All Chapters of The Deal with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

TARAMy brother had been all over the news since his announcement, locally and globally. Some critics were relieved, but some were not buying his reasons that Valentine had failed to mention the crucial information about his resignation, other than his health.Some people also believed I was the reason why my brother resigned, that I caused his declined of popularity and ratings since I arrived. A few conspiracy theorists may have believed that he was involved in a plan for regime change that could cause a constitutional crisis. “Unbelievable.” I grunted, checking the profile of the man who posted his opinion on X. “He has hundreds of thousands of followers?”“That’s enough, Tara.” Mad snatched my phone. “Instead of resting, you’re wasting your time reading conspiracy theories online.”“Aren’t you a little bit curious?” I rolled my eyes as I looked at him. Mad was so worried. This crisis in the palace had affected him, me, and everyone in the manor. “I do, but I know the truth. Thei

TARAI gasped as he raised his voice at me. I wasn’t scared or something. In fact, I was jacked up. The anticipation of being with him again made my entire senses heighten.He leaned down, leaving feathery kisses on my neck and ear, whispering, “Apologies, Duchess.” He then nipped my earlobe, making me shiver. I sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m doing it now.” We made it to the 20th day without sex. It was hard, but it was mostly harder for him.When the result of my last appointment was great, and I was advised that I could do the things I was restricted from, the first thing that came to mind was Mad.He pulled away, his gaze blazing with lust. “Hurry up.”“Geez.” I wasn’t wearing much but a babydoll nightie and a thong because I knew it should happen tonight, and it felt like it was our first night or prehoneymoon if there was something like thatI was so nervous, like a virgin nervous. I pulled off the garment, leaving only my thong. I heard him take a sharp breath. A slow, wicked

MADAs I established a harder rhythm, I drove into her deep and hard with all my longing for her for days in each stroke. The pleasure built up slowly, maddeningly, painstakingly.“Fuck.” This angle made my head spin as she was gripping me tighter, which sharpened the hunger inside me. “Oh, God. Mad, don’t stop,” she said in her moans, pushing her ass into me as I hit her most sensitive spot. Her moan grew even louder with each thrust. My heart pounded so hard as I increased my pace, fucking her harder enough for us to bounce on the bed. “God, yes! Yes! Yes!” She dropped her head down, pressed against the mattress, breathing hard. “Mad, I’m so close.”“Hold on. Give me your mouth.” I wiped the hair off her face. When she obeyed, I kissed her hard enough that it would bruise her lips. Each thrust, she ground her pussy against the mattress, seeking relief for her aching clit.I let her hands go and slid my hand between her thighs, stroking her clit. She groaned into my mouth, her bod

MADWatching her obey made my dick jerk in my pants. I knew Tara had little experience with men, yet she sucked me and fucked me like a pro. Her body was lush and gorgeous. She was hot and sexy, and I loved every inch of her, from her sexy moan to her flushed skin when she lost herself in pleasure.And seeing her clean pink pussy ignited every nerve ending in my body, making my dick hard. It took all of my self-control not to eat her until she came in my mouth and fucked her raw after. If it weren’t for the fact that we had dinner with her parents and the ambassador to attend to, and it was rude to be late, I would already be feasting on her sweet pussy like my favorite dessert.I licked my dry lips as I watched the rise and fall of her chest speed up. But I just couldn’t help it. I pressed a soft kiss on her pussy, making her gasp. If I couldn’t eat her, at least I kept the taste of her pussy on my lips before I ate dinner.“Mad.” Her voice was cracking. Her toes curled against the

MAD“Relax.” I scooped a small slice of Serevian fruit dessert and offered it to her. “I love it. Not too sweet, and the taste of the fruits isn’t overwhelming.”Her cheeks flushed, her eyes looked wild. She swallowed hard before parting her lips, taking the spoonful of the sweet into her mouth.I smiled, watching her chew while gripping me under the table. “More?”She shook her head. “I’m full. Thank you, my love.” She then watched everyone and leaned close to me, her gaze begging. “It’s too much. Please turn it off?”“Really?” I smiled sweetly, whispering to her ear, “Tell me if you’re wet.”She took deep breaths, eyes half-lidded, lips pressed together. “Tell me, then I’ll stop it.” Tara didn’t respond, challenging me, denying the pleasure she felt, thinking what I was doing was torture. She could also be pushing herself to the limit, testing how far she could go, or following my advice to take control.“Tara?” So, I moved my hand up, just a mere thread to her pussy. Her face wa