All Chapters of The Don's Contract Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rosie's POVHe always wins and I'm left with no choice but to come along.The scent of the shampoo and styling products perfumed the bustling hair salon.I sat cocooned in a swivel chair, my head tilted back in surrender as a skilled stylist wove her magic on my dark.The mirror reflects my image along with the people passing by.There's a gentle hum of conversation and the whirl of a blow-dryer on my hair brings to mind a busy bee.I'm more tense than ever with creepy eyes on me, some whispers about what occurred late at night.I lied, I can't. I'm not myself after that incident, I'd want to approach Damien and question him about how he did it.The case just died down without me even defending myself.My eyes met with Harry, who was lounging in a plush armchair, his hand holding a magazine like he was looking at me, but those eyes tracked me with an unmistakable warmth.A gentle smile played on his face and I offered a faint one.Then I mouthed;"Do you like it?"He closed the magazi

Rosie's POVI inched back slowly, trying not to trigger anything as I sought the counter's edge.My voice was trapped as I wanted to shout but the sound stuck in my tight throat.There's no aggression in his posture yet his intent radiates like a held breath.I sensed calculations in his gaze like he'd planned this meeting.He jumped down from the chair, crossed the baton over his neck, and then raised a brow at me."Stop making this hard, princess. I left some important documents aside just to attend to you, and what I get is your unwelcoming gesture?" He asked but I was quick to grab the frying pan which was adjacent to me.I believe I'd use it for defense, as I pointed it at his face, but he only shoved it aside and pinned me to the door.He runs his free thumb on my cheek and then lowers it down to my lips as he draws his lips closer to mine, but my hand, which had grabbed the doorknob, spurs the door open, so I run.I couldn't think of anything else as I raced to get my phone just

Rosie's POVA lube which he poured in his palms like cream.When he trailed his eyes to look at me, I pretended not to stare but just rolled my eyes."Spread your ass.""What!""Fucking do it!" he barks and, with shaky hands, I did just that, holding my ass cheeks and lifting my hips up just so his eyes could fist on my butthole.I swallowed when I felt a liquid running down my ass, it must be the lube."I'd make this easy for you" he said, covering my mouth with that palm that saved my forehead.My nose smelt the lube and I muffled, darting my gaze to and fro until I felt it, a finger curled inside my ass.My hands almost let go out my ass cheeks, but he said;"Let go, and I'd give you a good beating on the ass."My eyes rolled to the corners, wanting to see him, but then only his rippled muscles on his arms were all I could see.He slowly twisted his finger in one way and I let out a soft gasp, spitting out in his palm that pressed my mouth harder.He moved his finger in a circular

Rosie's POVHe was rotating his palm there, squeezing and fondling my skin, and my pussy squirmed.Before I know it, another orgasm rushes to meet me, encouraging the pulses ransacking my body.And just as I had wished, he stroked his cock inside and everything in my body exploded.My mouth shook, my eyes widened as he was trying to fit his cock inside me, but my tight pussy wasn't giving him a chance.I'm not breathing for real."Shit, princess, you're tight down here too," he said, looking me in the eyes as he squeezed deep to force his dick inside.Tears flowed as I melted, stretching my legs on the seat but not fully because the space wasn't enough. The position was even hard for me to stretch out."We'd try this another time," he mutters, using his thumb to wipe my tears.It feels so divine that I'm crying.He almost pulled out, but I grabbed his shoulder blades and shook my head, indicating he shouldn't stop

Damien's POV"Remember running in the woods, in your wolf form, with great speed, like you're floating, the sunset beautifully in the sky, how incredible, and even when you feel like falling, you still kick up to bask in the soft ecstasy of...""Must you sexualize everything! There's no sun either."I flickered my eyes at her, taken aback by her words as she just looked down on me like I couldn't say anything meaningful. Isn't what I'm trying to do meaningful? From what I've read in books concerning flights, any frightened passengers are either told a relief story or reminded of something they love just to take their minds off the flight.And here I'm getting lush for doing good!More like a sex addict. I glared briefly at her, trying not to be provoked as we were holding hands now.Not even my wolf could handle her or stand her lush as I tried to take my hand off her, but she stopped me with a statement."Take your hand away, and I'l