You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 36

My throat dries instantly. Before I can speak, Isaac's hand slips into mine, warm and steady. His thumb sweeps over my knuckles, grounding me."Everything's going great," he answers for us both, projecting the confidence I lack. "We're very happy and settling in well."Papa beams. "I'm glad to hear it."But when I glance at Oleg, I catch a flicker in his expression. It disappears too quickly to name, and I wonder whether I truly saw it or merely. projected my own fears.Even so, something about the way his gaze slides between us feels off. It's that familiar, calculated look, like he's taking mental notes to file away for later.I shift in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable. I don't want him here, cataloging my marriage and forming opinions he has no right to.Papa clasps his hands together, resting them on the desk. "So, what's the occasion? You don't usually stop by unannounced."I open my mouth, then close it.Breathe, Katya,I tell myself.You can do this.I square my shoulders. Isaac's

Stay vigilant.The Battle of Caporetto: Italy's Greatest Defeat in World War 1The Battle of Passchendaele: The Third Battle of Ypres ExplainedItaly's Role in World War I: From Neutrality to Victory and DisillusionmentThis is about far more than a territory war. Whoever keeps attacking us is sending a message. They want to prove they can outmaneuver me. Maybe they think I've gone soft. I've only been married a month so maybe they think that means I'm distracted or weak.Unfortunately, they have no idea what they've awakened. Being married to Katya, having a baby on the way, those things give me everything to lose. And that makes me lethal.Later that evening I'm lighting the last candle on the dining-room table when Maude walks in."I've left your plates in the oven, and dessert is in the fridge. Do you need anything else?""That's all, Maude. Thank you," I say as she holds out her hand for the lighter.I hand it over. She nods and heads back to the kitchen to tuck it into the drawe

He slips off the bed, his gaze never leaving mine, and starts unbuttoning his shirt at a maddening pace. He's teasing me, prolonging the torture until I can touch him. I refuse to break. Sitting up, I dig my fingers into the sheets and watch his torturously slow striptease.I drink in the rippling muscles of his chest once the shirt is gone. I lick my lips at the sight of his powerful arms, those same arms that carried me into this room. He watches me watching him, performing solely for my pleasure.I bite my lip when my gaze lands on his happy trail, and he unhooks the button of his trousers with agonizing leisure, asthough unwrapping a gift. He is the present, and I'm the greedy recipient.No matter how many times we do this, or how many times we will, I love the sight of his erect cock. The curvaceous member is eager to enter me as it's already glistening with pre-cum when he frees it from his boxers. I rub my thighs together for a scrap of friction as I feel the heat in my stomach