All Chapters of Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GianniI knew there was no escaping Caterina from my mind. The near-constant self-indulgence over the past few weeks has only intensified my desire for her. No workout can distract me, no amount of pressing tasks can clear her from my thoughts.I’m overwhelmed by an almost relentless craving for her scent, the sweet taste of her skin, and the irresistible allure of her. I’d give anything to bury my face in her, my body still buzzing from a grueling gym session.Seeing her in front of me now, with that vulnerable look in her eyes, only heightens my need. The impulse to take her in my arms and reacquaint myself with her is nearly uncontrollable.Watching her on the security feed is agonizing—painful to see her without touching her. It’s a desperate fix. Often, I find myself resorting to the sight of her getting in and out of her car, needing that visual to relieve the tension.It’s a miserable situation, but it’s my reality. Every instinct drives me to go to her, to touch her, to hear h

He gives me a shove, sending me toward the stairs. I take hold of the railing and turn in time to find him swinging a hinged bar into place, which I guess serves as a way of keeping outsiders from opening the door. “You weren’t flirting? Laughing at that asshole’s jokes? Why did you hang around the bar when your friends were dancing?”I can’t keep track of everything coming at me at once. There’s only one thought that rings out in my overwhelmed mind.He was watching. My intuition was right.“Go up the stairs.” His jaw works, his words grunted through clenched teeth. “Now.”Instinct tells me to move my ass, but I wonder what would happen if I didn’t. Would he throw me over his shoulder and carry me up the stairs? I wish the idea wasn’t so appealing.This is a very dangerous man, but right now, the only danger is slipping on what’s soaking through my panties.At the top of the stairs is the office I imagined sitting behind the tinted window. It’s sleek and masculine, with a large desk

Her walls grip me tighter, and I thrust my hips further, earning another precious inch inside of her. The heat of her body, her sweet floral scent, and the squeezing of her walls leave me unhinged. I can’t help myself. I need to be inside her the rest of the way. She can take the pain as long as I reward her with pleasure. Gripping her hips tightly, I press forward, stopping only once my balls press against her ass, and there isn’t a single inch of space between our bodies.“I’m so fucking consumed by you, Caterina. I don’t know what’s up or down. I don’t know what’s right or wrong. I don’t care about a fucking thing except you. You’re under my skin and inside my head. I’m worried that if I don’t get another hit of your scent or taste of your body, I’ll die.”“Fuck!” she whines and tenses all at once. “Gianni.”“I’m crazy for you, little bird. Absolutely mental.” I’m not sure how it’s possible, but her fluttering muscles draw me deeper. So wet and warm. I could fucking die inside of h

“What do you think?”The building’s burly owner stands in the doorway leading out to the hall, thumbs hooked into his belt loops. “I don’t want to rush your decision, but I have three interested candidates who already looked at the place.”I’m sure he does, but I also know this is a pressure tactic to get me to make up my mind. “It’s really nice,” I tell him, and it’s the truth. There are plenty of windows, so I’ll get lots of sun, and the living space itself is bigger than I expected. The kitchen is compact, but the stove and fridge are brand new. The bathroom is a nice size and extremely clean. There’s not a speck of rust or grimy grout.“Of course, I’ll need first and last month’s rent upfront,” he continues. “But I ran your credit application already, and everything looks good, so I’d have no problem with having you sign immediately.”Now I sort of wish I’d let Dad come with me, as childish as it sounds. I don’t like feeling forced into this. I’m not the kind of person who’s ever b

CaterinaI’m going to be sick.No matter how many times I look at this blown-up photo, it never changes. I need to stop staring at it, but I can’t, even if it makes me feel a little more nauseous every time I do.My first worry is my father. No matter what, he can’t find out. I’d never be able to explain myself. And then there’s Tatiana.Gianni notices what I’m holding and gestures for me to share it, setting down the little package he was carrying before crossing the room. “What’s the problem? Whatever it is, we’ll work it out together.”I want more than anything to believe him, but he’s a big part of the problem, so I’m not sure how he’d help—aside from promising to never touch me again, and I already know how it goes when he tries that. It’s a waste of time that makes us both miserable, and we only end up together in the end.“Promise you won’t get mad?”He arches an eyebrow, his mouth screwing up in a smirk. Even now, with my vision blurred, thanks to all the crying, I can’t look