All Chapters of The billionaire's exotic temptation: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Allera’s POV:The wine tasting blurs into laughter and echoes of conversation. I have no idea where I’m taking Devon to, all I know is the burning desire to get out of there. Far from Carter. And Cynthia. And their pretentious smiles and stupid toasts about family and shit. “What’s the matter? You’re killing my wrist.” Devon’s cool voice comes behind me. Only then do I realize how tight my grip on his wrist is. “Sorry,” my voice comes out through clenched teeth. We arrive at a safe distance away, the party mere twenty feet away. A low stone wall covered in tangles of ivy is all that separates us. One wrong sound and everyone will know exactly what I’m up to. I face the wall, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My fists clench at my sides in a bid to steady myself. My heart wrenches in my chest, hot tears pricking the back of my eyes. The fuck am I even doing now? This is risky. Too dangerous. Anyone can walk over, stumble upon us and then boom. The weekend goes up in hot flame

Allera’s POVThe degradation mixed with the praise makes my head spin. Shame burns through me, hot and liquid, but it only made me wetter. Hearing how rough and debased he sounded only made me want him more. I nod. It’s alarming how much I want it. How much I want him to breed me. Right here, with everyone behind us. My orgasm builds fast. I try to hold it back, I try to stay silent. I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine every unpleasant scenario but all that comes up is Devon. He fucks me harder, deeper, his fingers on my clit harsh and bruising, further adding to the heat inside me. “Come on, Allera. Come for me like the desperate whore you are. Show me how much you love being used.”I’m close. So fucking close it’s embarrassing. “And when you’re done,” his voice drops two octaves. “I’m gonna fill you up you’ll be leaking for days.”That does it. My orgasm crashes into me without warning. My body locks up, my pussy spawning violently around his cock as wave after wave of pleasur

Allera’s POVLet me be delusional. For two minutes. Let me close my eyes and imagine that he’s my Carter again. The perfect husband everyone envied. The man that brought me flowers for no reason, danced with me at midnight and made people go “you hit the jackpot, Allera” with jealous eyes. Just two minutes. My body relaxes, easing into him. For two minutes, let me have him back. He notices my surrender and steps closer, his body crowding me gently against the cool marble sink. His hands slid up my dress. Slowly, reverently, just like in the early months of our marriage when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. “You liked the dress,” “Y-yes…” I can’t tell if that’s a lie or not. It tastes dangerously like the truth I’m too scared to admit. “It suits you,” he murmurs, his voice low and sweet, his hands touching me like I was something fragile and treasured. Mere minutes ago, Devon took me fast and hard. But this…this feels different. I shouldn’t want this. Yet my body

Carter’s POVFuck. My head is killing me. The sun blasting in my face makes me want to nuke everything in sight. Just how much did I drink last night?Today is my mom’s wedding. I should have gotten up before the sun even rose—I sit up, scanning the room. Something’s off. Why the fuck is my cock out? What was I even doing last night?I grab my head, trying for the life of me to remember, but nothing comes up. Only a faint familiar taste in my mouth. It takes approximately three seconds for it to settle in. “Fuck!”Bolting out of bed, I tuck my cock into my trousers and race out of the room. My heart pounds, echoing in tune with my footsteps. I’ve never been this terrified in years. The fuck was in that alcohol?! For fucks same. Everything I’ve done to make sure my moms special day goes fine is about to go down the fucking drain. I run all the way to my mom’s room. “Mom! Are you in there?!” My fist pounds against the door, my body vibrating with nervous energy. “Mom?! Mom! N

Allera’s POV A man walks into the arena. His gait is strained, his shoulders droop down like he’s carrying the weight of the universe. Looks wise, he’s very attractive. His long black hair streaked with white is tied loosely at his nape. His eyes are a molten gray, like fire and ash mixed together. He’s tall, and there’s a familiarity in his shoulders I can’t shake of. Where have I seen him before?He walks up to the altar, his eyes lifted towards Cynthia. She makes a strangled scream, stumbles back and crashes into Alexander’s arms. “What are you doing here?!” She screeches, her voice high pitched and full of panic. “Who let him in?! Get out! Get him out of here!”“Fuck!” Carter hisses, jumping to his feet. “How did he…”I glance at him, my brows furrowed. The guests become agitated. Murmurs fill the air, like a silent hum. Everyone starts whispering, some take discreet photos. The man stops before the altar. “Cynthia. You look good after all these years. Is this what you’ve be