Mr. Billionaire Is Addicted To Me
Caitlyn had never despised herself more than in the moments she found herself lost in Desmond’s commanding grip, her body betraying her resolve as he led her to a shattering climax. Night after night, she succumbed to the allure of this enigmatic and devastatingly charming body, his touch igniting a fire she couldn’t extinguish.
Desmond’s presence was intoxicating, his gentleness masking the dark power he held over her. In every corner of his sprawling, opulent house, he unraveled her, leaving her trembling, vulnerable, and raw.
But their connection wasn’t born of love—it couldn’t be. This was a game of control, a tempest of desire laced with pain. If this wasn’t just a false start, if it was something real… could they have had a chance at something more? Could she have loved him, or was she forever trapped in his shadow? Caitlyn had never dared to entertain the thought. After all, Desmond wasn’t a savior. He wasn’t her salvation.
He was a demon—a man who wielded both tenderness and torment with equal mastery. And no matter how fiercely she tried to fight him—or herself—she was losing.
Desire. Fear. Possession. Could Caitlyn escape his grasp, or would she surrender everything to the one man who both destroyed and defined her?
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Chapter: 024Charles walked toward me, his steps measured, his eyes scanning me as if trying to piece together the chaos unraveling in front of him. The weight of his gaze made it impossible to look away. My body was stiff, my face flushed from the humiliation that still hung in the air, and my mind was screaming for an escape. I felt like a cornered animal. The murmurs around us continued, low and biting. I could feel the workers’ judgment piercing my skin. Every glance, every whispered word was a dagger. And then Charles’ voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Enough of the drama, everyone!” he shouted, his tone sharp and commanding. The entire room fell silent instantly, the air heavy with fear. “If anyone says one more word against her, they’ll lose their job. Try me!” The silence that followed was deafening. The power Charles exuded was palpable, and even I found myself frozen in place. I could barely believe what I’d just heard. My heart pounded, but it wasn’t fear this time—it
Last Updated: 2024-12-12
Chapter: 023I barely noticed when Desmond emerged from the bathroom, looking pristine and annoyingly composed. He was fully dressed in a tailored suit, his cologne heavy and sharp enough to sting my nostrils. I couldn’t help but wonder how someone so polished could be so cruel.“There’s a closet in the bathroom,” he said coldly, his eyes barely meeting mine. “Find a dress of your size there, freshen up, and meet me in my office.”I blinked in confusion as he walked out of the room without another word. Why in the world did he have women’s clothes in his closet? The thought sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine. Still, I pulled myself together and went to the bathroom.After a quick shower, I rummaged through the closet. The dresses hung there were all too tight, too short, or too revealing. It was like picking poison. I finally settled on a tiny jumpsuit that barely reached my thighs. Tugging at the hem uselessly, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My legs were too exposed, but there wa
Last Updated: 2024-12-11
Chapter: 022I froze, my breath caught in my throat, like a character in a paused video game. My heart pounded as I turned to Desmond, who hissed under his breath, “What the fuck does he want from me now?” His irritation was clear, but it did nothing to ease the tension gnawing at me. Desmond quickly pulled away, adjusting himself, and headed towards the door. I stayed rooted to the spot, fear and guilt tightening around me like a noose. “Yes, Charles?” Desmond replied, without opening the door, his voice calm. “Is everything okay, Desmond? You called me and didn’t say a word,” Charles said from the other side. “Oh! That was a mistake dial, Charles. I was trying to call one of my staff,” Desmond lied effortlessly. “Okay. But where’s Caitlyn?” Charles asked. Hearing my name made my stomach churn. My chest tightened as guilt coursed through me. The sound of Charles’ voice, warm and familiar, now felt like a sharp blade cutting through my conscience. How could I do this to him? Desmon
Last Updated: 2024-12-10
