All Chapters of Marry me; The Billionaire's contract : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Strip

**ANASTASIA** I stepped into the living room. The house was eerily quiet. I fidgeted with my fingers. *Marcus.* It had been three years. I remembered vividly how he’d left, how we’d fought over my engagement to Leonard. He’d hated that I was marrying him, and back then I’d been so in love I couldn’t see the asshole for what he really was. So Marcus had walked away. I balled my fists at my sides and climbed the stairs. Would he even want to see me? If he’d been against Leonard, he would be livid about my marriage to Dominic—the most morally gray man on earth. He must have found out. Our wedding had been splashed across every platform: the city’s golden couple. I bit the inside of my cheek. My phone dinged in my hand. I lifted it and read the message glowing on the screen. DOMINIC: Come to my room. My mind instantly flashed back to yesterday—my hand wrapped around his cock. Did he want a repeat? Heat flooded my cheeks. *Fuck.* I was supposed to be the experienced o

A man's touch

ANASTASIA I smirked as I walked out of his room, past his assistant in the halls. The second he saw me step out with my shirt disheveled and a few buttons loose, he looked away. I kept walking, the carpet soft under my bare feet. My mind went back to the way Dominic’s eyes had widened when the tables turned. I continued working the buttons of my shirt when realization hit me. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d worn one that morning. When I stripped I’d taken it off. My bra was still lying somewhere in his room, probably half under the bed or tossed near the chair. I stopped. Glanced back at his door. What if he was angry because of what I’d done? Should I even be worried about that? That he’d want to pay me back for it? Walking back in there would be like walking into a lion’s den on my own accord. I bit down on my lip and kept going. My nipples were hard. They ached, still swollen from his hands. Every time the fabric brushed them a sharp pulse went through me, the same way i

Incompetent bunch

DOMINIC I stayed at the corner of the hallway, out of sight. I’d heard every fucking sound. The soft gasps at first. Then the louder ones. The way her voice cracked when she got close. And then she was screaming—properly screaming—at the top of her lungs like she didn’t give a single shit who might hear. I didn’t move. Not even when I heard her door open. Not when she checked the empty hallway. Not when she shut it again. Only then did I step out from the corner. I walked toward her door and stopped right in front of it. She’d been the one who started it. She’d been the one who licked my chin and made me freeze. And now she was in her room, fingers probably still wet, breathing hard on the other side of the wood while the memory of my hands on her was still fresh. Why the fuck had I stayed and listened? I glanced down. My cock was hard, straining against my pants, the outline clear even in the low light. I shifted my weight, trying to ease the pressure, but it only

Rich snubs

ANASTASIAI raised the cup to my lips. I could feel everyone's gaze trained on me. I hated rooms like this and parties like these. My dress was so fucking tight I could barely feel my ass in it. I glanced across from me. Eunice wore a smile like it was the only expression she could afford to make as she answered questions from the other ladies. I bit into a cookie. She conveniently mentioned her pregnancy every two seconds.“I'm really glad you came, Miss Brooks,” said a lady behind me. I swore she had introduced herself when I walked in here, but I could hardly remember her name.“Miss Brooks, we must have pulled you away from your husband's arms rather abruptly, considering how close the news says you are,” Georgia said.News?She was making it clear they didn't believe Dominic was in love with me. I raised my cup to my lips, showing off the ring on my finger.“I've been cooped up in the mansion for too long. I could use some fresh air,” I said with a smile.Fresh air indeed. I had

Belongs to me

DOMINIC The elevator doors slid open. I stepped into the underground parking garage without breaking stride. My driver was already waiting beside the black Mercedes, one hand on the rear door. “Sir.” I got in without acknowledging him. The door shut behind me, sealing out the noise of the city. “Home.” “Yes, Mr. Blackwood.” The car pulled away from the building, weaving through afternoon traffic. Glass towers gave way to tree-lined roads as we left the business district. I leaned back against the leather seat, fingers tapping a slow, impatient rhythm against my thigh. She hadn’t asked for my permission. Anastasia had simply disappeared. My jaw tightened. Did I push her too hard? Did my touch scare her that much? My hands tightened on the wheels, that's impossible, just yesterday she was shamelessly touching herself because of my touch. The iron gates of Blackwood Manor slid open. The Mercedes rolled to a smooth stop beneath the front entrance. The driver hurried arou

