All Chapters of The Billionaire's Exotic Dancer: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Amyra gazed up at him, raw passion burning inside the depth of those blue eyes and Dexter saw it clearly.Never in his life had he ever cared about his face but staring at her gorgeous face and tracing the rough ugly lines created by his scars, he knew she never deserved him." Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people."Amyra's lips parted with the disturbing urge to retort "same as you" but instead another word rolled off her mouth instead, something she never meant."If you don't love me nor did you want me to love you, then I hate you!"“ Tell me again what you said just now?, I want to hear it again ,” he says, climbing over her, his body against hers and she laid there, betw

WARNING: EROTIC AND WELL DETAILED SCENE AHEAD!!Amyra's sex clenched in response. “It’s not fair,” she whispered. “I can’t push you away if you keep saying things like this, whispering these words… You’re making this so much harder, no.”His teeth nipped the side of her neck. His handcurled around her throat, and he turned her head to the side, his lips brushing against hers.Kiss meThat was the only thought she had before hismouth was on hers. He didn’t pause, didn’t waitfor her to think, didn’t wait for her to catch herbreath…Soft but demanding.Gentle but passionate.Sweet but all-consuming.Fire licked through her veins, and her body went soft in his arms. For a short second, her world felt off balance, before it finally felt… right. Every part of her came alive, as the drums crashed and banged in her chest. Her soul cried in triumph, as she finally allowed herself to… feel.Maybe this was the moment she fell for him.Recklessly. Irrevocably. Wholly.Maybe this was the momen

~ NEXT DAY~Amyra was being shaken awake the next time she came around. Her eyes opened tiredly before she jumped up in fright. When she met a pair of extraordinary eyes, she felt herself relaxing.He didn’t let her feet touch the ground before he was swinging her up in his arms. He walked them into what appeared to be a hotel. Confused why they weren’t in their home, she stayed quiet.It was his decision.When he reached the room, he let her down and steadied her when her legs wobbled a little.“We’re staying here for some hours before leaving to the wedding venue” he explained, staring into her confused eyes.Amyra nodded and smiled. “Okay.”Dexter walked further into the room and started to unbutton his shirt, pulling at his tie roughly. She waited at the door, watching and suddenly feeling very nervous. He pulled his shirt from his pants and looked back at her.“Come here, princess.”Amyra's body glided toward him like it wasn’t her own nymore. Standing in front of dexter, she wa

~ SOME HOURS LATERSylvester felt numb as he stepped out of the car. Standing in the driveway, he stared at the estate. The front doors were open, but his feet were rooted in place, refusing to move.There was an ache in his chest. He left with Angelina but was coming back without her. At the thought of coming back home without his sweetheart and knowing she wouldn’t be there to greet him or kiss him, the pain in his chest intensified.Dexter came to stand beside Sylvester, and he waited. Sylvester felt leo on his left side. And then Some of his guards. Nobody stepped forward. They all waited for him. No matter how much pain Sylvester was in, he was still aBoss—the King. He couldn’t let himself get weak at a moment like this. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he took a step forward and walked toward the door. Each step he took was heavy, a reminder of his failure.Sylvester stepped inside, and as soon as he had walked through the doors, his mother was on him. She grabbed his col

It was alarming to wake up tied to a chair but it also irritated Angelina, her skin burned from the rope and it still continued to scratch at her wrist to this very moment. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls in an ugly manner, tattered and dusty furniture was laid around, and the ceiling design was beautiful but it looks ancient with holes creating it's own skylight.It looked like an abandoned storeroom.She had woke from the heavy but loud footsteps of a guard, there were men just sitting around, a table of them gambling in the corner.Sure she was scared out of her own mind but she was too stubborn to show them that, she had way too much pride in herself for that. She would die before she let them know she was intimidated.It was pitch black dark outside and the whistling was unsettling for her, she grew up believing in superstition, and right now waking a dead spirit was not something she was ready for."Are you at least going to tell me why I'm here" Angelina asked calmly.