All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Irene’s POV My pulse throbbing at the side of my neck, I craned my neck, trying to check if I could spot him. “Any problem, ma’am?” The driver asked, and I turned around, sinking back to my seat. I knew my face probably looked red-hot like I got slapped or something. But my fantasy might just be happening today, and getting flushed like this was so valid. Tapping my fingers on my collarbones, I drew short breaths into my lungs, my toes tingling. So what now? Do I stop the car and get out? Or does he keep following me? Getting off in the middle of the road was doing too much, wasn’t it? We didn’t want to look desperate to the sole owner of my arousal, did we? "Um, can you slow down a bit?” I asked, and I saw how the driver pulled his head back through the rearview mirror. One that said, ‘Are you crazy?’ “I’m going the speed limit. Can’t go any slower, except we want to be running under a truck anytime from now on." He said. Shit. Shit. Taking out my phone, I clicked into

Irene’s POVWordlessly, he got off the bed, and panic rose in my throat.Did I do something wrong?Fuck things up out of too much excitement.Sitting up, I watched him disappear behind the closet, coming back with a small bag.Dumping it on the nightstand, he zipped it open, and I craned my neck, peeking, and what I saw next made me gasp.Straps, cuffs, all kinds of BDSM shit.Has he done this before?“You should learn to keep those hands to yourself. Touching me when I’m this hard will get you in trouble, doll face.” He said, his tone filled with raw need.The lust dancing in his eyes as he looked me over before turning to take out ties.Plopping down on one knee, he caught my wrists in his hands, tying them up to the headboard, and my breath quickened as I felt the rush, running through me.“Let go of me.” I protested, slightly wriggling against his hold, and he let out a throaty chuckle.“You’d have to try harder than that.”Going to my ankles, he did the same thing, tying each of

Damian's POV Henry Reynolds. Clenching my jaw as I stared at his back, I walked around the desk, taking my seat. “You're here, son-in-law. Was about to call Harry.” He said, sinking back into his seat. Leaning on my elbows, I stared hard at him. “Remember you're dealing with me, not my dad.” “And don’t you think it too early to call me son-in-law?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. I didn’t know what Irene has been up to. Has she told him? His brows drew together, panic flashing through his features. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts about it.” Ah.. ok..the marriage was still on. I let out a silent breath of relief at the knowledge that she hadn’t told them yet. Throwing a drawer open, I took out a bottle of whiskey, twisting the cap off the bottle. “Why? Are you worried?” I asked. Linking his fingers, I watched his shoulders stiffen. “I know my daughter is a lot of things. But she's resourceful. She has a law degree. She can handle legal cases for the compa

Irene’s POV His lips crashed against mine in time, shutting me up. “You like it. The way you act like you don't makes me want to bury all my fingers in you. Can you take it?” He asked in between our kiss, and I let out an “Mmmh” sound. I thought about how it'll feel with all his fingers inside me when I could barely contain just these two. The idea of getting forced to take him made my walls contract, my legs shake, and my back slide down the wall. He released my lips, going back to cover my nipples with his mouth. Then he bit me there gently, and I threw my head back, twisting my body. “Tell me, love.” “Uhh—no." I barely recognize the desperation in my own voice as he finger-fucked me harder, releasing my nipples with a pop only to knead them. This was too much. His eyes locked on mine, both my hands over my head, his fingers still buried in me while I wriggled against his hold. “You wear those little skirts, shaking your tight ass all over town, and you say you can’t take


Irene's POV “Nana and Gramps?” I asked and she nodded. Taking my hands in hers, she rubbed them gently. “Are you okay, sweetie?" No, I wasn't. Dad knew how much I didn't want to be around them. After what they put me through back then, I didn't think I'd get out without going to rehab at least once in my lifetime. “Why are they coming?" I asked, Pressing her palm to the side of her neck, she said. “I just said it. Your engagement is in a few days." My eyes widened, a weight settling in my chest. But he broke it off. No, I did. And you were supposed to tell them like you promised him, the tiny voice in my head reminded me. How could I think of breaking the news? We were flat broke. Dad was on the edge, and Mom had to handle his mood. Now my grandparents were coming over for the very engagement I was going to announce was over… Digging my nails into my palm, I almost cut through my own flesh as if feeling pain would make me numb to the ones tightenin