All Chapters of My Husband's Billionaire Boss Shouldn't Know How I Taste : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

[Alma]"Please do. I want to feel your cum deep inside me."He hovered over me, the weight of him suspended just above my body like a promise I had already surrendered to. His gaze dropped to me slowly, dark and unreadable, before he guided himself to my entrance with deliberate control—like he was trying to ruin me in the most patient way possible.I expected him to lose control. To take me the way he usually did—fast, brutal, unforgiving. The kind of pace that left me breathless, shaking, barely remembering my own name.But instead, he claimed my lips.His mouth covered mine in a kiss so deep it stole the air from my lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was consuming. Possessive. His tongue slid against mine as if he was trying to taste every thought I had left.At the same time, he pushed into me slowly.So slowly.My entire body reacted instantly, hips lifting on instinct, but his hand came down to hold me in place with quiet authority. He kept me exactly where he wanted me

[Alma]My nerves were right there at the tip of my tongue as the driver of the black car finally pulled away from the curb and merged into traffic. The moment the car began moving, I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and sank deeper into the leather headrest behind me.The city blurred past the tinted windows.Beside me, Mr Steele reached out and pulled the window glass back up.The same window he'd intentionally rolled down when he beckoned for Mason.Couldn't he have told him whatever he wanted over the phone?Or later?I didn't know how but he kept Mason out of the way until we stepped out of the plane and got into the car."You didn't have to push the glass down you know, " I whispered, smoothing my hand over my dress as I tried to focus on the window.Silence.My brow creased as I shifted my gaze toward him and his eyes were already fixed on his phone, his hand dancing across the keyboard like he didn't give a single care in the world.The look of the man who h

[Alma]His jaw locked.A muscle ticked beneath his cheek.My pulse began hammering against my ribs.His hand slowly curled into a fist at his side.The movement was small.Barely noticeable.But I saw it.I shifted nervously on my aching feet and opened my lips, intending to apologize.Nothing came out.The words simply died in my throat.Then—Ding.The elevator doors slid open.The sound cut through the tension like a knife.His eyes blinked once.Twice.As though he'd been pulled out of somewhere far away.A slow breath escaped him.He dragged a hand across his jaw before shutting his eyes briefly.When he opened them again, that darkness was gone.Not entirely.But enough.Enough that I could breathe again.Enough that he looked like himself."The door's open. Step out."His voice was calm.Almost unsettlingly calm considering what had just passed between us.I swallowed hard and looked away.'Alma.'The warning echoed immediately inside my head.'None of your business.''Absolute

[Alma]My stomach rumbled loudly I almost cursed myself for not stuffing enough food into it when I should have.But how the hell was I supposed to do that when I was seated on his lap, feeling his bulge rising beneath me? The last thing on my mind back there was food, and now I have to deal with the fucking consequences because it’s been over two fucking hours since he said a cook would bring my food up.My jaw clenched as I stared around the fucking kitchen for the umpteenth time, every single thing was empty."Is he really serious right now?" I choked out, wrapping my hand around my stomach. "How the hell would he lock me up here to starve to death?" I swallowed, already making up my mind on what to do.I had barely taken a few steps when a ringtone cut through the silence.I froze mid-step.My eyes snapped toward the phone hanging loosely on the wall—something I hadn’t even noticed earlier.My brow furrowed slightly as I moved toward it, pulling it off the hook.The screen lit u

[Alma]With every bite that touched my tongue, the feeling in my chest tugged harder and harder, pulling at something I couldn't quite explain. This was becoming too much to be a coincidence.I hated too much seasoning on my pasta. I absolutely hated it. Most restaurants seemed determined to drown their dishes in enough herbs and spices to make every bite taste the same, which was exactly why I only ever visited two restaurants in Crestfall City. Two. Of all the restaurants in the entire city, there were only two places I trusted enough to order pasta from because they always got it right.Not close.Not almost.Right.The exact amount of seasoning I'd add if I were standing in my own kitchen making it myself. Just enough to bring out the flavour without overwhelming it. Just enough for the cream and parmesan to still exist instead of getting buried beneath a mountain of spices. It was ridiculous how particular I was about it. Elara constantly laughed at me for it. Sienna called me im