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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I've missed this
“Dashiell!” she cried out the moment my tongue flicked on her pussy, moaning with abandon as she spread her thighs wider. The taste of her was perfection. As my tongue swirled laps around her clit, she braced herself with one hand. The other moved from my neck to my shoulders, trying to hang on as her legs trembled.“Fuck, you are good with this, Dashiell, so fucking good,” she whispered, moaning as my thumb rubbed on her clit. Her walls were like a vice around my fingers, growing tighter and tighter. I kept the steady thrusting of my fingers, and that grip tightened more, as did her arm around my shoulders. I increased my pace, feeling her pussy walls clamp around my fingers, trying to suck them dry like a starved baby hungry for its mother's milk. Calling my name and telling me how near she was, she gently rolled her hips against my hand as she rode out that orgasm, my fingers slick with her cum. “Fuck.” she whimpered as I withdrew my fingers, but slowly cleaned up every remnant
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Then do it
I felt a sense of comfort and belonging with her. The feeling of being emotionally attached was something I never had, and now I longed for it. She made me realize there was so much to life and made me crave something my parents didn't have, love and companionship. My parents only married because they had to, not out of love with each other. If only they realized this early like I did, they wouldn't have been frustrated. Mother wouldn't be this bitter and father would have gotten what he wanted, someone who cherished him. “Thoughts on me. Dashiell,” she whispered, frowning as she looked at me. “What are you thinking about?” “Nothing important.” I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, smiling when she closed her eyes. Nova would be the death of me. She was the weakness I didn't know I had. As she opened her eyes, they sparkled with a hint of mischief, and I couldn't resist the pull. My lips drifted down, brushing against hers in a gentle, exploratory kiss. Her eyelids fl
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Am I losing it?
NOVAIf Brion noticed how funny I walked yesterday, he didn't say a word about it. I spent the entire night thinking of the sex I had with Dashiell and how thrilling it felt because of where we did it. I couldn't wait to do it again with him. Which was why I sought him out the moment I arrived at work. I didn't know what came over me or why I was acting like a horny teenager, but I didn't stop to reflect on it because I wanted him to touch me! Okay, I think there's something wrong with me for wanting more after having a taste of what it felt like to have sex where someone could walk in and see you. I believe a succubus possessed me, but I couldn't tell if I was right. The only thing I knew was my desire to have him fuck me. We will get back to the problem with me after that. Dashiell was on the phone when I stepped into his office. The moment he saw me, he disconnected and got up, smiling as he approached me with spread arms. “Good morning. You look radiant this morning, darling.
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I need help
I didn't want anyone to see us in such an intimate position. Flicking his tongue on my left nipple, he pinched the right, forcing a moan to leave my throat. He looked up with a smile, loving the sounds he was getting from me. He cupped my breasts, feeling them as he pressed. My cunt flooded. Having him touch my breasts was more arousing than being kissed. My nipples were damned sensitive. Each time he touched them, the feeling seemed to shoot right into my pussy. Planting a kiss on each one of them, he straightened, towering over me once more. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispered, placing feathery kisses on my cheeks. “Just fucking do it.” I was getting bored with the questions. What I wanted was a hard fuck, not a conversation. If I needed one, all I had to do was to call Benita over. She would gladly rush to my office, to fill me up on everything that happened in the office yesterday and today. Chuckling at how impatient I must have sounded, he stepped back. Locking his
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You need our help
NOVAThe haze that seemed to have fallen over me lifted after the sex we just had. I freshened up and returned to my office to do some work when I got a call from him. “Don't tell me you are missing me already?” I teased, putting in the Password for my system. I had a lot to do since I didn't get to do any work yesterday and this morning because of … Well, you know why. I just need to rush through it before it gets due. “I wish that's why I called.” He sighed heavily, making me lift a brow even though he couldn't see me. “What's wrong?” I sat up, pausing on my keyboard to hear what he had to say. “It's today, you know?” “Today?” I frowned. “What's happening today? Is there anything I have forgotten?” I searched my mind for what it could be, but couldn't come up with anything. “What's happening today? I'm afraid I can't recall.” “My mum.” Those two words were all I needed for me to know what he was talking about. “What's she doing here? Didn't she say she was giving me 48 h
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back She will never like me
“I won't be bullied or blackmailed into doing something that goes against my principles,” I declared, meeting her gaze head-on. “I have decided on this. You won't change my mind. I don't need your contacts. As for getting connections, you need to know I have a partnership with companies outside France. How else did you think your son heard of me? I wasn't just a beggar he found on the streets after I left him five years ago. I was already a CEO.”It seemed she didn't investigate me before proposing this. She might have thought Dashiell was the one who helped me get to where I was, not knowing I was already popular before I returned with Brion, who was the sole reason for my return. Had it not been for the dare, I wouldn't have returned to Paris. Dashiell's hand tightened around mine under the table, a silent show of support. Amaya's gaze flicked to our entwined hands, her expression twisting into a scowl. She still hasn't gotten to accept us. This was the way it had been since the fi
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Bad news?
