011: babysitting duties

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

Last Updated : 2026-01-03

012: get the fucking door

Allera's POV It's on the tip of my tongue to say something snarky. Then my mind goes back to just earlier this week. Seeing Carter in bed with those two. The lack of concern he showed. Like it was a normal thing. "Fine." I huff, cheeks flaming red. "Fine what?" He asks, grinning. That grin sets off something inside me. Not rage, not snark...desire. Such as I've never felt before. We're in the kitchen. His family is mere rooms away. My husband...his brother, is here too. We could get caught. We will get caught. This is too dangerous. This is wrong. This is fucked up. Yet, my skin burns, and my pussy clenches. The danger, the allure of it all, it feels like a fire slowly consuming me. I want him. I want Devon. I want him to bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me till I can't remember my name. "If you want something, pretty," He leans in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. "You need to be able to articulate it." His free hand trails down my hip, lower till his

Last Updated : 2026-01-12

013: masterkey

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 growled in my ear.

Last Updated : 2026-01-19

All Chapters of The billionaire's exotic temptation: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

011: babysitting duties

012: get the fucking door

013: masterkey