Chapter: 021In the twinkling of an eye, Charles had picked Desmond's call, and I barely noticed at first because my mind was lost in disgust and despair as I was hating everything about this moment. I could hear Charles' calm and collected voice as Desmond had put his call on speaker. “Hello, Desmond.” Desmond was about to respond when something inside me snapped. I don’t know if it was anger, fear, or the sheer humiliation of the situation. But before I could even process it, I jumped forward, ignoring the pain in my bones. I stuffed his large cock into my petite mouth, licking and swallowing like I was an expert in what I was doing. I could feel his body tense in shock, then relax. A low, pleased moan escaped his lips. He ended the call abruptly, before Charles could hear him and tossed the phone aside. Grabbing my hair roughly, he pulled me closer, his grip controlling every movement. He moaned louder, clearly enjoying himself, while I fought back tears that threatened to spill over. I
Last Updated: 2024-12-10
Chapter: 020He wasn't the only one shocked, I was shocked at my own words too. I hadn’t expected to shout at him like that, but something in me just snapped. Maybe it was anger. Or maybe desperation for something that felt right. How could he ask me to give him a felatio? And what made him think I would? We weren’t married, and he had no intention of marrying me. What kind of demon was Desmond? What in the world did he want from me? He was a demon in human clothing, and I couldn’t understand it. My mind was racing, but everything felt blurry. I had never felt so lost and trapped in my life.Desmond stood up, his expression still cold and calculating. He pressed his hands to my face, right where the tiny wounds were, and I screamed in pain. It burned like fire. “Never you talk about marriage with me again, you get that?” he snarled. “Don’t even dream of it. I’ll never marry a harlot like you!” I could feel his spit hit my face, and I recoiled, shocked by his cruelty. Desmond pushed me to the flo
Last Updated: 2024-12-09
Chapter: 019The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. But then, as if on cue, Desmond burst into laughter—wicked, cruel laughter that sent a chill down my spine. He mocked everything I had just said, ridiculing me in the most demeaning way.“Who do you think you are to lecture me, hun?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he walked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. I took a step back, my body instinctively trying to put some distance between us, but he followed, closing the gap with each movement. “Don’t you ever in your life question me like that, you hear me?” Desmond’s tone was sharp now, his voice like ice. It made my blood run cold.Before I could react, I was pressed against the wall again, my back hitting it with a soft thud. Desmond leaned in, his lips just inches from my ear. “You are in no space to advise me,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “I don’t care
Last Updated: 2024-12-09
Chapter: A New DawnThe dining room was filled with an unspoken heaviness as Rachel, Elsa, and Uncle Mark gathered for lunch at the Norton's Mansion. Uncle Mark, leaning back thoughtfully, looked at each of his daughters with pride and empathy. Breaking the silence, he gently asked, “What’s the way forward, girls? Where do you see yourselves, now, after everything?” Elsa spoke up first, her tone determined yet reflective. “I’ve always dreamed of becoming a lawyer,” she began. “But I’ve seen what it takes to make a real name as one… the compromises, the shortcuts. I can’t become someone like Stefano McReynolds. Modeling, on the other hand,” she continued, a flicker of newfound confidence brightening her face, “it feels natural. I’ve realized it’s something I’m genuinely good at, and I want to give it everything I’ve got.” Uncle Mark smiled, his eyes warm with approval. “Elsa, whatever path you choose, know I’m standing behind you. Follow your heart, and the rest will fall into place.” Elsa’s cheeks
Last Updated: 2024-10-27
Chapter: A Miracle in Disguise Dwight was just about to leave Mandy’s rehab ward when he found the doctor waiting at the entrance. He quickly stepped aside to speak with him, concern clouding his face. “Mandy’s recovery is going well, doctor,” he began quietly. “But she’s having episodes of memory loss. She can’t remember certain events… especially losing our child. What do we do now?” The doctor raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Does she remember having a baby at all?” “Yes,” Dwight admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But she believes the baby is still in the incubator. I… I told her that, hoping it would ease her mind.” The doctor nodded, a plan forming in his mind. “In that case, there might be a way to help her continue healing,” he said carefully. “If she can’t recall losing the baby, then… adopt a newborn. Present it to her as her own child.” Dwight stared at the doctor in shock, the idea hitting him like a wave. “You mean… find a child and pretend it’s hers?” “Yes,” the doc
