Page 60 of Adonis: The Cost of a Billionaire's Heart
Seconds later, D came with a grunt of his own. Holding me to him and throbbing so intensely into my pussy that I felt everything—every pulse, every twitch, and every thick, sticky drop of cum he filled me with.
His movements slowed, the thrusts jerky and shallow, but enough to still make my body sing. Finally, he slipped out of my body and flipped me again before reaching between my legs. Adonis pushed his leaking seed back into me, his fingertips brushing against the bundle of nerves deep in my body with every swipe.
My body tingled in the aftershocks. “Oooh shit.”
“I don’t want you anyway but this way.”
I rolled my eyes before staring at his gorgeous face. His eyes were soft, and his lips were half turned up in a billion-dollar smile that was just for me. To other people, he was an intimidating man, but to me, Adonis would always be the kind ofman who loved me and wanted nothing more than my pleasure and happiness.
“What? Full of your cum?” I teased.
He tossed back his head and laughed, but his fingers didn’t stop. “Yes.” Leaning over my body, he found my lips with his. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and for a few seconds, there was nothing but the feel of his lips against mine and the building pleasure his fingers were giving me as they slid in and out of my sweet spot.
“Either full of cum, or full of my babies.” Thrusting his fingers up, he stared down at me. “Those are your only choices now, future Mrs. Holland.”
I’d putSimora to sleep with my dick, but I couldn’t sleep at all. I spent the night watching over Simora as she slept peacefully beside me. I should’ve been too, but I was too distracted to sleep—waiting by the burner phone for a confirmation that my orders had been taken out. It didn’t vibrate until 2:47 in the morning.
Unknown:
It’s done.
My chest deflated with a long sigh. Finally, I could rest assured that Jadarius would no longer be a ticking time bomb in our lives. Only, I still couldn’t rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his fucking face.
That nigga deserved it.
I justified my decision by telling myself I was protecting Simora and Mason, and that I was getting street justice for my father. But had I? Or did I extinguish what I recognized to be a threat on my chessboard? Fuck it. I’d done worse.
Holland Enterprises was built on secrets—on drug deals made in the alleyways and street corners to deadly favors in exchange for power and money in the boardroom. But this situation was different. It was personal on many levels for both of us. Sim had said yes to becoming my wife, to becoming the forever partner of the man I’d invented for the camera. And Mason—he’d probably start wanting to call me ‘Dad’ one day instead of Mr. H.
If I told her the truth, that meant risking losing everything—the woman of my dreams, the wedding, the built-in family, and the future I didn’t even realize I wanted before I saw her crying in that fucking elevator. Now I’d kill for it. I had killed for it.
On the other hand, I could push it down—bury it. I could make a vow to take it to my grave. All I needed to do was be the man they needed until I took my last breath. Isn’t that what love was about?
But what if I couldn’t keep it down? What if she woke up and I came clean? Would she understand my dual lifestyle? That everything I’d done had been for her and Mason? That I couldn’t allow a world in which he ever got released and was able to come near them? Or would she see me for what I was—what I’d always been—a rich mothafucka who resolved issues with cruelty and currency?
I turned onto my side, wrestling with the nagging concept about what would happen if the truth didn’t stay buried. Money could buy a lot of things, but loyalty wasn’t one of them. What if my dark secret clawed its way into the light just like Simora’s had? I refused to lose her again.
5:00 a.m.
My eyes popped open to the sound of my scheduled alarm sounding off. Somewhere between receiving the text and confronting my darkest fears, my brain had finally shut off, allowing me to get at least a couple of hours of sleep. But like clockwork, I was up.
By the time I decided to ease out of bed over an hour later, the premature rays of sunlight were peeking through her bedroom curtains. I quietly made my way down the hall to the living room, seeing our completed LEGO rocket ship on the table.
I sat on the couch next to Mason’s kid-sized chair and checked the local headlines for any trace of Jadarius’s name or untimely death. There were none yet.Good.I’d gone through every precaution to ensure nothing about last night’s encounter traced back to me. I had every camera wiped for the duration of my time there and paid the guards on duty handsomely to keep their fuckin’ mouths wired shut. My thoughts shifted when I heard the shuffling of feet coming down the hall. I jerked my neck to see Simora approaching the couch.
“Good morning,” she greeted me, entering the living room with a Versace kimono draped over her masterpiece of a body. She looked like peanut butter on the outside with a pussy that tasted like Reese’s Pieces.
“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”
“Good. When I woke up and saw the ring on my finger, I thought I was dreaming, especially when I saw you weren’t there.”
“Nah. I just came out here because I didn’t want to disturb you. My body wakes up like clockwork, whether I get an adequate amount of sleep or not,” I confessed.
“Want a cup of coffee? It’s nothing fancy, but it’ll keep you awake,” she offered with a yawn as she tiptoed into the kitchen.
My chin dipped. “Sure. Thank you,” I responded before clearing my throat. “I think we should talk about the wedding.”
Her brows snapped together. “You’re not about to tell me last night was a mistake again, are you?”
