All Chapters of The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~ Lucien:‘You’d be amazed at the result.’I reread the text slowly, my thumb hovering over the screen. I imagined her saying it aloud. The pause before it. The faint curve of her mouth, like she knew something I didn’t.The confidence of it. The defiance.My lips curved.She had no idea how close she was to being right — or how much I intended to test that certainty.I locked the phone and set it aside.The glow of my laptop drew my attention next, harsh against the dim cabin. For a moment, the numbers on the screen blurred before snapping back into focus, irritation settling low in my chest.The deal I’d spent weeks shaping, positioning — gone the moment I left London.Lucas had done what he did best. He’d swooped in with the same familiar audacity he always relied on.I wasn’t surprised. I never was. He was predictable. Shameless. And this time, I was almost impressed by the sheer consistency with which he borrowed in my shadow.If only he applied that same dedication to something

Later, the next day…The room was alive as more of the guests filtered in. Business partners. Investors. People I could tolerate for a few hours if it meant keeping them pleased. Laughter rose over soft music, crystal catching light at every angle. Precision disguised as indulgence.The night was unfolding exactly how it had been designed to.Marla had outdone herself, as usual. Without her sense of order, it would’ve collapsed into chaos.And of course, Scarlett.My gaze slid from the man before me, darting towards the entrance across the room, pausing when my eyes caught a glass lifted at me by the bar.Ceric Montgomery. Tall, clad in a tailored navy suit, greying without apology — still sharp for his age, with two assistants flanking him like silent footnotes.I’d welcomed him minutes ago when he arrived.My lips curved smoothly as I raised my glass in return.Marla said he had been more than ecstatic to accept the invite. A very rare gesture from him knowing how uncouth he was.Al

The night winding down should’ve brought relief. It didn’t.Too much was brewing beneath the mask of a perfect smile. My jaw ached from holding it in place. The low, continuous hum between my thighs had me shifting subtly in my heels, my body wound too tight to be comfortable.Every nerve was lit up. Fine hairs prickled along my skin. My nipples tightened, brushing insistently against the silk of my dress. The slick heat between my thighs, trailing down my legs.The dress’s length was the only thing saving me.I stood by the exit, managing polite goodbyes as guests filtered out. Soft music hummed beneath overlapping conversations, the night dissolving exactly as it should.Perfect.Except my gaze kept sweeping the room, restless, searching for Lucien. Earlier, I’d heard Clayton mention he’d stepped out with a few partners for private discussions.The bastard had left without doing a damn thing about the vibrator. He’d left me hanging, on the edge, like he knew I wouldn’t dare take it

I didn’t hesitate.My hand tugged clumsily at the halter neckline of the dress, pulling it over my head. That was all it took for the gown to slide down my chest, gathering around my waist. My breasts spilled free, nipples hardened into tiny points.Still on my knees, I shrugged out of the silk, and every inch of me was bare for him to watch.Lucien’s stormy gray eyes fixed on me as I leaned forward, palms touching the cold surface of the marbled floor as I began crawling towards him. The distance between us was barely three feet but it took me longer to get to him. I was a wreck, my limbs were trembling in time with the steady pulse between my thighs.I stopped in front of him, hands on my knees — from the memory of last time — eyes glued to his impressive length, the veins, and the way it twitched. I swallowed.He grabbed a fistful of my hair, lifting my head to meet his gaze.“You followed instructions this time. That’s progress.” He said, eyes dark. “Go on, show me what you’ve bee

I woke too fast, sore all over, heart pounding, every nerve still humming from the night’s aftermath.My lashes fluttered open to sunlight pouring over my face through the tall windows across the room. I was in bed, the sheets tangled around me, my body sticky with sweat and something else.I turned my head and looked around for a long moment before it registered that I was at Lucien’s place — above some bar downtown, I believe.I recalled the torturous elevator ride up and heat crept up my cheek for the millionth time that morning. As far as I know, I’d been a flustered, blushing mess since past midnight.It had been a long night. Lucien had… done exactly what he promised. Fucked the living daylights out of me. He’d taken me over and over, leaving me utterly undone. It was a miracle I didn’t pass out. Maybe I did. I don’t recall.I pushed up on my elbow and winced. Every muscle in my body protested against the movement, a sweet, deep ache settling everywhere at once.Fuck.I threw my