All Chapters of The Deal with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

TARAMad pushed my head down, one hand on my hip, fingers gripping it tight, digging into my flesh as he pounded harder into me. I writhed beneath him as the sensation intensified. I was so aroused, swollen, and drenched that it should be embarrassing, but it made the friction of his thrusts feel so good that my body craved for more.“You like it, don’t you, my love?” This endearment made me feel even more special and wet.When nothing came out from me other than moans, he spanked me in the ass. It stung at first, and then he did again and again because he did not hear me complain. He knew I began to like it.My head dropped, my face pressing against the pillow as he rubbed the spot where he spanked me. It was raw and hot, the burning sensation sent electricity right into my core, heightening the pulsation in my clit.“Mad.” I moaned louder. “Please?” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I bet he did. The fact that his fat cock was ginormous and as hard as steel, penetrating me

TARA“Can you lower your voice?” Valentine said as if I would still listen to him.“Does Simone Rupert know your secret?”He shook his head. “I didn’t want Madden to meet Dad.”“Was that why you faked everything and deepfaked his face?”“Can we not talk about all of this here?”Enraged, I shook my head in disappointment. “You shouldn’t have kidnapped me, brother. I loved you. I looked up to you. You were my big brother. You should have been honest with me from the start. I would have supported your choices, but ruining my life for your own benefits? Screw you! Fuck you! And know this, brother, if something bad happens to me, everyone in my house, even the Ambassador, knows what you did. I have a stash of files that can ruin your life, and nothing can fix your little perfect prince image.”As I walked towards the door, he called my name. “I was afraid you’d see me differently.”I turned my head at him. “Being different is what makes us unique, Val. I don’t care if you’re gay or pan. I

MADFucking shitheads!Watching her go through tremendous pain gave a dreadful ache in my chest. I sat up at the edge of the bed, watching her sleep with a little frown on her face. I pondered if I could use that new information to bring Valentine on my side to end this threat that had been looming over the horizon.I pressed a kiss on her forehead before I got up. At the same time, my phone vibrated.LINDEN: Your request is declined.“Son of a bitch.” Could this day get any better?I found a table in the corner and started scribbling. It had been months since I was able to hold a pen and paper to sketch something. It felt good, though, as I took my mind away from Tara’s sibling issue for a while.An hour had passed, and I created something surprisingly wonderful. I checked the time on my watch. It was dinner, and I just received a text from Nites. I put my clothes on and left the room. Before I could knock, Olive opened the door.“Hi.”“How’s she?” She widened the door open.“She’s

TARA“Are you ready for the gala this weekend?” Olive asked.“Ugh.” I sighed exasperatingly. “I don’t know how to get rid of being a people pleaser. I think there’s something wrong with me. It’s hard for me to say no to. I always prioritize others’ needs over my own.”“I don’t think you’re like that, babe. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”“I am like this, Olive, because I’m always obedient and afraid of making myself look bad to the public, and I’m also scared of displeasing my family and partner. I think I have low self-esteem, and I seek validation.”“Babe.” Olive looked worried. “So, to answer your question. No. Not even remotely close, but for the causes, I will show up with a thicker skin and bright smile.”“It will fund a children’s hospital and an orphanage,” she said. “I actually didn’t know what to order. So, do you like the food?”“Yeah. I love the veggies. The salad is good. You?” I looked at Mad, who was eating, but something in his mind. I didn’t realize there was just me

TARA“That’s enough!” Valentine slammed his hand against the table. The flower vase shook, but he didn’t scare me anymore. His little stunt didn’t even bother me or make me flinch. “You’re being rude. You can’t insult me like this, and you don’t have the right to disrespect me. I’m still—”“The Crown Prince?” From my peripheral vision, Mad shifted his posture. His nose flared at my brother, and his jaw flexed in anger. “You are also my brother. And your titles don’t shake me, Valentine Ambrosius. In fact, to me, you’re nothing but a pariah, a fraud, hiding behind his titles and using them to manipulate people. You can’t control me, insult me, or belittle me anymore. Remember who took mine away? And if you’re so brave, why don’t you come out in public?”He stood up harshly, causing the chair to fall. His chest heaved as he glared at me. “This conversation is going nowhere!”“Because you haven’t told me why you are here!” I also stood up, challenging him. He then snapped his head at Ma