All Chapters of Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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He was sweeping me off my feet and he wasn't even in the room

One of his hands left the armrest and slid up, fingers threading into my hair at the nape of my neck. He tugged, his fingers sharp and possessive as he tilted my head back so I had to look up at him.If I was holding my breath before, fuck knew what I was doing now. At this rate, I was going to pass out from oxygen deprivation. Caleb saw me struggle. Hyperventilate. A sinister smirk took over his handsome face. Fuck, he was gorgeous up close, wasn't he? "Mr. Wentworth, I swear, it's not what you think. Please don't fire me," Pearl whimpered. "It won't happen again. Please, I need this job."Did I though? Something strikingly like defiance was simmering just beneath the surface, curling up in my tummy, like a bomb waiting to explode. “Well now, all that depends on you, Pearl. You liked your boss watching you. The show was just for me, wasn't it, you little cocktease? You were in here, playing hard to get earlier. No matter. I hear you loud and clear, baby. You came harder because I w

I just want my fucking husband

"Really? More power to you. I know a manwhore when I see one. Speaking of—" Caleb continued to prattle on lazily, his minimal energy wreaking of the relationship I just exited. Just like that, I knew exactly what I wanted in a man. The exact opposite of Jason and Caleb. But was that the man who would be fucking me tonight?"Derek isn't a rebound fuck," I hissed, my tone fierce and sincere. "Now fucking let go," I barked up at him. He wasn't, was he? What was Derek then, Pearl? Stop fucking catching feelings, damn you. A small smile threatened to break through on my face as Caleb nonchalantly let go and backed away slowly. Fucking stupid yearning heart, wishing Derek were here. “Okay. Chill. Good for you, I guess. I still want my shot though. I can't help it, Pearl. You're so fucking gorgeous. Forget the new guy for one night and come out with me. Come on Pearly. One date. Just one lay," Caleb all but begged, with puppy dog eyes. The distance between us comforted me, but I still

Step outside for daddy, would you angel?

For the first time, this fact didn't make me feel like a cheater or a horrible person. It felt right. Good. Comforting. "YOU married Derek Nelson, the billionaire heavyweight champion boxer?" Caleb asked, gawking at me. When I nodded, he laughed in my face. "Oh baby, come now. He is way out of your league. Why the fuck would he marry you? No offense, Plush Pearly, but you're… an acquired taste," Caleb said with a sneer, his words turning nasty. I felt tears pricking at my eyes, but fuck this asshole. It wasn't happening. He wasn't seeing me cry. "Even if it is a lie, I respect myself too much to fuck the likes of you. You'll be hearing from my lawyer, Mr. Wentworth. I'm fucking suing your ass for sexual harassment," I told him, not missing a beat as I rose on shaky legs. I didn't need him to believe me. What the world thought didn't matter. I was the issue. Honestly, I fucking didn't know why Derek wanted me either, but hell, apparently I wanted him. Not Jason. Certainly

How could my dead heart not resume beating for her?

Derek's POV The punch landed with a sickening crack. Bone gave way under my knuckles like dry wood. Caleb's head snapped back, eyes rolling to white before his body folded in on itself, hitting the floor in a boneless heap. For just a moment, I was back in the ring, trying to talk myself down from killing my opponent. It was my first fight after my sister died. I had a kid I didn't want waiting on me at home, and a giant hole in my chest where my heart used to be. Sanders was the heavyweight champion at the time, but his rhythm and punches were no match for my grief. The odds were ten to one, in his favor. I won anyway. Became a rich man too late anyway. Too late to save her. Blood trickled from the split at the corner of Caleb's mouth, staining the collar of his overpriced shirt. I didn't feel the hit in my hand. I felt it in my chest. Raw, roaring fury that had been building since the second Pearl's voice cracked on the phone earlier, begging me not to make her do this. Sin

Something that looked dangerously like love

I moved without thought, stepping away from Caleb so I could give her my undivided attention. My hands found her waist, gently settling on her hips, ignoring the blood on my knuckles. I backed her up slowly, away from Caleb until her ass met the edge of the desk. Our eyes locked. I saw my whole future in her. Kids. Someone to wake up to every morning. Kiss when I got home from work. Spoil with vacations, jewellery, clothes, my time and attention. Anything she wanted. Did she see the same thing when she looked at me? She gasped softly as her ass hit wood, her hands finding my shoulders to steady herself. I loomed over her, caging her in cautiously, voice low and wrecked. "I am a killer. My sister died because of me," I told her, suddenly wanting her to know everything and nothing about me at the same time. How I wished I could take back the brute I had been to her. Envy got the better of me when we met again and all she could talk about was Jason. At the time, I told myself I

