All Chapters of Trillionaire After Divorce: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Wait-"I don't know why 'wait’ is the first word that comes out of my mouth; it should be ‘no’ or ‘stop’, but I can't reach for those words. What if he really stops?Delicious goosebumps rush up my skin, forcing a shuddered breath to escape me.His hand squeezing my breasts seems to deny me of my sanity, so rather than speak, I pry his hands off my body—rather, I try to.I can feel his hot breath against my neck; he is so tall that he needs to hunch his back just to fit his face on my neck."Mat- ah!"Trying to whisper his name is futile, especially when chilly thrillies throb my clit when he rocks his length into my ass.On instinct, my sex twitches in anticipation of him plunging inside me as if the memory of his cock is etched in my body.My toes curl involuntarily when he once again rocks into me, fully clothed.I bite my lip, imagining how my sex would stretch to fit him, how fast he would move and how his weight would pin me to the sink, leaving me helpless and at his mercy.I’

“I’m sorry.” Again, my words were nothing more than a whisper, and in this loud environment, I doubt he can hear them. Still, his eyes lifted to me as if he had heard. “No...no, d-don’t be. It's not my cock you want.” He says with a laugh. Ah…so he had heard. “Get up, Danny. Let's head home.” I say loud enough for everyone at the bar to hear; if he says anything else embarrassing, I might be tempted to drink with him. ** "His cock, huh..." For some reason, Daniel, who slurred everything else, doesn’t slur those words as Marc, my driver, carries him into the house and lays him to rest in the guest bedroom. "Liv... Livy." Daniel calls, holding onto my hand as I tuck him in. "I-" "Shh...let's talk tomorrow." I say as Marc bows and leaves. It's around midnight, so it's best if we stop disturbing the rest of the sleeping house. "Tomorrow.” He repeats as though he knows nothing about what those words mean, but his eyes close either way, so I sigh. "Liv?" Elizabeth calls me

From the corner of my eyes, I gaze towards where my phone crashed. It's uselessly shattered; even the chip on it might not help much.And the one on me…no, how did he know where my chip was? Did he bite me on purpose to destroy it?The more wild thoughts roam my mind, the faster my heartbeat accelerates; it's so fast that I am certain it will thump right out of my body through my throat.My gaze moves to the car beside me; the windows are tinted, so I can't tell if my kids are awake. I'm only grateful that his gun was silenced.I hope Elizabeth stays put.Wild nausea claims my throat before I turn my gaze back to Matteo."L-et them go."I say weakly, aware that I have nothing to bargain with. All my cards are laid bare.He must have planted someone on my side. I should have gotten an apartment and kept my circle small; with all the workers at Mum’s house, it's impossible to know where the leak came from."Why?"He asks, pressing the nozzle of his gun to the pilot’s head."What do you

Trigger warning: Dubious ConsentMy hand reaches to slap Matteo, whose face hovers inches from me, but my hand moves so slowly that it caresses his cheek instead.I feel weak. Is it still the effects of the injection, or is it the fever?"I don’t think I have ever regretted meeting anyone in my life, Matteo.”The words spill from me. My head is getting hotter by the second; even the throb is intensifying, but before my eyes close, I might as well give him a reason to let me go.“I hate you, Matteo. I hate this side of you. I hate it when you drag me around without considering my opinion or my position. I hate that you exposed my children to violence, I hate that you threaten my people, I hate it when you-ahh stop touching-"I squirm to avoid his fingers that grow aggressive against my clit, but when I kick my leg to push him off me, he grabs my heel."If you hate me, that means you are going to run away again, doesn’t it? Should I break this? Should I snap your ankle so you won't leav

"It's just a graze." Matteo says weakly as he holds the bleeding thigh. "How did it feel when the gun went off?" "Stop talking.” I say as I scurry off the bed; warm liquid trails down my leg as soon as gravity wills it. “Ahh…” He groans as he looks at the fluid glistening between my thighs, his face red and strained. “I tried so hard to keep it in.” With a soft click of my tongue, I grab the shirt sprawled on the floor. I barely manage two steps in this body before I require the wall for ample support. “We need to get...to get someone, press the wound, Matteo." I say, trying my best to calm myself. "You can shoot me again." "What?" "You can shoot me, Olivia, any time. Just don't leave me." “What if I kill you?” “I would prefer that.” I swallow hard as I hold his gaze, for a moment forgetting the urgent state we are in. With a short laugh, I turn to the crimson collecting on the white sheets. Shit, he even looks paler now. "I'll get help." "I won't die. The bullet jus