The Devilish Billionaire I Hooked On Valentine
“Where’s your fight now, wife?” Dominic's breath ghosted across my bare skin.
“Let me go. I’m warning you,” I hissed, struggling against his wrist that held both my hands above my head.
“Funny... Your upper and lower lips seem to be contradicting each other. I don’t know which to trust… maybe I should kiss both, see which one’s lying.”
“Fuck you!” I spat—only it came out more like a moan I couldn’t control.
“Yeah…” His hand tightened, holding me just enough to make my pulse pound. “Yeah… you will. You’ll beg for it.”
“You'll scream it out to the world. Tell them who you belong to,”
And it should’ve been a joke. A sick one.
Because Dominic Cantrell wasn’t someone girls like me belonged to.
He was the billionaire’s heir with a reputation that could ruin cities and rebuild them. I was a mere cleaner with a brother in debt.
But when a series of mistakes; one fight, one night, one kiss; pulls us into a contract that binds me to him for 365 days, survival becomes something I have to earn… under him.
The devil thinks I’m a pawn. He thinks he can own me, bend me, break me. He’s so wrong.
Because I'm not one of his bimbos. I'm his Kryptonite.
And one day?
I’ll make the devil kneel.
WARNING: Contains high R-rated explicit scenes.