All Chapters of Enslaved By My Billionaire Husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Helen’s POV“We are not done here, Helen.” He said, causing me to raise my head in shock.What the hell did he mean by that? What did he want to do to me? I had given him his pleasure, worshiped his penis the same way I had seen Skylar do. What else did he want me to do? I barely had any skills or tricks and it was still a wonder my sloppy act had made him cum the way he did.“I haven’t made you feel as good as you have made me feel.” He said and the pulsing in my core only got worse.Now, I desperately wanted to feel him deep within me. I wanted him to thrust hard into my core like he had done to me that day at his office. My body craved his control and lovemaking and I wondered how he was going to make it work in this situation.“But how? How do we make it work?” I asked, nodding down to his wheelchair.A mocking smile lined his lips and he ran his index finger along my lips. “You are so innocent.”I bent my head in shame at his words. He was right. I was so innocent, too pure an

Blake’s POVShe took my breath away the moment she walked out of the bathroom. It had been over thirty minutes of waiting for her to finish dressing up and honestly, she looked worthy of the effort she had put into her looks.She was clad in a flowy sundress which had beautiful red floral patterns. It hugged her body in the right places and gave her an innocent chic look. Her hair was styled in a high up-do, highlighting her facial features. I could spend all day staring at her.I still wasn’t sure what it was I was doing, but one thing I was certain about was that I could not keep on ignoring her effect on me anymore. My heart was way open to her and staying away was only going to hurt me. I could not afford any of that happening to me. She didn’t own my heart yet, and I hoped I would be able to control what it was that I felt for her.“You look so pretty, Helen.” I complimented as she walked towards me with a shy smile on her face.“Really?” Her eyes lit up at my compliment.“Yes,

Blake’s POVI shot Helen an angry gaze. How dare she? Did she have to take advantage of my kindness? I might be nice to her right now, but that didn’t mean she had to. There were things that I did not talk about, and my mother was one of them.“Umm, you look very angry. Is it something I said? Is it because I asked about your mom? I was just trying to know more about you, that’s all.” She said, apologetically, but it was too late for her to be sorry now.I was angry and all the painful memories I had tried to keep buried all my life flooded my head right, filling me with a very bitter taste in my mouth. This was the issue with women. You showered them with a little bit of kindness and they would take advantage of you and hurt you in the worst way possible.“You know what? I think we have had a nice dinner. Let us call it a night.” I said and wiped my mouth with my napkin and threw it on the table, showing I was done with dinner.“Come on Blake. There is no need for you to get mad at m

Helen’s POV“Oh my God, you are making me feel so bad right now. Please don’t cry.” She begged and wiped at my face.“I am not crying. It’s just, I feel so embarrassed right now.” I said, trying to get a hold of myself. I could never just be perfect.She was right. I ought to be way better dressed than this but no, I was looking like a clown. Blake must be constantly embarrassed by my looks and it could contribute to why he hated me so much. I was so unexposed and childish.“Hey, there is no need for you to feel embarrassed at all. Look, I understand that you just got married to Blake and you are still used to your usual style, so I have a proposition.”“Allow me to make up for that incident at the pool by elevating your style game. You may not be aware, but I am a model myself and I assure you, I can take your dress game from a 2 to a 10 in no time.” She bragged.I stared at the woman and couldn't help but smile. Her confidence was contagious and honestly, I wanted to look half as g

Blake's POV The moment my phone pinged with a debit alert from Helen's first purchase, my mouth hung open. No, it wasn't because of the price of goods she had bought, nor was it because she was really spending my money. What shocked me was how she had figured out the pin to the card. I had gotten that card earlier on to give to her so she could use it for her running around. However, I had held onto it, hoping to teach her a lesson with it. Using her day and month of birth as her pin had been a good idea since I was getting the card for her. However, I was really surprised she had figured it out on her own. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as I always believed. More debit alerts had come in after that and I could tell she was having a swell time shopping. The last one, though, had come in just as I was getting into our suite. Funnily enough, the money she was spending from my card was nothing compared to what my celebrity girlfriends usually spend on themselves in one outing. I could