Semua Bab Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial: Bab 31 - Bab 40

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: HIS FAVORITE The silk shirt was ruined now…twisted and wrinkled, pushed up past Louis's hips. Lorenzo's hands were everywhere, greedy and slow, mapping every inch of skin like he was memorizing a landscape. "Bite it," Lorenzo murmured against his ear, voice low and commanding. Louis blinked, dazed. "What?" "The shirt. Bite the hem. Hold it up." Louis hesitated, cheeks burning, but the dark heat in Lorenzo’s eyes left no room for argument. He lifted the silk to his mouth and bit down hard on the hem. The fabric stretched between his teeth, forcing his head slightly forward, leaving his entire torso bare…stomach, chest, and hardened nipples completely exposed like an offering. His body trembled with vulnerability and arousal as the cool air kissed his flushed skin. Lorenzo's eyes went dangerously dark, pupils blown wide with lust. He pulled back just enough to drink in the sight…Louis with the ruined silk shirt clenched between his pretty teeth, droo

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: PLAY THE HERO Dimitri sat by the fireplace with the flames casting shadows across his face. In the corner of the cabin, Louis lay unconscious and tied to a wooden chair, his head slumped forward and his blonde hair hiding his face. The door opened slowly. Dimitri didn't turn around. "You can come in. He's unconscious." Matt stepped inside with his eyes fixed on Louis. "How long?" "Twenty-four hours. Maybe more. Enough time for you to play hero." Dimitri stood and crossed to Matt, pulling him into a kiss…deep and slow, his hand cupping Matt's jaw. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark. "What about we fuck him together? I have to admit, he has a pretty face. Pretty body too." Matt's expression went cold. "Cut it off." Dimitri scoffed. "I thought he was interesting to you." "He is not you." Matt walked past him, circling the chair and studying Louis's face. "Lorenzo won't believe a sudden rescue. It has to look real." "It will be real." D

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: SESSION OF BEAUTY Lorenzo walked through the airport corridor with his footsteps echoing against the polished floor. His phone was pressed to his ear and Anya's voice was tight on the other end. "Louis woke up," she said. Lorenzo exhaled. "Tell him I have Chloe. We're coming home." He ended the call and pushed through the door. Airport officials straightened immediately, greeting him with the kind of respect that came from fear. "Signor Volterra. Your sister-in-law is in the back room. Unharmed. Just upset." Lorenzo nodded. "Give us a moment." They filed out. Chloe sat in the corner with her face down and her small shoulders hunched. She didn't look up when he walked in, just kept staring at the floor. Lorenzo pulled a chair across from her and sat. "I prefer if you looked up when I speak to you, young lady." Slowly, Chloe raised her head. Her eyes were red and her face was blotchy and she looked smaller than he had ever seen her. "I just want to go

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: WHEN JEALOUSY BURNS The bedroom was dark except for the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. Lorenzo's hands were everywhere…greedy and restless, like he was searching for something he couldn't name. His mouth traced down Louis's neck with his teeth grazing the skin, and Louis arched beneath him, trusting and unaware. But Lorenzo's mind wasn't in the room. It was on the tie…the ugly, cheap tie that couldn't have come from anywhere nearby. The hours Louis had been gone. The taste on his lips, something sweet and sharp, the kind of drink Louis would never order and the kind of kiss Louis would never give. ‘Who were you with?’ His hand slid up Louis's chest, then higher, wrapping around his throat. Not hard..not yet. Just there. A question without words. Louis's eyes fluttered open with surprise flickering across his face and a little fear too. "Lorenzo?" Lorenzo didn't answer. His thumb pressed against Louis's pulse point, feeling it race.

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE: BIRTHDAY The Louvre wing had been rented out for the day, the grand halls echoing with the footsteps of children who had never imagined they'd stand beneath such ceilings. The surrounding park was shut down too…closed off and private, just for Chloe and the kids who were her schoolmates, the ones she hardly talked to. By evening the party would end and then there was the trip after. Lorenzo had arranged it all…a private jet to Paris for the day, just for her. He walked up to Chloe as she stood by the fountain with a half-eaten cupcake in her hand. "You are enjoying?" Chloe smiled, a real one. "It's quite impressive." Lorenzo nodded, glancing out at the children running across the grass. "There is still a trip after. A surprise." Chloe's eyebrows rose but she didn't ask. Lorenzo turned to her and his voice went softer. "Chloe, I think I never put my words correctly. But you should know…everything I have ever done is to keep you both happy. You and Louis.