CH 131:

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire

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Chapter 131:

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It doesn’t go remotely unnoticed; Archibald’s fond smile goes just a little sharper when he uses both hands to grip Isabella around the waist and yank her closer.

“You seem awfully desperate for someone who claimed she was near death mere minutes ago,” he teases, tauntingly out of reach. He pops the lid on the lube to slick up his cock. “Perhaps you need a few moments to calm down?”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” Isabella growls, even when it tapers off into something low and quiet when Archibald lines himself up with her entrance, smears precome over her asshole like the worst and most wonderful tease on earth. “Unless you want me to go fuck myself instead.”

“Tempting,” Archibald says mildly. “That will have to be a show for another time. For now, I’d like very much to give you what you were so brave to ask for. May I?”

Isabella’s toes curl in anticipation, and she slaps both hands to her face in a failure to cover up the color rising