All Chapters of The Devilish Billionaire I Hooked On Valentine : Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

DOMINIC That sound. Her voice all breathy and broken. It did things to me. I ignored the ache in my pants, the way my cock leaked against the fabric. This was for her. Making her feel good somehow filled me up more than any quick release ever had. Was I falling for her? No. Couldn’t be. But even as I thought it, I pushed two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them just the way she loved, and the way she moaned my name louder made my heart clench in a way that scared the shit out of me. I worshipped her pussy like it was the only thing that mattered. Long, slow licks mixed with fast flicks on her clit. Fingers pumping steady, then faster when her walls started fluttering. I looked up at her face—eyes half-closed, lips parted, that rookie innocence mixed with pure need. My wife. Mine for now. I sucked harder, adding a third finger, stretching her gently because it had been a month and she felt tighter than ever. “You taste so fucking good,” I growled between licks. “Missed t

VALERIE Dominic lips were still hovering right there over mine, our foreheads pressed together, his breath warm and ragged enough to make my whole body forget how to do basic stuff like breathing properly. My heart was hammering so loud I swear it was louder than the plane engines. We were both still buzzing from what almost happened and my skin tingling where his hands had been gripping me, my lips swollen, that deep ache between my legs not going anywhere. A whole month without him, and now this? The universe had the worst timing.Then three sharp knocks echoed through the cabin door like some rude alarm clock.Dominic didn’t move. Not even an inch. His hands stayed on my waist, fingers digging in just a little like he was debating ignoring the whole world.Neither did I. I couldn’t. My body was still pressed against his, feeling every hard line of him, and God, I didn’t want it to stop.Another knock.“Sir?” Hawthorne’s voice came from the other side, polite but insistent. “My ap

VALERIE The mansion rose up at the end of a long, winding driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and ancient looking oak trees that probably remembered more family secrets than I ever would. It wasn’t the cold, modern glass and steel thing I expected from Dominic’s world. This place felt old money. Real old money. Tall white columns, ivy climbing the walls in elegant patterns, windows that sparkled like they got polished every single day. The kind of home that screamed “our family has been running things for generations, and we’re not sorry about it.” High standards. Billionaire blood. The SUV stopped.My stomach did a nervous flip as Dominic helped me out. After all the laughter in the plane and all the reassurance that his grandmother was a loving old lady I felt weight on my shoulders. Like stepping onto a stage where I didn’t know the lines.The front doors opened before we even reached them. A tall, elegant woman stepped out onto the wide porch. She had to be in her late