All Chapters of MR. BILLIONAIRE, BEG ME: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

-"Angelic," he scolds, but without moving to let go of me. His whole body is tense inside my embrace. I hold him tighter and kiss his back below the shoulder. -"What are you doing?" He asks. I remain silent, hoping he understands my objective. -"I have to go to work," he murmurs sweetly, but I know he's still angry. I release his body and he leaves the closet before even looking at me. Damn it, Ethan! Why is everything so complicated with you? Anyway, any effort will be in vain. I hope he'll be more accessible during breakfast. It's still early for my day to start, however, Ethan will be leaving in a few minutes. I head out of the room. He's probably in the kitchen. He buttons up his shirt, which reaches a good part of his thighs, as I walk to the kitchen. From the living room, I see that Ethan isn't at the counter. I get to the kitchen and lean over the counter. Gail is making what looks like scrambled eggs in the pan, and hasn't noticed me. "Hi..." I mumble. "Mrs. Donneli, g

-"I was sunbathing and I saw you, I decided to give you a greeting" she murmurs smiling. We are in the same private club, coincidentally? I doubt a bitch's luck is that great! -"After the greeting, I need to go" I say as harshly as possible. -"How is our Ethan?" I ask. What the fuck did she say? Our Ethan? Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. -"Leave us alone, Elena" I beg. I try to sound firm, but in truth, I'm crumbling. -"You will not have peace. I will personally make sure of your misfortune" she says in the same tone as me. -"Look into my eyes, and see if there's any trace of fear, damn it!" I whisper. She clenches her jaw, a typical sign of annoyance. You looked, Lincoln, and I'm afraid you found it! -"Have a good day, Donneli." She tosses her beautiful platinum hair, now shoulder-length, back. -"Likewise, Lincoln." With that, Elena strides off to one of the seven hells she came from, without another word. My day was going well, until recently, all

-"Yes, let's go" Ethan smiles apologetically. Anyway, we'll make up for it later. As if changing his mind, he advances on me, ready to kiss me again. However, before he can, I'm called by a female voice: -"Angelic" Damn! Just now? -"Sex officially canceled" I whisper, making my husband laugh. I look at the woman who called me, it's Gwendolyn, Kate's godmother who was at the atelier to try on the dress. Her dress is the same as mine, too, but I think it fits her curves better. -"You're missing" she warns. Now, she knows the reason for my delay. God, my face is burning like flames! Her eyes don't take their eyes off Ethan, it's ridiculous to see all the women lusting after him. Am I like that? Silly and clumsy with him? -"Okay. Let's go" I affirm. I reach out to him, also to show this woman that our rings prove that we belong together. So call out my name Call out my name when I kiss you so gently I want you to stay I want you to stay even though you don't want me The fiv

He slides his fingertips from my leg to the edge of my dress, pushes it up, and uncovers my panties. Ethan caresses my sex over the lace. He slides his fingers down between my legs, where they meet. Ethan caresses my entrance with two of his fingers, even though it is covered by my panties. I moan. He focuses his hand on the hem of my dress. He unzips my back and slides the dress down my body, until I am bare. I push my hips toward his hand, seeking friction. He pushes the fabric aside and slips his middle finger inside me. I roll my eyes back and tilt my pelvis further, rotating my hips on his finger. Our kiss is hot, guiding our tongues in synchronic music inside our joined mouths. Ethan pulls his finger out of me and puts it back in, over and over. With his free hand, he removes my coat. His mouth trails kisses down my chest, then he sucks on the skin just above my breasts. Pulling the fabric of my dress down, he brings my breast to him. I am free of my bra this time. Ethan captu

The adrenaline, the danger of being caught, the desire to continue. The whole atmosphere of the situation excites me! My breathing is like a whirlwind, with no space between inhaling and exhaling. My body slides down the wall, while Ethan firmly rests his feet on the floor, holding me wrapped around him. I hug him, both with legs and arms. I am taken to paradise when I feel his throbbing member grow inside me. I move my hips against him with each thrust. I feel his member enter all the way to the base, filling every void in my being. The edge of pain he gives me, and the squeeze as a return are always present, making both of us more satisfied.-"I love you, Angelic Donneli," he begs in a broken voice. I want to moan and scream his name, exactly because I can't. I pull Ethan into a kiss, filling my lips with low sounds. Our tongues mingle, just as my intimacy shelters his erection. We moan, one against the other, sheltering our own pleasure. I'm hot and sweaty, receiving successive pe