“I'm bringing the kids back. You can go home straight,” Brion said when I called to check if the kids were back. I completed my work in time after the lunch I had with Dashiell, and I took an excuse to leave the office early so I could pick my kids up from school. Willow complained I hadn't been picking them up from the school which was why I took a day off early so I could do that. I had everything planned, from an ice cream game to taking them to watch a movie. I wanted a bond with them, but it seemed it would have to wait since Brion wanted to bring them back. I sighed, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.It seemed I would have to head home and prepare dinner. Brion always takes them out to get snacks each time he brings them back from school. Today wouldn't be an exception. “Okay, sure. Thanks, Brion. I appreciate it,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. Sitting back in the chair, I opened my laptop. “I know you had plans, Nova,” Brion said, sensing my tone. “But
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back They will be okay
“What's wrong?” Dashiell picked the phone up, looking at me with a concerned expression. “Are you okay? What did Dashiell say?”“They had an accident.” Those were the only words I said as I hurried towards the door. Dashiell rushed after me. He opened the door for me and followed me towards the lift. Together, we left the office. I would have taken a taxi, but he offered to drive me there. I only needed to tell him the name of the hospital. My heart raced, and my palms felt slick with sweat. My thoughts were a jumbled mess as I sat next to Dashiell throughout the ride to the hospital. He didn't say a word, knowing I desired to be left to my thoughts. At the hospital, it wasn't difficult to find the room. Officer Henry was waiting downstairs for me when I arrived, so he took me to the room. We weren't allowed to go in, though. I had to stand outside with Dashiell, who was trying his damned hard to console me, waiting for news from the doctor. While waiting, they asked me to sign s
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It seemed like the Nova who was acting like a saint downstairs, the one who cared about his health and wanted to take things slow, had been transformed. In her place was one who didn't care at all about anything else but getting her pleasure. My panties were soaking wet already, my pussy throbbing, eager to get down and dirty with him. I doubt I would be down to anything else that didn't include getting on my back with him between my legs, pleasuring me as if his life depended on it. The palm that was on my breasts drifted down. My breath stopped as he slid his hand into my panties. I was wet and ready for him. My responsiveness should have scared me, but it didn't. I didn't even think of how odd it was that I stayed for five years without being touched by another man, only for me to start feeling this damned aroused after just a month without his touch. Had he somehow made me a slave to his passion? I'd heard stories like this, but never thought someone would make a woman love them
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Lust craze
“Fuck, Nova,” he growled, his voice getting deeper and sexier. I loved it. Everything about him was so tempting. I didn't think I would ever feel that way for him, but here we were, years after we got married, finally in love with each other. Back when I left the country, I never imagined such a day would come, but it seemed I was wrong all along. I rubbed my fist from the tip to the bottom, still looking at him. Even though his eyes were shut, I loved staring at his face, to know his expression. It was my way of knowing if he was getting into this like I was. I repeated the action once more, running my tongue around the tip of his dick, sucking it in. He groaned, cursing under his breath. Smiling around his dick, I wrapped my fists around him, stroking from the tip to the bottom. His scent, so musky and delicious, aroused me. I was wet and ready to have him make love to me as he promised, but at that moment, I needed to feel him in my mouth, take him deeper until he came. I wanted
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I can do it
I bit my lower lip, peering up at him through my lashes. I felt the flush go from my neck to my cheeks the more intense his gaze became, like he was staring into my soul, seeking answers I couldn't give with my mouth. He reached over to me and rubbed his thumb on my lower lips, his gaze fixed on mine. “What should we do, Nova?” His whispered voice washed through my body like a balm, reaching deep into my spirit. “You are sick,” was all I could manage to say. “You can't —”“It doesn't mean I can't satisfy you, Nova. My legs are yet to heal, but that didn't mean I can't pleasure you, can't make you moan my name as your pussy clamp down on my dick.”My breath hitched in my throat at his words. Gulping, I peered into his eyes. I didn't know how to respond to those words, to the desires swirling deep in his gaze as he placed his hand under my jaw and lifted my gaze towards him. “Dashiell —”“Do you want this just as I do?” He whispered, his breath fanning my face as he came closer. The w
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I enjoy being wrapped around her finger
Brion was discharged three days later. Unlike the past few days, he could stand now without being tired or helped. The doctors believe he will recover well at home. After getting discharged, I took him and the kids back home. Dashiell was still getting treatments. They would have discharged him with Brion had it not been for his legs. The doctors wanted to keep him in the hospital for a week more, to check on his recovery. I just prayed everything would work out perfectly. Two weeks later, I drove him back home. Amaya came over to stay in the hospital with him so I could return to work. We had been gone for days, and the shareholders were making snide remarks about it, so I had to return to take care of the office while he recovered. The past few weeks have been a busy one for me. There were piles of work waiting on my desk for me when I returned, and I had to also combine it with Dashiell's. Had it not been for Benita's help, I would have drowned in work. She was such a darling, h