Last Updated: 2024-10-26
Chapter: The Befitting Verdict The atmosphere in the courtroom was thick with tension as Serena stood before the jury, her once-proud demeanor shattered. Today was her hearing, and she faced charges for the murder of little Bella, a robbery, and the ruthless crime she had framed Peter Allison for. Serena shifted uncomfortably, her hands vibrating as the judge prepared to read the verdict. The foreperson of the jury rose, casting a sharp glance in Serena’s direction before delivering the final judgment. “The jury has found you guilty of first degree murder. I hereby sentence you to twenty five hundred consecutive life sentences plus a thousand years.”She turned to face Serena, her face beet red with contempt like there was more of a personal grudge between them than a federal case. "Once you pass away, you will receive an attempted escape charge with an additional two hundred years added to your sentence which you will begin serving in the afterlife once you get hell." Her eyes were fierce and full of resentment
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Chapter: A Devil’s FarewellDwight picked a lighter from the kitchen and headed back to the living room.The flames from the lighter flickered in the dimly lit room as he approached Ramsey, who lay slumped and bound in the chair. Without a hint of hesitation, Dwight flicked the lighter, setting Ramsey’s hair alight in an instant. The fire crackled to life, devouring the strands and singeing his scalp, sending smoke spiraling into the air. Ramsey screamed, his voice hoarse, begging, pleading for Dwight to end it all. As the fire died, leaving Ramsey’s head charred and his spirit all but shattered, he let out a ragged sob. His skin, bruised and torn, showed a ghostly paleness beneath the streaks of blood. He could feel his strength slipping away, the life draining from him with each passing second. Desperate, he attempted to bite his tongue in a last effort to escape the torment, but his body betrayed him; his jaw trembled, teeth chattering too weakly to do any real harm. For a long moment, Dwight just stood th
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Chapter: Butchered Ramsey’s body shook, his tone barely concealing the fear behind his words as he looked up at Dwight, shackled and bound. He swallowed hard, watching Dwight rummage through the backpack filled with a disturbing array of tools, each promising a unique kind of agony. “What do you want?” Ramsey asked, forcing a calmness into his tone that belied the terror swirling inside him. Dwight chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “What do I want? really? Ramsey, you seem to have cheated the face death so often that you now think you're unkillable. Am I right?” He tilted his head, a sinister glint in his eyes. Ramsey attempted to use psychology to save himself. “I know you, Dwight Mendez,” he said, his voice feigning familiarity. “You’re not like me. You’re a good man, a better man. You’re not capable of killing anyone.” Dwight laughed, but it wasn’t the laugh of a man who found amusement. It was cold, devoid of warmth, and filled with pain. His gaze flickered to Hannah’s lifeless body sprawle
Last Updated: 2024-10-26
Chapter: Down The Bloody Lane Dwight pulled into the driveway of his mansion, his mind set, heart hardened. This night, there was only one objective: justice for Mandy, for Bella, for everything Serena, Hannah, and Ramsey had taken from him. He strode inside, up the grand staircase, and into his private study. With quick precision, he unlocked his safe, pulling out a small, polished handgun. As he tucked it into his coat, his thoughts were interrupted by a quiet voice. “Sir,” one of the maids approached, her face filled with worry. “We’ve been searching for Clara for days. She’s disappeared without a word. We think…we think maybe she ran away with Hannah.” Dwight’s expression didn’t change; he simply gave a curt nod. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find her.” The maid looked on, unsure, but Dwight had already turned, a cold resolve in his eyes. Tonight, he would tie up all loose ends. As he drove, Dwight made a stop at a small, dimly lit store, where he gathered an arsenal of tools designed to inflict slow, prec
Last Updated: 2024-10-26
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