All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S MIDNIGHT QUEEN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Gabriel POV)I stand by the floor to ceiling windows of my penthouse, holding the phone in my hand as I look out over the dark ocean. The waves roll steadily below, catching faint glimmers of the stars, while the night sky stretches wide above with stars twinkling brightly. It’s a peaceful view that usually helps me clear my head but tonight my thoughts feel heavy and restless.I run my hands on my muscular chest, wishing it was Claire's. I really want that woman that I can't think straight anymore.“You know it’s a surprise,” I say into the phone, keeping my voice light with a teasing tone. “I can’t tell you now, it would spoil the fun.”Claire laughs softly on the other end, and the warm sound travels straight through me. “Alright, I love surprises though, good ones. Well, I have to go now. I have work tomorrow.”I smile as I listen to her, I can hear the faint sound of ocean waves. “I’m the CEO, Claire.”She chuckles again, relaxed and playful. “What now? Do you encourage latenes

(Claire POV)My eyes crack open as the alarm blares from my phone. I groan and reach for it on the nightstand, silencing the noise before I sit up. It is only six in the morning. I toss the phone aside and lean back against the headboard, rubbing my eyes while I push my messy hair out of my face.For a long moment I just sit there, letting my thoughts drift. Damien’s betrayal still sits inside me, making my heart beat with fresh anger. I want to crush him, to make him suffer and destroy him completely. What I did a few nights ago at the banquet feels like nothing. I want him to lose everything completely.I run my fingers across my lips and smile, Gabriel’s kiss from the other night lingers in my memory. He is smart but he also knows exactly how to kiss a woman until her whole body responds. I nearly let things go further in his car, if I had not held back, we would have crossed that line right there. The thought makes me laugh softly to myself.Still, I remind myself why I started

(Damien's POV)The man in the mirror looks wrecked, like a train slammed straight through him and left nothing worth saving. I sigh deeply and straighten my jacket, eyes locked on the hollow reflection staring back, days have dragged by since that nightmare at the banquet, yet the shame still sits in my gut, refusing to let go. Sleep has become a stranger. I have spent every waking hour in back-to-back meetings, trying to convince investors not to jump ship and giving interview after interview to fight the video that keeps spreading like poison.I turn away from the mirror and adjust my tie with sharp tugs. This feels like the worst spot I have been in since Claire walked out on me. How hard could it have been for her to just accept an open marriage? She should have felt grateful I even suggested it instead of blowing everything up, now the whole world paints me as some selfish bastard because of what she did. A fresh ache throbs around my temples, making it harder to focus on how

(Gabriel POV)The coffee stain spreads dark across the front of her dress but I cannot bring myself to care about the mess. All I see is Claire standing there in front of me, chest rising and falling fast, her eyes locked on mine with that same burning hunger I have been fighting for weeks. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might break through my ribs. I have wanted this woman since the day she walked into my office and turned everything upside down. Every stolen glance, every brush of our hands, every late night working close together has built this fire between us, and right now I do not have the strength to hold it back any longer.“Claire,” I say, my voice coming out low and rough. “Tell me to stop and I will, I swear I will walk away right now.”She does not tell me to stop, her gaze drops to my mouth for a second, then lifts again and that small movement snaps whatever control I have left. I step forward, cup her face with both hands, and kiss her hard, the moment our

(Gabriel POV)I ignore the ringing phone, it vibrates on the desk like an annoying pest but I have no plans to stop. Claire rides me hard, her tight pussy gripping my cock with every bounce, her breasts press against my chest, nipples hard from my mouth. I grab her ass with both hands and thrust up deeper, making her gasp."Fuck the phone," I growl against her neck. "You're not going anywhere."She moans, her head falling back, her wet pussy squeezing me tighter, I love how she loses control like this. The phone stops ringing for a second, then starts again, I don't care. I lift her higher and slam her down on my lap, grinding her clit against me, her nails dig into my shoulders. Sweat glistens on her skin under the office lights.I stand up without pulling out, still buried deep inside her, her legs wrap around my waist. She feels light in my arms but her body shakes with need. I carry her to the wall and press her back against it, the cool surface makes her shiver. I pin her ther