Todos los capítulos de The Devilish Billionaire I Hooked On Valentine : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

DOMINICThe second Valerie moved against me, I knew I was fucked.I’d tried to hold back. Tried to give her space, let her set the pace after everything she’d been through tonight. But the way she pressed down on my mouth, the raw, desperate need glittering in her eyes, every ounce of restraint evaporated. She was relentless. Like she could feel every nerve ending I had and knew exactly how to set them on fire.“Dominic…” she moaned, low and teasing, the sound curling around my cock like a fist. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the heavy throb between my legs, but it was useless. Every roll of her hips, every brush of her dripping cunt against my tongue pulled me deeper into the mess we were making.“Valerie” I muttered her name but she didn’t stop. She never stopped. She wanted all of it, and her hunger was infectious.I groaned, rolling us so she was on her back, pinning her gently but firmly just to keep from losing it completely. Her hands roamed, nails scraping my shoulders,

DOMINIC Valerie looked down at her hands for a second, then met my eyes. The coffee had cooled enough that she was no longer holding it like a lifeline. “The woman who had treated me like merchandise mentioned something about a "She.” I think its Madeline.”What?“Look, they mentioned Ross. I heard it clearly. She’s been trying to push me out since the first dinner. She showed up with Ethan, she insulted me, and then I get grabbed the same night merely minutes after we'd stopped dancing? It’s too convenient.”I shook my head. The movement was small, controlled. “Madeline is petty and ambitious, but this is a different level. Kidnapping, drugs, an underground auction that’s organized crime territory. How would she even have a means of contacting them. She doesn’t have those connections.”“You don’t know what she’s capable of,” Valerie said, voice tighter now. The tiredness had not left her face, but something harder had settled under it. “She’s had her eye on you for years. She sees m

VALERIEThe water had gone lukewarm by the time I finally turned it off wishing I could turn off my thoughts just as easy. Still, I stood there with my forehead against the tile, trying to wash away the leftover ache in my muscles and the sharper sting from the conversation with Dominic.The tile was cool under my skin. Steam clung to the glass and the mirror in soft, fading clouds. I could still feel the ghost of the ropes around my wrists, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, every time I closed my eyes I saw the van again, the warehouse and the hotel.I can't believe Dominic didn’t trust me. He really thinks I'd lightly throw accusations at people?That was the part that kept looping. I saw it clearly in his eyes, he thought I was reaching for the easiest target because I was still shaken. Maybe I was shaken. My hands still trembled a little when I reached for the towel.The tremor was small, almost polite, but it refused to leave. I dried off slowly, methodically, as if th

MADELINE My heart hammered against my ribcage but I kept my voice calm. “I didn’t do it. I was angry, yes. I still am. But I would never go that far. Kidnapping? Selling someone? That is not me. You raised me better than that.”He studied me for a long moment, searching for the lie. I held the eye contact and let the practiced sincerity settle over my features the way I had learned to do since I was a teenager. The trick was not to overdo it. Too much earnestness looked like performance. Too little looked like guilt. Finally he exhaled and rubbed a hand over his face. The gesture was tired. For a second he looked older than the man who ran the Ross holdings.“See that it stays that way,” he said. “Dominic is already tearing through every connection that touched that night. If your name surfaces even once, I will not protect you.”He left without another word. The door clicked shut. I waited until his footsteps faded completely before I let my shoulders collapse. Suddenly my phone l

DOMINICI arrived at the Cantrell Enterprises building earlier than necessary. The underground garage was still half empty. I sat in the car for a full minute after turning off the engine, hands resting on the wheel and thinking. I had prepared for this meeting for months. Still, the weight of it pressed against my ribs. I rode the private elevator to the executive floor, the numbers ticking upward in silence. When the doors opened I walked straight into the boardroom. The long table was already set with folders and water glasses, the leather chairs pulled back at precise angles, the city visible through the floor to ceiling glass like a map of everything the company touched. I took my seat at the head without ceremony. One by one the board members filed in. My uncle entered last and sat several chairs down on the right. He had always preferred that distance. It gave him the angle of observation he liked, the ability to watch without being watched in return.The claim he had repeat