บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S DIRTY SECRET: A FORBIDDEN SECOND CHANCE: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The BedroomNOELLE'S POV“That's it, baby. Take it.”His voice was low and calm. Like his family wasn't forty feet away on the other side of that door.I took it.I bit down on my fist and took every inch of him. Roman Ashford was fucking me over his desk and I was letting him. wanting him. Falling apart slowly for him.Because he had wanted this for a long time.And so had I.Three months earlier.I found my fiancé on all fours.Two men. One in his mouth. One in his ass. Derek was between them taking both. Making sounds I had never once heard him make with me. Not in three years.I stood in the doorway for five seconds, my mouth ajar.He saw me. His eyes widening with his mouth around the man's cock.I closed the door quietly.I went to the kitchen. I sat down. I stared at the fridge before opening it, picking up a bottle of water and gulping it down.Derek came in twenty minutes later. His shirt was half open. He was running his hand through his hair. He always did that when he was

Absolutely.NOELLE'S POV He kissed me back.That was the part I wasn't ready for. Not the kissing. I started that. But the way he kissed me back. Slowly and yet urgently. He kissed me like he had all night and intended to use every second of it.His hand came to my waist. Warm through the thin fabric of my dress.I pulled back and looked at him.His eyes were dark."Come up," I said.It was not a question.He looked at me for one long second. Making sure I meant it.I meant it."Okay," he said.I fumbled with the key card twice before the lock clicked. Roman's chest is already against my back, his breath hot on my neck. When the door swings open he walks me inside without letting go.The room is dark except for the moon cutting white shapes across the bed. He kicks the door shut. Then I feel his hands, his palms sliding under my dress, pulling the fabric up and off in one move. Cool air hits my skin everywhere the cotton leaves bare."Turn," he says.I turn.He looks at me like he i

Brother.NOELLE'S POV He woke me up with his mouth.No alarm. No words. Just his head between my thighs and his tongue on my pussy before I was even fully awake.I've come to learn this man was truly an eater.My back came off the bed."Roman—"His hands pushed my hips back down. "We have time."We didn't have much time. My flight was in four hours. But I didn't say that. I closed my eyes and held the sheets and let him do what he wanted.He was slow. Slower than usual. Long licks from bottom to top. Then tight circles right on my clit. His tongue rolled over me and my legs started shaking. When I grabbed his hair he let me. When I tried to pull him up he didn't move.Not until he was ready.Two fingers pushed inside me. Deep. Curling up to that spot. His mouth stayed on my clit the whole time and I stopped trying to be quiet.I came hard. Thighs around his head. His name echoing in the quiet room.He kissed his way back up. From my stomach to my ribs and then throat. When he got to

CONTROLROMAN'S POVI closed the door behind me with a soft click and stood in the dimly lit hallway for a moment, adjusting my cufflinks like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t just fucked Noelle Carter over her desk until she came twice with my name breaking on her lips.My cock was still half-hard. My hands still remembered the exact shape of her hips. Her taste was still on my tongue from when I’d kissed her after she fell apart.Control.I exhaled slowly and walked toward the elevator. The entire floor was empty except for the cleaning crew on the other side. Good. No witnesses to see the new owner of DANS walking away from the best mistake of his life with her scent still clinging to his skin.The second I stepped into the elevator, the mask slipped.“Fuck,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair.Santorini was supposed to be ten days. Ten selfish days of having her without the complications. Ten days of the real Noelle. The one who laughed without guarding her smile, who

TIGHTROPENOELLE'S POVThe tension didn’t break. It thickened.By the second week of Roman’s ownership, working at DANS felt like walking a tightrope over open flames. Every day was the same delicate dance: professional on the surface, electric underneath.I arrived earlier than usual on Monday, hoping to get ahead before the office filled. Bad idea.Roman was already in the main conference room, standing at the whiteboard with his sleeves rolled up, marking out timelines for the McKenzie wedding. The early morning light cut across his sharp jawline. He looked focused. Controlled. Devastating.He didn’t turn when I passed the glass wall, but I knew he saw me.I went straight to my office and closed the door.Ten minutes later, my desk phone rang.“Noelle,” his voice came through the line, low and calm. “Join me in the conference room. Bring your notes on the floral installations.”No greeting. No please. Just that quiet command.I gripped the receiver tighter. “I’ll be there in five.”