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You are safe now
The doctor removed the IV drip before I could visit Dashiell. Ben led me by the hand, keeping me steady as he took me over to the room. Brion and the kids hadn't been alerted yet, so they didn't know we were back. My phone was off, so I hadn't gotten a call from him — yet. However, I knew it was only a matter of time before he called the police to report about me.The moment I opened the door, my eyes locked with that of a shocked man. Emerald eyes bore into mine the second I stepped into the room. "Nova?” He whispered, his voice shaky. He looked like he was imagining me because he lifted his right index and rubbed furiously on his eyes before it landed on me. “You are real?”I nodded, as tears rolled down my eyes. Dashiell was a shell of himself. Just a few days in captivity, and he had gotten so lean, I hardly recognized him. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his cheekbones jutted out sharply. I was frozen, staring at my lover, and imagining how much he had suffered to l
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Finally
When I came to, I was lying on a bed. The scent of disinfectant in the room made me realize where I was. I slowly sat up, grimacing at the pain in my arm. I had a bandage wrapped around my biceps, one that was stained with blood.The monitor next to me beeped as if it could sense my discomfort. Wincing, I leaned on the bed as I looked around the empty room. From the looks of it, Ben took me to the clinic I left Brion in. Heaving out a breath, I closed my eyes as images of the last time I was awake assaulted me. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Snapping my eyes open, I looked towards it as it opened and Ben stepped in. “Thank God you are awake,” he said as he walked over to my bed and sat beside me, relief etched on his face. “Welcome back. You've been out for hours.”"Hours?" rubbed my temples, trying to clear the fog. “What of Gabriella?”“Dead. You did a pretty good number on her. The police have agreed to rule it out as self-defence. As she was an offender, it's not
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You won't hurt anyone again
“Where is Dashiell?” I asked after a few seconds, still wondering why she hadn't attacked me. I figured all it would take was a little talk before we get down to business. “Dashiell?” She made a face at that before a knowing smirk took over. Getting up, she glanced towards the stairs, which seemed like it had seen better days. The stairs didn't look like they would last for another year before caving in. Just like the rest of the house, it was dying — most times, I always believed houses were entities. She snapped her fingers and three men appeared from a door behind where she stood, their chest bare, showing off muscles that must have taken years to build. My heart skipped as I gripped the pistol in my hoodie tighter. I knew it was about time for the fight. But I doubt I could take the men on. Gabriella alone? I could. “Do you assume the gun you hid in your hoodie will help you, darling?” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides. "How?" I was dumbstruck by the question. “How
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back His stepsister
It looked just like the place someone as shady as Zoey would be. As I approached, I noticed the overgrown yard and weeds sprouting through cracks in the pavement. Nature had reclaimed the property, wrapping vines around the porch pillars. I slowed my pace, my senses on high alert. Something felt off. Though Ben's hidden presence reassured me, my heart continued to thud like a bass drum in my chest. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the porch, the wooden boards groaning beneath my feet. The door creaked as I pushed it open, and I called out, “I'm here.” My voice echoed through the empty corridor. At first, nothing happened, until I heard a rather familiar voice asking me to come forward. I looked back at the place Ben was likely hiding in before I fully stepped in and closed the falling door. I shivered as I walked forward, guided by the dim lighting in the hallway before I arrived in the sitting room. A figure sat perched on one of the sofas, the minute I walked in. “Hell
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back It will end today
I got dressed for the operation. We didn't return to the hospital because I didn't think it was necessary. Brion would undoubtedly try to talk me out of my plans, which was why I didn't attempt a return there, not until we had gotten everything sorted. Today, I vowed, would be the day I bring Dashiell back home. He had stayed too long with Zoey. It was time for him to return, to his home, to me and the kids.“Ready?” Ben turned to me, lifting a brow, when I stepped out of the motel I checked into to change out of my clothes. I had a bulletproof vest under a hoodie.To cover my guns, I stuffed them into the pockets of my hoodie, waiting until I got an excellent location to conceal them. “Ready,” I confirmed, adjusting my hoodie to ensure the bulletproof vest wasn't visible. “Well, as ready as I can, for a dangerous mission,” I added with a smile. Though I was feeling as nervous as hell, and it felt like my heart was about to leap from my chest, I acted like I was okay. Yeah, perfectly