You belong to me

ANASTASIA I could feel Dominic’s grip tighten around my wrist. I hated the way his fingers locked there, like I was something he owned. How had he found me? I had left the house quietly, slipped past the guards, made sure no maid saw me. My heart hammered. Would Dominic really ruin the Graysons because of my carelessness? I couldn’t let that happen. The Graysons depended too much on the real-estate market, and the Blackwoods controlled the entire market. I was doing this for Marcus. I let him drag me to the car. I could hear the murmurs from the balcony. I craned my neck and saw the women standing there, eyes fixed on me with pure hatred. I’d gladly give up my marriage for them, to take the exclusive spot beside this arrogant block of ice. My eyes fell on Eunice. She wasn’t murmuring. She stood a little apart from the others, one hand resting lightly on the railing, her gaze locked on mine. Like she had been waiting for this exact moment. Like watching Dominic drag me ac

Expiration date

ANASTASIAMy grip tightened around the fork as I picked at the lettuce. I hated the bland taste, I hated the salty taste of the sauce, and hated the man sitting at the head of the table even more.I hated the fact that the dress I was wearing was probably fitted with a tracker. It made me feel like a labeled item someone had placed on a shelf and claimed as their property.My jaw clenched as I forced another bite down.The guards had been replaced that morning, and at least that was a relief. I hadn’t received a text from Marcus either, though I wasn’t sure it would have made much of a difference.I glanced at Dominic.He sat with his usual reserved posture, his features clean and composed. He looked like the perfect reflection of the man in the papers, except for the red bruise on his bottom lip where I had bitten him.I wished I had bitten harder, maybe torn some flesh to leave a permanent mark.His eyes snapped toward mine. I looked away.“You don’t like the breakfast?” he asked.“

Train of thoughts

DOMINIC If I said I kissed her—or told her to step away—because she wouldn’t stop talking, I’d be lying. It was probably because her face hovered over mine, her lips parting as she spoke. I could see the soft pink inside her mouth, and before I could think better of it, I leaned up, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her down. My lips crashed against hers. I moved my mouth over hers, and the moment I slipped my tongue into her mouth, she jerked away as though the kiss had shocked her. Her eyes widened. Her lips remained slightly parted. “Stop doing that,” she muttered, her chest rising and falling as colour crept into her cheeks. The flustered look suited her more than any expression she’d ever worn. “Doing what?” I asked, reaching for the barbell and lifting it again as though I hadn’t just kissed her. “Kissing me.” She glared down at me. “I have permission to do more than that.” I shrugged before lifting the barbell with a low grunt. She continued glaring

Flustered

DOMINICThe maid who’d gone upstairs to call her for dinner returned a few minutes later with her eyes glued to the floor and her fingers fidgeting nervously in front of her.“Where is she?” I asked.“She... she said she wasn’t hungry,” the maid replied, nervously stumbling over her words.Anastasia wouldn’t be that nice. She’d rather tell me to fuck myself.“Her exact words?” I asked coldly.The maid gulped, her eyes briefly lifting to mine before dropping to the floor again.“Mrs. Blackwood... she said...” Her fingers twisted together as she struggled to get the words out. “She said you should fuck yourself and... and shove your food up your ass.”I chuckled. That sounded like her.I turned to the maid, who was staring at me with wide eyes as though she expected me to be angry.“Clear the table,” I ordered.The maids immediately moved around the dining room, gathering the untouched plates and carrying them toward the kitchen while I remained seated, my gaze fixed on the empty chair

Yatch

ANASTASIAThe entire dining room was filled with nothing but the scrape of my fork against the plate as I ate. I could hear myself chewing, hear every swallow, and that was how painfully silent this villa had become.It had been two days without Wi-Fi, without a phone, and without any access to the outside world. Dominic had practically cut me off from everyone, as though he was slowly conditioning me to accept being nothing more than his captive.The last time I saw him was two nights ago.He had kissed me, and when I opened my eyes, the warmth on his face had disappeared. His expression had turned cold before he walked out of the room without offering a single explanation for why the fuck he had kissed me so gently in the first place.I hadn’t slept properly since then, half-expecting him to walk into my room and kiss me again.At least I could finally breathe without his overbearing presence looming over me. Even Rita hadn’t come around, and I couldn’t stop wondering what he had sa

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