All Chapters of I KISSED MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LELLAViktor’s mouth left mine and traveled down my cheek… my jaw… my neck. I moaned when his tongue reached the upper part of my breast and sucked my skin so hard. I cried out in the scorching heat as my core tightened with every lick of his tongue. His touch spurred my desire for him until I felt like I was about to lose my mind. I pulled him up to deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth in the same way he did. I thought he could really make me come with just a kiss if we stayed at it long enough. I pulled him even closer as if I wanted to merge our very beings. I felt the strength of his arms and the solid reality of his chest. This was the man I had given my soul to. I didn't need my memory to tell me that. My heart was screaming it with every frantic beat.Everything about him turned me on, from the way he looked and felt beneath my hands to the way he watched me and touched me, driving me wild.​The air between us grew heavy with a desperate longing. Viktor groaned as his h

LELLAI slowly open my eyes but close them back because of the sunlight cutting across my face. It was full of cheerfulness, but it didn't match the heavy ache in my chest. I sat up with a groan, my muscles stiff from the unfamiliar bed in the smaller guest room, a bit far from his suite.​I expected him to come for me. I imagined him bursting through the door, demanding I return to our room, or even just asking if I was okay. But the night had been silent, save for the pacing of the guards outside my window. He had let me sleep alone on the second day of our honeymoon.​I stood up while stretching my arms over my head and stomped toward the window to draw the curtains. I wanted to shut the world out, but as the curtain parted, I froze.The first thing I saw was Viktor in the garden, stripped to the waist as his skin glistened with sweat under the morning sun. He is doing brutal push-ups that look like they were meant to punish the ground. Every scar and every hard line of his physiqu

LELLAHis cock jutted out, huge and hard, and the mere idea of it inside me sent twin frissons of apprehension and anticipation spiraling through my stomach.There was no way he'd fit. It was impossible.When I finally dragged my gaze back up to his, his eyes were already focused on me, dark and smoldering with banked heat.A molten flame dripped down my spine when he spun me around so his erection dug into my lower back. A full-length mirror hung on the wall opposite us, reflecting my bright eyes and flushed cheeks as Viktor palmed my breasts, gently squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his fingers until they stiffened.Lust, anticipation, and a hint of embarrassment pooled in my stomach.Watching him explore my body, his touch almost arrogant in its lazy assuredness, was somehow more intimate than actual sex."Does this feel like business?” Viktor's soft voice sent shivers over my skin a second before he pinched the sensitive peaks hard.I instinctively jerked at the jolt o

LELLA​I stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in our master suite, smoothing the skirt of my mini dress. I'm wearing a one-shoulder peplum-style top in a rich wine-colored brocade fabric with an embossed floral pattern. I paired it with minimalist jewelry and black stiletto heels. I let my wavy hair fall down my shoulders and make my makeup simple and elegant.After almost two weeks in Spain, Viktor and I came back last night to his penthouse in New York. It's perfect because today was the collaboration launch between TiTan Motors and the Volkon Hotel, so it means I am facing the one person I had been hating: Conrad.As I leaned in to check my reflection, I paused.​ There was a brightness in my eyes that hadn’t been there a month ago and a certain flush to my cheeks that no amount of expensive blush could replicate. I looked… radiant.I looked like a woman who was loved, even if we were both still too proud to say the words out loud.Loved… I hope it's the right term. ​In the r

LELLAI stared at the dark-colored wine spread across the bodice of my dress, soaking through the silk and chilling my skin.​"Are you okay?” Polina's voice showed a fake concern that set my teeth on edge. I straightened my spine and looked up. She's wearing a fitted yellow strapless gown, holding an empty wine glass, and her eyes are dancing with a malicious spark that contradicts the pout on her lips. She didn't look sorry. She looked triumphant.​I could feel a hundred pairs of eyes shifting from the electric cars to the dark stain on my chest. But I maintained my composure.​"I’m fine, Polina. I suppose accidents happen when you’re not used to navigating such... high-end events," I calmly said, meeting her gaze with a level of calm that clearly caught her off guard. Polina’s smirk flickered. What? Did she expect me to gasp in embarrassment? Perhaps a hurried retreat to the lady's room? She scoffed and leaned in. ​"Such a shame. That dress looked expensive. I guess some stains