All Chapters of Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Right in front of me Jason and Lena were dry humping as though compelled by the all powerful billionaire. Or at least his billions. Her perfect, slim body slid over his. She kept stealing those greedy little kisses from his mouth while her hand worked his dick inside his boxers. Her moans. His grunts. Both entirely at ease. All of it chipped away at my certainty until doubt felt heavier than any truth I thought I knew. Slowly, I sank down onto the far end of the sectional couch, unable to tear my eyes away from them. My brain did a cruel thing. Taking me down memory lane. Just like that, I was seventeen again. I remembered every single time they told me they were “just hanging out. Every late night text Jason sent while I waited at home haunted me. Every smirk he used to give me when I asked where he had been mocked me. How many of those nights had he actually spent buried deep inside Lena, laughing about how pathetic I was? The thought hurt so much that my chest phy

Derek's POVComing home tonight had me buzzing with excitement and nervousness. She would say yes, wouldn't she? Was she enough my wife for the request I was going to make of her tonight? "Of course she'll say yes. She loves me," I muttered to myself, feeling like a pathetic fool for letting a twenty something year old ensnare me. Fuck. I'm married. Really married. I wanted a real go at it too. Not a fuck buddy or a live in whore. I wanted her to know I love you was more than just words to me. No matter how much attention and affection and gifts I showered her with, last night was evidence that my wife hadn't quite shaken the threesome with Jason. Or the whole be my paid whore thing. Fuck, how I wish I could go back. I would do so many things differently, angel. "Maybe tonight she will let us go back. Start fresh. Maybe—" I was mumbling to myself as I walked through the hallways of my house, headed for the dim light coming from the media room. My words and nervous joy fell aw

“Take off her dress, Jason,” I said coldly. “Evidently my whore bride wants to help us grieve tonight.”Pearl froze completely as Jason reached for her again, but her eyes locked onto mine across the room, pleading and terrified.That logical psychotic asshole she met a month ago took over. I knew Lena’s absence proved nothing at all, so I tested her, kept everything cold and clinical. I had to know once and for all if she truly wanted me or Jason. I waited with bated breath. Begged her to refuse his touch in my head. Fucking asshole. Don't do this to her. She hates it. You know she does. Icy bastard. Pearl’s voice came out tiny and broken. “Are you really going to let another man fuck me again? After promising me we could be husband and wife for real?" The question slammed into me like a physical blow. I still carried the heavy guilt of that first threesome. I should have protected her, should h

"Devil. Beast. Demon," Pearl cried even harder, tears that pleased the darkest, most possessive parts of me.Her chest heaved from heavy breaths and desperate sobs as she started riding me despite slapping my chest."Liar. Traitor. You fucking broke my trust," she hurled at me, but I was done hurting. I fucked her back, deep and brutal, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks."You're fucking me anyway, aren't you wife? Fucking good cunt," I rasped, driving up into her with every ounce of love, frustration and grief I could muster. “You’re mine to do with as I please,” I growled. “Mine alone.”She acknowledged me reluctantly, her voice breaking with every dominating thrust. “I’ll fuck your son if that’s what you want. If that’s what you need to love me. I can’t help how much I love you, Derek, but it might turn to hatred if you make me do this. I don’t think I could survive having him, having any other man inside me,

Heavy footsteps thundered up the hall.The door burst open. Still clinging to my dress, my gaze met Derek's in the mirror. For a split second, I was relieved to have my protective, possessive husband standing there, chest heaving violently. Shirt ripped half open, sweat glistening on his throat. All my doing. It used to make me proud. Then I recalled he had been about to hand me over to Jason to fuck. I really am just another whore to you, wasn't I, husband? His eyes were wild. Panic, pain, and raw possession burned in them all at once. He looked like a man who’d run through fire and would do it again. Did he think me that essential to fixing things with Jason? I gasped and spun half away, dress clamping tighter over my breasts. The instinct hit like a slap. I hadn’t hidden from him in many nights. He’d spent night after night worshipping my every curve, every stretch mark, whispering I was perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, his