All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Christopher’s POV "My role? What... what do you mean? What do I need to do?" I asked, my voice shaking as I struggled to keep it steady. Elena leaned back in her seat, her gaze cutting right through my soul as she dropped the ultimate bombshell. “You need to get married to fix this mess completely, Christopher. I want you to fix an official marriage date with your girlfriend, Clara Brown. A legal, highly publicized marriage is the only thing that will permanently secure your moral standing and protect our mutual business interests.” I choked on my own breath, the room suddenly feeling devoid of air. Marriage? To Clara? I was completely lost in thought, my mind spinning so fast I could barely believe my ears. I was utterly paralyzed because there was absolutely no way in hell I could do this. Just two nights ago, I'd had one heck of a rough, crazy, unhinged sex with my best friend. God, it was the most forbidden thing ever—having sex with Duncan—and I swear, I don't even

Lisa's POV I slowly stepped into Vincent's space, the sharp click of my heels swallowed by the thick silence of the cabin.I let my hand glide up his chest, my fingers lingering over the open collar of his white shirt, feeling the rapid, heavy beat of his heart.Then I tilted my head back, looking up at him with a slow, mocking challenge in my eyes as I deliberately pressed the soft, aching curve of my body against his rigid frame, daring him to make the first move.“Show me how bad you want it,” I whispered, my voice a dark, teasing purr against his skin.And that was his breaking point.Before I could even draw another breath, Vincent claimed my lips.He didn't just kiss me—he ruined me. His mouth crashed onto mine with a relentless, devouring hunger, instantly forcing my lips apart with a rough, dominant slide of his tongue.I gasped into his mouth, and he took full advantage of it, invading me deeper, tasting of rich tobacco and mint. His teeth scraped lightly against my bottom l

Lisa's POV "Look at me, Lisa," Vincent commanded softly, his tone brook no argument.I forced my heavy eyelids open, my vision blurry with tears of pure frustration and pleasure. Vincent was staring down at me, his face just inches away, watching the way my lips parted with every ragged breath, watching my chest heave against the air."Tell me who owns this body," he demanded, his thumb suddenly pressing down hard against my clit, holding it steady while his index finger slid slightly into the tight, soaking entrance of my pussy."Ah! God... Vincent..." I cried out, my hips jerking violently against his hand. The sudden sensation of his finger stretching my wet entrance while his thumb pinned my clit made my vision go temporarily black. "You... you do. You bastard, you know you do.""Good girl," he murmured, a dangerous satisfaction burning in his eyes.He resumed the motion, but this time, it was faster, rougher, entirely unapologetic. His thumb rubbed up and down in a straight, he

Lisa's POV My eyes rolled back, my fingers clawing frantically at the smooth leather of the couch as every single millimeter of Vincent's thick, throbbing cock buried itself deep inside my soaking wet pussy."Oh my god! Vincent! Vincent!" I wailed, my legs shaking uncontrollably where they were wrapped tightly around his broad hips. "You're splitting me open... you're too deep, you bastard!"Vincent didn't pull back. He stayed completely buried inside me, his chest heaving as he locked his massive hands around my waist, pinning my hips flat against the plush leather. His bare skin was slick with sweat, the dark tattoos across his shoulders shifting as he leaned down, his face just inches from mine. That dark, unhinged smirk was pinned to his lips, his eyes completely consumed by a predatory, dominant hunger."I told you to get ready, Lisa," he growled, his voice a raw, gravelly vibration against my lips. "You wanted the real thing? You wanted to stop playing games? This is it. Eve

Lisa's POV The last memory I had was the suffocating warmth of a thick blanket wrapped around my aching body, as I fell asleep in Vincent’s arms.When my eyes slowly fluttered open, the familiar hum of the aircraft was gone.I wasn't in the sky anymore. I was lying in the middle of a massive king-sized bed covered with soft black sheets. The room smelled clean and fresh It was Vincent's bedroom. We were home.A dull, throbbing ache spread through my lower back and deep between my thighs, a heavy reminder of the rough, exhausting, relentless pounding Vincent had put me through during our flight back.My body felt ridiculously sore, every muscle feeling like lead as I tried to shift. I looked down at myself and realized someone had changed my clothes.It had to be Vincent.He must have been the one who changed me. He must have put these clothes on me while I was unconscious.I was wearing a light pink nightgown made of thin, transparent silk that left almost nothing to the imagination