IN THE BILLIONAIRE'S BED

🔥 Four scorching billionaire romances of power, passion, and possession

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🔥 Every billionaire has a weakness...and she's about to become his.

MORE THAN CRAVE YOU
I need to hire a wife. But I only want my assistant.

TEMPTED BY THE BILLIONAIRE
The ruthless billionaire offers me everything I want—if I surrender to him.

FOREVER WICKED
Her billionaire husband blackmailed her for a honeymoon, but she stole his heart.

WATCH ME
To achieve her dreams, all she has to do is seduce the enemy…

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🔥 What you'll devour inside:
💋 Age-Gap Obsession
🧔🏻 Ruthless Billionaire Heroes
🖤 Blackmail
🔥 Forbidden Love
🏠 Forced Proximity
👔 Office Romance

🔥 Inside FOREVER WICKED 🔥

Gia Angelotti sat across from her estranged husband and tried not to visibly shake. Impossible. The man—and the power that rolled off him—always rattled her.

The restaurant she’d chosen for their meeting was loud and public, even on a Tuesday night. Chatter filled the air, along with the faint notes of mariachi music floating from the overhead speakers. A young Hispanic man set salsa and a bowl of chips on the table between them. She barely noticed. She couldn’t do anything except stare.

God, Jason looked even better than the last time she’d seen him. His dark hair had been precisely razor trimmed. His intense blue eyes were even more striking against the stubble clinging to his sharp jaw and his stark white collar. A charcoal suit coat hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. Then again, the man was a billionaire, so he’d likely had it made to fit him.

Seeing him again gripped her heart with a bittersweet pang. She’d missed him so much. But his expression was unreadable.

She shouldn’t have come. But Gia knew she owed him. Jason deserved to know why she’d skipped out nearly a year ago, just days after their marriage.

She cleared her throat and tried to calm her nerves. “I was surprised when Thorpe called and said you wanted to see me.”

“I want talk to you, and you didn’t leave me any choice.”

Gia tried not to wince. “You’re right, and I take full responsibility for that.”

“Then explain why you left and ceased speaking to me.”

“I was going through a lot and—”

“I would have been there for you,” he growled. “But I couldn’t help you since you told me nothing.”

“My life changed completely, and you didn’t sign up for all that. I didn’t think it was fair to drag you through my muck. We’d been married for, like, five minutes, so—”

“Five minutes or five decades, we were married.” He gripped the table like he was resisting the urge to slam his fist against it. “We still are. My number one job was to give you what you needed. You never gave me the chance.”

She felt his rage thick and sizzling between them. Gia fought not to plead with him, to point out that he’d made mistakes, too. “You’re right.”

His expression went from remote to downright chilly. “What had I ever done to make you believe that I’d leave you to deal with everything alone?”

Nothing. Maybe it was unfair, but his playboy image hadn’t given her the idea that he was prepared to cope with her unexpected problems.

“I didn’t expect you to take on my family crisis. It wasn’t your responsibility.”

“Wrong.” His mouth tightened. “You are my responsibility. As your husband, your problems are my problems. Instead of giving them to me, you shut me out and shouldered everything yourself. Stubborn, independent…” He clenched his jaw. “You’re making my palm itch.”

She hadn’t allowed herself to think about how much she’d missed his discipline, his touch. The memories made her womb clench, everything between her legs throb, and her heart ache.

“Who’s been taking care of you?” he demanded. “The bags under your eyes suggest you’re not sleeping enough. Your loose clothing tells me you’ve dropped fifteen pounds you didn’t have to lose. Your hair looks as if it hasn’t been cut in…what, six months?”

Seven, but who was counting.

“You have a broken fingernail and a shoe that needs resoling,” he went on. “I’m going to guess your pedicure is months old, as is the wax job between your legs.”

Gia gasped. Jason had always been observant, but his attention to her every detail left her speechless.

He leaned closer, intent. “Stop acting as if I don’t know you. I see you. Just like I see that no one has given a damn about you in the last year as I would have.”

She couldn’t refute him. God knew she’d missed him so much. “Why should I have what my heart desired when everyone around me was suffering?”

“If you thought you were sparing me, you thought wrong. As a husband, I’m worried. And as your Dom, I’m determined to give you hard boundaries the fastest way I can.” He grabbed his drink and took a long swallow before setting the glass carefully on the table.

“What do you see happening next? Between us, I mean.”

Now came the conversation she’d been dreading. “I’m assuming you want a divorce.”

Fury tightened his face. “You’re assuming?”

“We can’t go on this way.”

“Finally. Something we agree on.” He leaned in again, elbows braced on the table as his stare snared hers. “So I’m going to give you a choice: Spend between now and our anniversary with me—and I mean twenty-four/seven with me, in every way I deem. If the twenty-fourth rolls around and you still want a divorce, file. I won’t fight you. In fact, I’ll not only honor the terms of our prenuptial agreement, but I’ll give you the amount stipulated if we’d remained married five years. But if you want a divorce, I’m filing tomorrow, and you get nothing.” He raised a brow at her. “Decide now.”

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