My frustrating yearning for my husband

The rage from seeing that sleazeball Caleb with his hands on her hadn't fully ebbed. It simmered like a live wire under my skin, but her touch, her tears, they grounded me. Kept me from turning back and finishing what I'd started with that worthless prick on the floor. She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes wide and glistening, those long lashes still wet with the promise of more tears. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, her full breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. Nipples already pebbled and visible through the material. Fuck, she was beautiful when I had her in this state. Raw, vulnerable, real, mine. But there was something else in her gaze, a mix of fear and desire that twisted my gut. She bit her lower lip, that plump, pink flesh I'd kissed a hundred times in my dreams since Vegas, and nodded slowly. "Yes," she admitted, her voice a shaky whisper that hit me like a gut punch. "That's true." Her hands trembled as they slid

Daddy doesn't do feelings, much less love

All thoughts of Caleb left my mind. She was too good for a man like me. I chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling from my chest as I unbuckled my belt with one hand, the other still gripping her hip. The zipper came down next, the sound loud in the quiet office. "What's funny?" she asked miserably with a pout, but her eyes burned with desire. "Not funny. At all. It's just, I'm no better Pearl," I admitted, my voice rough with need and self loathing. "All I want to do is fuck you too." I freed my cock, already hard and throbbing, the thick shaft flushed dark, the swollen head glistening with pre-cum that dripped in a slow string. It slapped heavily against her thigh, leaving a wet smear behind. She gasped, her eyes dropping to it with raw hunger, watching the dollop of pre cum well up at the slit and slide down the underside. I met her gaze, unable to stop the words I knew I might regret later. "Are you still willing to be with me, knowing I'm the same as Caleb? A manwhore who

Did my wife think I was mad at her while she was cuming on my dick?

My thrusts picked up speed, rough and brutal, our bodies slapping together with lewd, wet smacks as I groped her ass. I clung to her cheeks to drive even deeper into her, feeling the head of my cock wreck her pussy with every plunge. "Pearl," I moaned her name, kissing her lips frantically, my tongue battling with hers, hands tearing at her suit without care. Fabric ripped as I tore open her blouse to expose her lacy bra. "Fuck, Derek I need to leave here in one piece. I loved this suit. Don't ruin it," she moaned back, her disapproval turning to bliss when my palms cupped her heavy tits. "I'll buy you a thousand more, just like it. Let daddy shred this one," I all but begged. She moaned louder into my mouth, her nails raking down my back through my shirt. "Devil, more. I fantasized about you fucking me in front of Caleb, like you said you would on the phone," she admitted, then gasped, as caught off guard as I was by this admission. I chuckled, the sound dark and poss

Like I could love only you

We groped and kissed every inch of each other that we could reach. She rewarded my wandering hands by moaning my name in my ear. Her voice was breathy and aroused, as her hands slid up under my shirt, onto my naked back. I shivered under her touch, returning the favor. Her cunt clenched hard around me in response. She took one more thrust before cuming on my dick a second time. She giggled through her tears, her breaths fast and ragged. "You can say I'm your whore all you want, but men don't love and care for whores, Derek. I would know." Her voice softened, vulnerable and melancholic once more. "I felt more like a whore being hit on by Caleb and dating Jason than I ever have with you, and they never even fucked me." The words cost us both. Her raw admission did it for me. I yelled, "That's because daddy loves his whore. No one else can love you quite like daddy, baby." My tongue invaded her mouth again, sloppy kisses following as I thrust deep into her, our bodies slick wi

Strangers who fucked once

Pearl's POV"You're my wife," Derek whispered against my hair, his voice a low, gravel rough caress that vibrated straight into my bones. "I think I just let that sink in. It feels great to be your husband, Mrs. Derek Nelson," he continued with a sigh, his arms locked around me like iron bands forged in fire. What if I felt the same way, Derek? This was utter madness. A week ago we were strangers who fucked once. Yet, when he looked down at me, straight into my soul, I wanted to melt into a puddle of lovesick goo. I shivered, cuming on his dick again, my pussy contracting lightly on his softening cock. My heart was in my throat. He had one hand splayed wide and claiming across the small of my back, the other cradling the nape of my neck as if I were something infinitely fragile and precious. We were still locked together on Caleb's desk, his body a heavy, scorching shield over mine, the wood warm and wet against my bare thighs. His heartbeat thundered against my chest in perfect,

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