All Chapters of The Billionaire Owns Me Now: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

༺RAYNE༻ “Damien?” Liam utters his name like a curse, his voice rumbling with a low growl. He snatches the card from my grasp and reads it again and again as if doing so would change the words or make them less true. His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw tightens, and his face darkens with each passing second. It's like he's trying to will the message away, but it's there, staring him in the face. “What the fuck is this, Rayne?” He raises the card to my face, the muscles and veins straining in his arms like they're about to rip out. “Why the fuck is that son of a bitch sending you lingerie and love notes?” I flinch at the intensity of his anger and step back. I'm just as shocked as he is. How the hell would I know why Damien sent me lingerie? I never thought he could do something like this. Sure, our date that night was fun and all. But that was all it was. Plain fun. Damien didn't give me any reason to believe or suspect that he was into me or that he had any romantic feelings for

༺RAYNE༻ “What did you just say?” I'm glaring at Genevieve, watching the smirk on her caked face widening. “It was you? You sent the gifts?” I don't want to believe my ears. Maybe I heard her wrong. She couldn't have sent the lingerie and the other stuff. But Genevieve is quick to rub it in my face and confirm my doubts. “Yes, I sent them,” she says in a firm tone, her voice oozing with pride. “I knew it would get under Liam's skin and I was right. You two are fighting, aren't you? Good. Very good. I had no doubt it would work.“ My lips divide into an 'O'. So Genevieve was behind it all. She's trying to create a rift between Liam and me. And it's working. First, she followed us all the way to Paris and then sent those gifts. She's a dirty rotten snake who'll stop at nothing to get what she wants. It's pathetic! I'm still thinking of a fitting reply for her. I don't know why it's taking so damn long to come up with something. Genevieve takes a step closer. “I just wanted to speed

༺LIAM༻“I'm telling you, Liam, Genevieve sent those gifts. It was her! Why won't you believe me?” Rayne asks, walking closely behind me.Fuck, this woman is so stubborn! I don't get why the heck she won't just drop this already. She's been going on and on for minutes now that it wasn't the son of a motherless bitch, Damien who sent the fucking lingerie, flowers and the rest of rubbish on the trolley.“Do you really expect me to believe that? Does that make any sense to you?” I turn around sharply to gaze down at her.She flinches at my sudden eye contact and then takes a step back. “Of course, it makes sense! Genevieve hates me! She thinks I stole you away from her so she's trying to sabotage our relationship. Don't you see? That's the reason she followed us all the way to Paris.”Rayne does what she usually does with her fingers when she's frustrated—clicks them together real quick, like she's trying to get her point across in a hurry.And then she waves her hands in front of her fa

༺RAYNE༻ What has come over Liam? For hours, he disappeared to only God knows where and then he just showed up and kissed me without saying a word. He even removed my towel and carried me to the bed just like that. Now he's asking me to spread my legs. I don't understand this man. And I don't want to. I throw my arms across my chest and close my legs tight, blocking his view, his hard dark gaze lingering on my naked body. Goosebumps break out on my skin, a shuddering wave washing over me as he looks at me like he's never seen me before. Liam speaks in a throaty voice, “You're going to make me ask twice? Spread. Your. Legs.” I gulp and my breath hitches, my lungs burning as I try to figure out the reason for his sudden behaviour. “I want to see you, all of you,” he adds, taking a step closer to the edge of the bed. I gulp again and a small gasp tears out of my lips. The slut in me is begging to be let out and urging me to spread my legs, my pussy pulsing with heat, but my brain i

༺RAYNE༻Our fake honeymoon in Paris started off as nothing but plain, boring and uneventful—well, except for the little 'trouble' Genevieve caused. But then it turned into something out of a damn erotic novel, with Liam and I fucking in every corner of the city.Did I say erotic novel? Scratch that. It's literally a freaking porn movie, minus the flaky plot and terrible acting, of course.It turns out that Liam was just as sexually starved as I was, which I wouldn't have believed had he not been fucking me like a jackrabbit on steroids, in every position imaginable—against walls, on tables, in alley and even in a freaking fountain!He screwed me sideways in the Louvre, bent me over the Pont des Arts and made me cum on the steps of Montmartre. And I didn't let him get away with all the control. I also took charge, riding him like a cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and every other girl, while his eyes rolled back and begged for more.Sabrina was right when she teased that our honeymoon would pr