANTEI loosened my tie for the third time in ten minutes. Then tightened it again. The silk felt constricting around my throat.Four hours. She'd been upstairs for four hours.The meetings had wrapped up an hour ago. I'd showered, changed, checked my phone forty times. Still no word that she was ready.Not that I'd go up there and rush her. That would make me look desperate. Anxious. Like I cared more than I should."I have never seen you this way."Tate's voice came from the sofa where he sprawled with a glass of wine, looking entirely too amused.I ignored him. Kept my eyes on the window, watching snow fall over the city lights."Dante." His tone became teasing. "You know engaging with me might make time pass faster."Still, I said nothing. If I gave him an inch, he'd take the entire conversation and run it into the ground. He'd been at it for hours, reminding me this was strictly business, that I should end things after tonight now that the deal was sealed, that catching feelings

CINNAMON"Beautiful, wake up."Featherlight kisses peppered the crown of my head, pulling me from sleep. "We're home."I blinked against the haze, straightening in my seat. Oh God. I'd been sleeping against Dante's shoulder. My hand flew to my mouth, wiping away any potential drool, then frantically checking his jacket for evidence of my unconscious crimes.Heat crawled up my neck as I tucked hair behind my ear. "Please tell me I wasn't snoring."Dante wasn't amused at my joke. His eyes held something different, an intensity that made my pulse skip."Is something wrong?" I kept my voice soft."No, Cinnamon." The words came out rough. "Everything is right."I looked to the front seat and found it empty. We were alone in the car.He leaned in, capturing my mouth Leaving me thoughtless. His lips moved over mine with purpose, teeth grazing my lower lip until I opened for him. His tongue swept inside, claiming, exploring, while his hand found my breast, squeezing through the fabric before