All Chapters of The Billionaire's Daring Kitten : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DOMINIC'S POVI woke up to darkness around me. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of Ruby’s soft breathing beside me. I turned my head to look at her, and there she was, curled up on her side, her red hair spilling over the pillow like ink. Peaceful.I didn’t know how I’d ended up here, sleeping beside her. Most of the women I’d brought into this house never got more than a few hours of my time. I always left them sprawled out on the bed. Whatever we usually did was fleeting and meaningless. But this felt different.Ruby had a way of cracking through my walls without even trying. She always made me feel like I could unburden myself. Like I didn’t have to be the ruthless Dominic Rutherford everyone expected me to be.Sighing quietly, I sat up, careful not to stir her awake. My mask had slipped while I was sleeping, so I shifted it back to my face. I stared at her for just a moment longer before I swung my legs off the bed and stood. The floor was cool under my feet as I cros

DOMINIC'S POVI stepped into the house by nine that morning. The familiar quiet house greeted me, though I could feel someone’s presence before I even looked up. My eyes shifted to the foyer, and Ruby stood there.She stood barefoot, wearing an oversized blue button-up shirt that looked like it could swallow her whole. Her red hair was swept up into a messy bun, and for the first time since I’d met her, she looked soft. No dresses, no heels, no layers of carefully applied makeup. Just her. And damn, she looked good.The frown pulling at her lips was a clear warning. "Dominic, where have you been?"I shrugged off my coat, hanging it on the rack. "Out.""Out?" she repeated, crossing her arms. "That’s the best you’ve got? It’s nearly up to ten in the morning.""Good to know you can tell time," I said dryly, striding past her and toward the bar. I needed a drink, something to wash away the remnants of my anger of Gabriel.She followed me. "Dominic, I’m serious. Where were you?"I grabbed

RUBY’S POVDominic opened the car door and stepped out first. The wind whipped his shirt against his chest as he turned and reached for my hand. I grabbed it and stepped out.I wore a short white bodycon halter-neck dress, and so the sudden cold made me shiver. But the sight before me made me freeze in place. The private jet was white with gold around its wings and nose, sleek and very massive. Its wings stretched out as if it could take over the whole sky. The initials of DR was painted along its side.“This is yours?” I asked.Dominic glanced down at me. “It’s actually the company's."I rolled my eyes. "So.... technically yours.”"If you say so." He muttered.Before I could respond, his hand moved to the small of my back. The feel of his fingers against my bare back was warm and distracting. A tingling sensation spread from where his fingers rested, and I shivered again. I tried to focus on the plane, the tarmac, anything other than the way my body seemed to react to his touch.He l

DOMINIC'S POVHer confession had left me speechless. Ruby was staring up at me with those large green eyes, her dress undone at the front to reveal her boobs, her hair flailing out on either side of her face like an inferno. She was my gorgeous little secret."I shouldn't have said that." She apologized. "Shut up." I cut her off and kissed her again.Her tongue glided over the seam of my lips, then retreated, teasing, tormenting me further. My body was strung tight, had been since we'd kissed on the way here.I moved away from her, even as my body screamed in protest. Apparently, she felt the same because her hands immediately went for the snap on my jeans. Ruby unbuttoned my jeans and helped me push them, along with my boxers, down to the floor. I kicked the clothes aside and came back to her.Then kneeling on both sides of her chest, I held my dick ready."Squeeze your boobs together, Kitten." I ordered."Wait." Ruby reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of what looked like

RUBY’S POVDominic led me into his Milani home, gesturing toward the expansive foyer as though it were just another space in his day-to-day life. The walls were mostly glass, letting in a whole lot of sun. Like his house in Seattle, every detail was part of a strict palette of white, gray, and black. It was minimalist, but in that intentional way that made me know that someone put a lot of effort into decorating this house.It also made me want to add a bit of colour to it.I glanced at the gray leather sofas in the living room. They were shining like they’d been polished moments before we arrived. The few solid walls were white at the top, blending into a muted gray at the bottom. Even the glass walls seemed impossibly clear, reflecting everything so perfectly that I caught my own startled expression as I looked around.At the far end of the room, a massive television dominated the space. It was at least three times the size of the one I had in my condo.Dominic glanced at me. “I kn