All Chapters of Love Trap: The Billionaire's Regret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

We boarded the plane together a few hours later, but the tension between us was palpable, almost a living force in and of itself. Karl kept his distance, slouched beside me with his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw locked in a tight line. He shot me hard stares whenever our eyes met, his gaze burning with an intensity that made me shift uncomfortably in my seat like a scolded child. I hated his wild, unhinged look in those moments when the promise of violence simmered just beneath the surface. But I had no idea what had triggered this particular mood. The not knowing, the constant uncertainty of how to walk on eggshells around him to avoid setting off another powder keg, was slowly driving me mad.We soon approached the house, my anxiety growing a thousandfold with every mile we drew closer to the isolated, sprawling estate. I knew I would have to tell Karl the news about my meeting with Felix soon. There was no way to avoid the inevitable confrontation, no matter how mu

Karl let out a mocking bark of laughter that sent a chill skittering down my spine and made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "I don't believe for a second that's the whole story, Lavinia. That's just the sanitized, family-friendly version you're trying to feed me."He whirled to face me again, his expression twisted into a mask of pure, unrestrained fury. Hot steam was practically flaring from his flared nostrils as he glowered at me, his face mottling an alarming shade of purple from the force of his rage. I could see the vein throbbing in his neck, bulging beneath the taut skin like a tiny captive heart trying to beat its way free."Now, you either tell me the full, unvarnished truth this instant or I swear to God, I'll make you regret every second of He slammed his fist into the wall with a sickening crunch. I flinched violently. A small cry escaped my lips as I shrank back against the door, certain he was about to turn that explosive violence on me next.

"I really don't see why you need to work when I make more than enough to support us both comfortably," he said with a shake of his head, sounding mildly exasperated as he released a harsh breath through his nostrils. "What's the point of busting your ass at some bullshit nine-to-five when you don't have to? When you could be here, at home, focusing on me and being a good wife?"My frustration was rising to see him feign ignorance of the agreement we'd made, but I kept my composure and opted for a peaceful approach despite my growing irritation. I knew from experience that meeting his displeasure with raised voices and heated words would only lead to a fight, and I wanted to remain calm and reasonable. "Karl, we agreed before we got married that I could get a job once we were settled," I repeated, keeping my tone even and focused. "I'm just...really bored being home all day with nothing to do, you know? I need something more mentally stimulating than just being home. Something tha

Karl performed his magic. His wicked tongue swirled, thrust and sucked until I was a writhing, whimpering mess above him. The pleasure built and built until it crested in an explosive orgasm that had me crying out, my whole body going rigid as I rode out the pulses of blinding ecstasy.I was still on the brink of another when he suddenly, cruelly pulled away, leaving me bereft and aching for more.I let out a frustrated, needy moan and shot him a wistful glance, silently pleading, only to be met with a devilish smile that promised sweet torture."What's the matter, honey? Is there something you need?" Karl asked in a blatant taunt as he licked his glistening lips in a way that should have been illegal. He was expecting me to beg him. This bastard!He expected me to debase myself and voice my most shameless desires aloud. And damn him, I was so far gone that I didn't even care about clinging to my shreds of pride anymore. I wanted - no, needed - him too badly.I looked at

We took our time strolling back through the park to where we had parked the car, enjoying the picturesque scenery and each other's company. We stopped at a nicer Italian restaurant that Karl loved for an early dinner once we returned to the city. It had a warm, romantic ambiance with low lighting, white-tablecloth-covered tables, and a cozy fireplace crackling in the corner.We were seated at a quiet corner table partially secluded by a series of intricately carved screens, and I immediately felt myself start to unwind in the intimate setting. Our server brought over a bottle of their finest Chianti to accompany our meal, filling our glasses with rich, full-bodied red wine. Karl's hand found mine on the tabletop, and our fingers laced together in a comforting way that just felt so natural.Our food arrived a while later - a hearty beef ragu over thick pappardelle noodles for Karl and a light yet decadent mushroom risotto for me. I must have been eyeing Karl's plate with a bit