Page 111 of The Billionaire's Vow

We walked over to the stairs and then stopped. I trembled, but he kept ahold of me. “I’m going to stay with Adelina for a while.”

We thanked the pilot and climbed the stairs, not stopping on the aisle to the bed in the back.

I hugged his waist, and he kissed my forehead, then took off my dress and shoes. It was part of his seduction, his control, and I willingly acquiesced.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told me.

So was Rocco. He removed his clothes and laid down with me, holding me at first, then he kissed my face, his hands warm all over my body, leaving his mark, his scent. It felt so good, but I wanted to be closer and reached for his cock. “Mmm, take it.” He gave it to me, moving against my hand. I took over, stroking him from the base to the tip, using the precum that glistened on the top. He felt strong in my hands, and I felt powerful, feeling how hard I could make him, how much he wanted me.

Rocco closed his hand over mine, and I let go and moved to my back. Our eyes connected as he moved on top, laying all his weight on me. “Ohh, Rocco.”

He pushed his cock inside my pussy, and held himself there. And I wrapped my arms and legs around him. My eyes closed, wishing it wouldn’t end.

His dick throbbed and thickened more, stretching me deliciously, then he started to move.

We both moaned in pleasure. He slowed his pace, dragging himself in and out. We kissed, and he ground his cock in deep. I moaned, over and over.

“You feel it. You belong to me,” he whispered.

My inner muscles tightened around him, and he groaned. There was nothing he’d leave me with. He ruined me, and there would never be anyone else. It was terrifying, but I had all but surrendered, hugging him tighter. “I do. I’m yours.”

“I’m your forever, Adelina.”

Tears fell down my face, but we were locked, staring at each other.

He changed his rhythm, swiveling his hips, moving faster and fucking me harder.

I lifted my hips, taking all he had to give. My heart pounded, and my pulse raced as his pumps inside of me grew more erratic, intense, and untamed. And I clung to him, wanting them all. Then I felt it, my orgasm, that shook me to my core, and I shattered, writhing.

“Ohh, ohh yes. Yes.”I love you.

“Adelina,” he moaned as he followed me right over the edge in pleasure.

He stayed inside of me and let me hold on to him. I needed every minute he could spare.

His boundless compassion met my weakness. That was strength. That was love.

And I believed with my whole heart I had all I needed.

My illustration submission was due tomorrow, and I had to decide on the complete mock finishes and the renders I’d created based on the texts. The fairy and the Shadow Prince had come to life in vivid colors. It was some of my best work, and even though Paul Crane had been encouraging, I was still nervous. I picked up my phone, took photos of each, and then sent them all to Rocco.

Adelina: What do you think?

A few seconds later, he responded.

Rocco: Brilliant! You’ll blow her away.

I smiled at his message, and a pang went through my chest.

Adelina: Thanks. How’s it going?

Rocco: Not the best. George wants more than I’m willing to give.

I deflated and texted back.

Adelina: I’m sorry, Rocco.

Rocco: I am, too, but I haven’t given up. We’ll make it work.

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