All Chapters of The Black Widow's CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damian took a drink from his wine glass and watched as Sam conversed politely with the assigned sommelier to them that night at Flamante. He listened as the wine steward explained to Sam the hint of taste in the wine that he is recommending her and the food to go with it.When Sam finally decided on what to drink, the sommelier looked back at him and Damian nodded, signifying that he will go with the Pinot Noir wine she had chosen. A waiter then approached their table to take their orders, presenting the menu that goes together with the wine.“Did you have a great time?” Damian asked when the waiter left to relay their orders.“Yes. This is why I love the place,” Sam answered as she leaned on her chair and looked at him. “Lesser tourist and laid back. I visited Mallorca and Ibiza before and the party life was great but one night of it was enough for me.”Damian watched as she took another drink from her glass.“You’re not planning to get drunk on me, are you, Sam?” He asked flatly.Sa

Sam woke up with a splitting headache the following day as she lay flat on her back and started to massaged her forehead gently to ease the pain.When she opened her eyes, she found the space beside her empty and she grimaced as recollection of what happened last night came back into her mind.“Samantha!” Damian shouted above her hysterical cries. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her roughly to get her to look at him. “Stop it and look at me!”“Let me go! Let me go!” She only cried, tears streaming down her face. “Please don’t hurt me!”Finally sitting up on the bed, Sam noted that she still wore the coat that Damian had made her wear after that hot session in the car. She shuddered as she recalled how she had allowed Damian to take over her body at the back of the car last night.She remembered how her body responded to his lovemaking and the horror she felt when she found out that his men knew what the two of them were doing. That was all that stuck into her mind when she w

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual/mature content. Please read with caution.Despite the alcohol he had taken, Damian is definitely not drunk. But he knew that he is intoxicated with Samantha’s scent as he inhaled deeply, his face on the crook of her neck. He pulled her closer to him and he wrapped an arm around her waist as she stepped out of her shoes, leaving them together with her dress on the floor.“I’ve been waiting, Sam,” he said huskily as his hands traveled to her buttocks. He gripped them hardly, making her jump and he chuckled. “You’ll be doing more than just jumping later.”Damian, with his one hand returning to her lower back, pushed her towards the bed and effortlessly lifted her up and placed her on the center, without removing the bed cover. He knelt in front of her and unbuttoned his shirt, taking them and flinging it to the floor where her dress is.“Soon you’ll be undressing me, Sam,” he said arrogantly as he placed both hands on each of her side, trapping her. “

Sam stared out the sea the following morning as she continued to sit on the beach, lost in her own thoughts.Despite feeling exhausted last night, Sam’s body clock still woke her up in her usual time in the morning. She carefully looked up at Damian, who is sleeping heavily before she moved away from him slowly, wincing at the pain of her body. She had noted the amount of alcohol he drank from last night and guessed it’s enough to make him sleep longer.Standing up, Sam immediately saw the bed cover that he threw on the floor. The stain of blood on the fabric made her grimace lightly, knowing well enough that Damian will be demanding answers from her as soon as he is up.Her secret is out and the charade’s over.Gathering the cover as well as their discarded clothing, Sam then went to the bathroom and folded them before putting in the laundry basket. She turned towards the mirror and stared at her naked self.There were bite marks all over her body, most of them found around her breas

Sam rolled onto her back on the bed and watched as Damian put on a robe and tied it around his waist after a few hours. He sat back on the bed on her side and kissed her for a while then telling her to stay in bed.“I’ll get some food for us from the kitchen. Give me fifteen to twenty minutes,” he informed, nibbling on her neck. “You don’t mind some leftovers, do you? Jacob ordered more than enough food from last night. And I’ll bring some wine.”“It’s still morning for wine,” she commented.Damian smiled down at her.“We’re honeymooning, baby,” he responded as he traveled his hand between her legs again and smiled triumphantly when he felt the evidence of what he did. He laughed when she slapped his hand off. “Having wine in the morning is an excuse for us to indulge a little bit more than the usual. Besides, you seemed far more relax and free willing last night.”Sam glared at him and he laughed, kissing the frown off her face.“You’ll be willing soon enough,” he added. “Wine or no