All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Masked Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LUCIANI don’t know what I’m thinking, but the thought of going back to the Brooklyn right now was physically revolting. There are traces of Elena in my house that I can’t bear to be around and if I decide to go to my parents’, Mom will notice and she’ll hound me for explanations I don’t have the energy nor answers to give.I needed silence and space to let the noise in my head die down, and somehow I don’t mind that Corinne is beside me like a silent witness to my ruin.“Let’s go to Aurelia Isle instead.”“Sir…?” the captain asked with slight uncertainty, like he wasn’t expecting the sudden detour.Me too; I wasn’t expecting the detour.I kept my eyes on the horizon outside the tarmac. “How long will it take?”He checked his tablet, fingers flying over the flight management system. “We’ll need an extra forty-five minutes to reroute and clear airspace, but once the tower clears us, we’ll be good to go.”“Get to it then.”He nodded and retreated to the cockpit. As I climbed the stairs w

CORINNE“Lucian…”He didn’t turn. I’m not even sure he heard me.My eyes swept over the ruined bathroom that currently looks like a storm had passed through the small space. Bottles littered the floor, some bursted open with their contents spilling across the tiles and his phone lay among the mess, the screen completely shattered. The mirror…God.The mirror had been smashed in multiple places, cracks spreading across it like spiderwebs and thin streaks of blood slowly dragged down the glass.My body shook violently as I finally looked at the man standing in the center of the carnage. Lucian lifelessly stood there in a black bathrobe, water still clinging to his skin and his hands hung limp at his sides but the knuckles on one hand were split and bloodied.I forced myself to take a step into the glass-strewn room. “Lucian.”He didn’t react immediately.I’m so close to shaking him back to his senses. “Lucian!”When he finally faced me, damp dark strands of hair fell over his face but th

CORINNE“I’ll castrate you if you try to be gentle with me,” I snapped back, my chest heaving as I struggled for air.This is supposed to be a quick fix, just something to sweat through and get it over with, but Lucian was taking his goddamn sweet time. And for the love of everything good and bad, I have no idea why he’s hellbent on delaying the inevitab— That thought was cut short when his large hands clamped down to grab my hips and with a surge of raw strength, he effortlessly flipped me over on my back. Air punches out of my lungs as I gasped and futilely tried to focus on the domineering man now towering over me.I push up on my elbows to drag my eyes over him without permission. His robe hangs open just enough to expose his chest while keeping his cock hidden behind the dark fabric.I watched as he hungrily took me in with his eyes scanning every inch of my naked skin like he’s looking for a place to start a fire on me. All what his undivided attention did was to make my pussy t

LUCIANWhen I cracked an eye open the next morning, the first thing that hit me was the ache.Everywhere.My muscles protested the second I shifted, and I felt the dull soreness that was settled deep in my bones like I’d gone to war instead of spending the night in bed. Before my brain could fully wake up, my eyes moved, searching for the source of the heat beside me.I turned my head and everything came back at once.Corinne.She’s right there beside me, dead to the world. Her hair was a mess, spread out across the pillow in wild strands, framing her face in a way that looked… softer than I’ve ever seen her. A groan nearly escaped my throat when I saw the way the tangled sheets barely clung to her naked form.We had truly destroyed each other last night. If there’s one thing Corinne is an expert at, it’s pushing me past the edge of my own sanity.We’d fucked in every position I could wrap my head around, barely stopping to catch a breath between rounds. I lost count of the orgasms som

CORINNEI sat as far away from Lucian as I could on the flight back home—this is the farthest I’ve been away from him in the past two days. If I could sit in the cockpit just to get out more distance between us, I would have.Yeah, I’m avoiding him. Big time.Going back home means going back to our pretend marriage, back to the hate, back to pretending we know how to behave around each other like none of this ever happened.I’m not exactly daft, I know exactly what that forty-eight-hour fuckfest had been—a transaction.I asked him to use me to burn out his rage. He was falling apart because of the news about Elena, and I wasn’t willing to deal with a sad, moping Lucian. That was the only reason we fucked. There were no feelings involved. None.But the way he’s been watching me since we left the isle makes me want to run. It’s a burning look directed at me, almost as if he’d finally connected the dots. Like he knows that I’m in the exact same league as his late wife—that we both walked