All Chapters of The billionaire's exotic temptation: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Allera's POV:"I'm really sorry, Allera sweetie." Cynthia invites herself into my room the moment I push the doors open. She's frantic, pacing and sighing softly. There's something about her movements that are shaky, like a person caught in the middle of a crime. That crime being murder. "What's there to be sorry about?" I reply, turning my phone off and setting it aside. Cynthia forces a smile, but the scared look in her eyes doesn't soften. "Carter...he and his brother don't get along very well."Brother. My heart drops into my stomach again. Worse than it did when Carter walked into the villa and introduced Devon to me as his brother. Brothers. The man I thought was a stranger, the one I was well about to use in a revenge plot against my husband, is actually my brother-in-law.Fuck!Cynthia rounds on me, her eyebrows slanted into worry some lines. "Did anything happen? With Carter, I mean? You seemed very angry about something.""He left me for some friends," the words are out

Allera's POV A scream catches in my throat, one I swallow down and clamp my hand over my mouth. "Fuck!" I scream into my palm, my eyes squeezing shut. Is it possible to be this full? I fell like there's no room left inside me. A tinge of pain crawls up my spine, making me groan softly. "Tell me, Allera," Devon reachs out, one hand curling around my neck and yanking me up, my body suspended in a smooth arch. He leans down, the weight and heat of his body crushing into me. "You wanted this, didn't you?" A chuckle tumbles of my lips. Less out of mirth and more of disbelief. I struggle to wrap my head around just what I'm feeling. "Wanted what?" I shoot back, biting my lower lip. He moves, the slow roll of his hips makes me whimper, like he's giving my body time to adjust. I'm fucking grateful for that. If he started jackhammering my pussy right away, I would have slapped him. "You wanted me to fuck you. You wanted me to mark this body, make your husband see." He growle

Allera’s POV Devon’s gaze cuts to my lips. His eyes are so intense I feel like he’s kissing me. “If I win, I get to taste your lips.” His eyes flicker up to mine. His grip on my chin moves to the side of my face. “If you win, I’m yours. Mind, body and soul.”“That seems incredibly unfair to you,” I breathe, fighting to urge to lean into his warmth. “I’m giving you a fighting chance, pretty.” His thumb presses into my lips. “I’m also giving you a chance to put those lovely legs of yours to good use, and run.”“Why would I do that?”“Because,” he presses harder, pulling my lip down and watching it bounce back. “I don’t do gentle, Pretty. I don’t make love. I’m not that kind of man. I won’t give you handwritten letters and serenade you in the rain.”I swallow, my lips parted as I pant softly. “I don’t…I don’t want that,”“Good. I’m going to break you. Put you back together all brand new, all mine. Every inch of you.”And just because my mouth has no fucking censor, it goes “what about

Allera’s POV“You fucked your brother-in-law?” Daphne gasps, covering her mouth in mock surprise. I stare blankly at her. “You’re watching too much dramas.”She sighs , rolling her eyes. “Seriously. You’re too stuck up. Loosen up a little, sheesh. I was only playing with you!”My left eye twitches. Again, I want to slam my fist into her face. “You’re a fucking clown. Keep your lame ass jokes to yourself.”“Fine fine. Anyway, I’ll go and say hi.”“Daphne!” I yell, but she’s already ahead of me, heading up to Devon. A bitter feeling fills my chest, clogging my throat and making it hard to breathe. I know that feeling well it’s one I’ve barely felt in a long time, but somehow it’s Daphne that can make me feel this way. She walks up to Devon, her hips swaying seductively, her hair billowing in the warm breeze. She’s putting it on full mast, and in this state, no man can resist her. She’s too far away for me to hear what she’s saying, but the smile on her face and the specific way she

It takes a while, but I’m able to cover up Carter’s palm print with a shit ton of concealer and setting powder. All the refreshment I’d gotten from the spa session vanished like cotton candy in cold water the moment I returned to my room and saw Carter waiting for me. He hands a box over to me, his expression calm. “Wear that to dinner.”I peak inside. It’s a long silk dress. Black. Sleeveless. With an open back and a plunging neckline. The kind of dress I’d never be caught dead wearing due to how exposing it is. Inside the box is a flimsy pair of red panties. If they can even be called that. A pair of nude heels, the kind that screamed elegant style and comfort, and costs a shit ton of money. My stomach twists and twists. Any other day, I would have been happy to receive these gifts from him. My neck throbs, reminding me of the crime I’d covered up. Any day but today. “Is this an apology?” I scoff, lifting my gaze to his face. He frowns, like I’d just said the sky was black