All Chapters of VENGEANCE IN HIS BED: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The kitchen was a graveyard of crumbling pride as Holloway scrambled forward, her robe fluttering like a broken wing as she reached for Ethan’s arm, her voice a desperate, frantic trill. "Mr Vale, please, I’m…"He didn't let her finish, he just cut her off with a single, icy look of pure revulsion that seemed to physically push her back. Without a word, he grabbed the bowl of fruit and the pitcher, shoving the freshly made drink down the sink with a violent splash. He turned on his heel and strode out of the kitchen, his silhouette radiating a cold, lethal fury that left the room feeling sub-zero.Holloway stood trembling, her face a mask of ashen humiliation, before her gaze snapped to mine. I stood there, arms crossed, staring at her with a look that was less pity and more mockery."You are absolutely shameless," I said, my voice cutting through the hum of the refrigerator. "To be this obsessed with your boss... I was right about you all along. What’s the matter? Is the groundskeepe

The silence in the mansion felt so heavy, pressing against my eardrums the moment I stepped out of my room. With Beatrice gone, the house had lost its only layer of warmth. The grand hallways felt longer, the shadows deeper, and the air carried a sharp, sterile chill that made me pull my sweater tighter around my body. There was no distant sound of her laughter, no gentle scent of roses lingering in the air. It was just a massive, hollow fortress of marble and dark wood, and I was trapped inside it with a tyrant.Leo was still sound asleep upstairs, completely wiped out from the morning, so I used the quiet to slip down to the kitchen. My body was still incredibly sore, every step a dull reminder of how ruthlessly Ethan had possessed me the night before. I needed something to properly wake me up, to clear the fog of frustration and lingering heat out of my head.I stood by the marble island, the low hum of the espresso machine the only sound breaking the stillness as a dark stream of

I unlocked the deadbolt and turned the knob, pulling the door inward. The moment the latch clicked open, a heavy, towering weight stumbled forward, almost flattening me. He lurched over my frame, his equilibrium completely shot. The intoxicating scent of his smoky oud perfume was entirely overpowered by the sharp, burning aroma of expensive whiskey radiating from his skin.Reacting on pure instinct, I threw my arms around his broad shoulders, planting my feet firmly to catch him and hold him steady against my body. He let out a low, heavy groan, sinking his face directly into the crook of my neck. He inhaled sharply against my bare skin, his hot breath sending a violent, electric tremor straight down to my thighs.Once his heavy frame seemed stable enough, I reached up, my palms cupping his stubble-roughened jaw to gently lift his head. "Uhmm… are you okay?" I whispered, my eyes searching his features in the dim light.He didn't answer, he simply raised his eyelids, his dark, usually

We stepped out onto the gravel driveway, where Ethan’s sleek, black luxury SUV was waiting, its engine idling with a low, powerful hum. The driver held the heavy door open for us, and I guided Leo into the very back row, the second passenger seat of the spacious cabin. A second later, Ethan climbed in, his massive presence immediately dominating the vehicle as he settled into the first back seat directly in front of us. The door clicked shut with an airtight seal, isolating us completely from the rest of the world, and the driver smoothly pulled out of the estate gates.The initial portion of the ride was wrapped in a suffocating, dense quiet. Ethan didn't waste a single second, he immediately pulled out his tablet, his thumb scrolling ruthlessly through corporate documents, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line. Trying to ignore the sharp scent of his cologne filling the enclosed space, I turned my attention to Leo. I held his small, soft hand in mine, slowly caressing the back of h

The persistent, piercing vibration of the phone against the mahogany nightstand shattered the hazy, drug-like fog of our rhythm. Ethan’s jaw tightened, a flash of pure irritation crossing his darkened features. Without dislodging himself from inside me, he reached out with one long, muscular arm and grabbed the device. He glanced at the glowing screen, and the sudden rigidity in his spine told me the caller was someone he couldn't afford to ignore.He slid the bar to answer, pressing the phone to his ear. "Speak," he commanded, his voice remarkably steady and gravelly, carrying that familiar, unyielding authority despite the blistering heat radiating between our lower bodies.I didn't dare to stop. Driven by an insatiable, desperate ache, I slowly shifted my weight, lifting and dropping my hips in an agonizingly gentle, deliberate grind. I locked my jaw, swallowing every rising moan and keeping my breathing strictly shallow, ensuring not a single sound betrayed what we were doing to w