Billionaire's Prisoner のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

***Warning Mature Content AheadDamien kissed all over her face and his hands wandered above her waist and rested on her breast. That was the first time a man touched her breast, and it felt electric.But there’s no time for her to stop and feel for everything. They kiss so intensely. It felt like he was engulfing her whole. His saliva is all over her face and he let her barely breathe.She realized that he’d been holding his desire. Her face burned once the kiss ended. She felt something in the pit of her stomach and she’s wet down there. She could feel that she’s aroused. He looks at her. His eyes were dark with desire. He wanted her and she wanted him. There’s no stopping now. “You ready for this?” he asks. “Yes,” “Cynthia, you need…” Cynthia stopped him by kissing him passionately. He understood how much she wanted this and that turned him on even more. Every fiber in his body is throbbing in desire. He want her no matter.He took off her t-shirt. Since she’s not wearing any

Cynthia returned to the estate in the afternoon.The moment she entered her room, she noticed that everything was exactly as she had left it. Her books were still scattered near the bedside table, her art supplies were arranged in the corner, and the clothes she had left behind were still where they belonged.She closed the door behind her and slowly walked toward the bed.She sat down and then fell back against the mattress, staring at the ceiling.Her mind immediately returned to breakfast.Damien had been perfectly fine in the morning. He had smiled at her, held her hand, and looked at her with the same warmth she had become accustomed to.Then she had mentioned her father.Everything had changed.His expression.His voice.Even the way he looked at her."Maybe that's the problem," she whispered.Her father's name.Cynthia closed her eyes.She had no idea what connection existed between Damien and Thomas Hart, but there clearly was one. She had noticed it before, but this time it f

The next morning, Cynthia woke with a dull headache.She opened her eyes slowly and remained in bed for a moment, trying to shake off the heaviness in her body. Her head felt warm, and there was a slight ache running through her muscles.She finally got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.After taking an aspirin from the medicine cabinet, she stepped into the shower, hoping the warm water would make her feel better.It helped a little.When she came out, she changed into comfortable clothes and tied her damp hair loosely behind her head. She still didn't feel completely well, but the medicine was beginning to take effect.She went downstairs.The estate was unusually quiet.Cynthia walked into the dining room and sat at the table. She didn't have much appetite, but she knew she needed to eat something.The maid noticed her almost immediately."Miss Cynthia, are you feeling all right?"Cynthia gave her a small smile."I'm fine. Just a little tired."The maid looked at her face."

By afternoon, Cynthia was feeling a little better.The fever had gone down, although her body still felt weak and heavy. The maid had brought her a bowl of hot soup along with some medicine, insisting that she eat before taking it.Cynthia had thanked her and slowly finished the soup.After taking the medicine, she returned to her bed with the book she had been reading and tried to lose herself in the pages.For a while, it worked.Then she heard footsteps approaching her room.She looked up.The footsteps stopped outside her door.A second later, the door swung open.Damien stood there.His expression changed the moment he saw her.He smiled.It was the same warm smile she had become so used to seeing from him.But Cynthia couldn't return it.She simply stared at him.Damien noticed immediately.He walked into the room and closed the door behind him.His eyes fell on the medicine and the glass of water sitting on the table."Are you sick?"Cynthia nodded."I had a little fever."His

Two days passed.The estate had never felt so quiet.Cynthia and Damien barely spoke during those two days. They lived under the same roof, walked through the same rooms, and sometimes passed each other in the hallway, but it felt as though an invisible wall had risen between them.Damien no longer slept beside her.The first night, Cynthia had waited for him.She had stayed awake longer than usual, listening for his footsteps, expecting the door to open.It never did.The second night, she didn't wait.She simply turned off the light and went to sleep.She didn't ask him why.Breakfast had changed too.They used to sit together, sometimes talking about nothing important, sometimes teasing each other. Damien would watch her eat and make some comment about how much food she could finish.Now he ate alone.Or sometimes he didn't eat at all.Damien had buried himself in work.He spent most of his time inside his office, surrounded by files, phone calls, meetings, and endless screens. He