Alle Kapitel von MARRIED TO THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE FOR REVENGE: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

**Nadia** I lay beneath Dominic in the dark bedroom, my body still trembling from the way he moved inside me tonight. This time was different. Slower. Deeper. More present than any night before. His weight pressed me into the mattress, but he held himself with careful control. Every thrust sank deep and steady, like he wanted to feel every inch of me, every breath, every pulse. My legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him closer. Skin slid against skin. Heat built between us in slow, thick waves. His mouth found mine in a kiss that felt raw and real. Not just hunger. Something heavier. His hands roamed over my sides, my breasts, my thighs, stroking like he needed to memorize me. I arched up to meet him, taking every slow push. Pleasure rolled through me in deep, rolling waves. My fingers dug into his back. I felt the tension in his muscles, the way he fought to stay controlled even while giving me everything. He buried his face in my neck. His breathing turned ragged again

A rough gasp tore from my throat as I jolted awake in the middle of the night. Sweat covered my skin and made the sheets stick to my body. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would break through my ribs. The nightmare still clung to me, thick and heavy. Dark images kept flashing behind my eyes. Empty rooms that stretched forever. My hands that could not feel anything no matter how hard I tried. Reaching for Nadia and finding only cold air where her warm body should be. Watching her walk away from me while I stood frozen in the same numb void I had lived in my whole life before she touched me. My arms were wrapped tight around her. I gripped her body like she might vanish at any second. My hands shook against her soft, warm skin. She stirred beside me, her eyes opening slowly in the dim light that came through the window. “Dominic?” Her voice was soft and still heavy with sleep, but concern was already there. I could not speak right away. The shaking in my body would not s

**Nadia** I sat on Lisette’s couch with my knees pulled tight to my chest. The apartment felt smaller than I remembered, the walls closing in around me. My mind kept replaying Dominic’s words over and over. He knew about Garrett and Priya before I did. He had been tracking Garrett for months. When he saw me broken and drinking in that bar, he saw an opportunity and took it. He used my pain like it was a tool. He used me. The truth sat heavy in my stomach, cold and sharp. He had planned everything from the start. The quick Vegas wedding. The contract. The way he claimed me that first night in the penthouse. All of it was calculated to hurt Garrett. I was never the woman he wanted. I was the weapon he needed. The thought made my chest ache in a way that felt both fresh and familiar. Lisette paced in front of me, her face red with anger. She stopped every few steps to look at me, her hands clenched at her sides. “That bastard. He saw you at your lowest and decided to use you like

**Nadia** I stood in the middle of the penthouse, arms crossed tight over my chest, staring straight at Dominic. The air still felt thick and heavy from our earlier fight, but I was done being quiet. I had walked out once. I had come back on my own terms. Now I was ready to change the rules completely. “I stay,” I said, my voice steady and strong from the first word. “But you tell me everything. No more secrets. No more giving me pieces of the truth when it suits you. If I ask a question, you answer it fully. All of it. No holding back on the important things.” Dominic watched me carefully. He did not move closer. He did not reach for me. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and intense. I could see the struggle playing out behind them. He was still hiding something big. The way my touch affected him. The sensory awakening he had never fully explained. We both knew it was there. He felt things with me that he could not feel with anyone else, and he had not told me the full sto

**Nadia** I stepped back into the penthouse carrying my own bags. The doors closed behind me with a soft sound. I felt different. Stronger. More confident in my own skin. The woman who had left here days ago was not the same one walking back in now. I had made my decision. I was returning, but on my terms. Dominic stood near the living room, watching me closely. His eyes tracked every move as I set the bags down and looked around the space. The penthouse looked exactly the same, but everything between us had shifted. “I am back,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “But things are going to be different now.” I did not wait for his reply. I picked up one of the bags and walked straight to the spare room I had used before. I started moving things around right away. I cleared a corner near the window and arranged a desk there. “I need my own workspace. I will work here when I need quiet. No interruptions unless I say it is okay.” Dominic leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. I c