The night was far from over.
Amelia had spent the last hour mingling with some of the most powerful people in the business world, yet her mind was tethered to only one, Adrian Black. Every glance, every smirk, every damn moment of tension between them gnawed at her like an unsolved mystery.
Standing by the sleek marble bar, Amelia took a slow sip of her champagne, feeling the weight of Adrian’s gaze from across the room. He was speaking with a group of executives, his posture relaxed, but she knew better. Adrian was never just relaxed, he was always watching, always strategizing. And right now?
He was focused on her.
Her lips curled into a slow smirk. Two could play this game.
“Tell me,” Adrian murmured, dragging his lips down her neck, “who do you belong to?”The arrogance. The sheer dominance in his voice made her head spin. But she wasn’t one to surrender so easily.She tilted her chin defiantly. “No one.”Adrian stilled. Then, in a swift motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her harder against the mirror.“No one?” His voice was rough now, his control slipping.She smirked against his lips. “That’s what I said.”Something in him snapped. His mouth crashed onto he
Adrian's gaze raked over Amelia’s body, taking in the sight of her glistening skin and swollen lips. "You look good like this," he agreed, his voice rough with satisfaction. "But we're not done yet."He pulled away from her, his hands moving to unclasp her bra. She shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. He pushed her down onto the mattress, his weight pressing against her as he kissed a trail down her neck to her collarbone.His fingers dipped between her legs, teasing the sensitive flesh there. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of him pressing against her entrance.Amelia squirmed beneath him, her hips thrusting up to meet his touch. His fingers were cold and wet, and she could feel herself growing more aroused by the second.Adrian chuckled against her skin, his fingers sliding deeper inside her. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I love that you're mine."She arched he
Amelia woke to the sensation of warm lips trailing soft kisses along her bare shoulder. Her body was sore but pleasantly so, a reminder of the night before the way Adrian had claimed her over and over again, his name still lingering on her lips. She shifted slightly, feeling the delicious ache between her thighs, and sighed as his arms tightened around her.“You’re awake,” Adrian murmured against her skin, his voice thick with sleep. His breath was warm, his lips tracing lazy circles against her collarbone.Amelia stretched, her muscles still languid from exhaustion, and turned in his embrace to face him. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over his sharp jawline and tousled dark hair. His blue eyes were hooded with satisfaction, but there was something else hidden beneath the
The city was alive below them, a sea of shimmering lights stretching beyond the penthouse windows. The skyline was breathtaking, but Amelia barely noticed it. Her mind was consumed by one thought, one truth Adrian refused to share.Adrian had secrets — deep, buried truths that he refused to share. He knew her before they ever met. And now, she was done waiting for answers.She set her wine glass down, turning toward Adrian, who was seated across from her, his storm gray eyes flickering over the rim of his own drink. He was watching her, the way he always did like he was reading her thoughts before she even spoke them.She hated how much he owned her, not just in bed, but in every single way that mattered."Are
The silence in Adrian’s penthouse was deafening.Amelia gripped the journal tightly as she stepped into the hallway, her breath unsteady, her heart slamming against her ribs. Every step away from him felt like an impossible weight pressing down on her. The truth had shattered everything she thought she knew, leaving her standing at the edge of a precipice with no idea whether she was about to fall, or if she’d already fallen too far.Behind her, Adrian hadn’t moved. He stood in the doorway of his study, his expression unreadable, his storm gray eyes locked onto her like a predator watching its prey make a fatal mistake.She should have kept walking. She had to get out. Out of this penthouse. Out of Adrian’s intoxicating hold. Out of the carefully craf
The city stretched beneath Amelia like an endless sea of lights, but she barely noticed. She stood by Sarah’s apartment window, arms wrapped around herself, as she stared at the city through the rain-streaked window, her fingers curled around a cup of tea she hadn’t touched. Her thoughts had become an exhausting cycle of questions, ones she wasn’t sure she wanted the answers to.The walls of Sarah’s apartment closed in around Amelia like a cage. It had been three days since she walked away from Adrian, but the weight of him still pressed against her, a phantom she couldn’t escape, she still felt like she was suffocating under his presence.Why had Adrian waited so long to tell her the truth?Had he ever actually planned to tell her at all?
The world outside the café was loud — car horns, distant chatter, the rustling of autumn leaves caught in the wind. But between them?Only silence.Amelia hated the way her body betrayed her, the way her pulse thrummed wildly just from being this close to him again. Adrian had always had a presence that sucked the air from the room, that demanded attention, demanded submission.And God help her, she was still drawn to him. Even now, even after everything, she wanted him. But that didn’t erase the truth. It didn’t erase his betrayal. It didn’t erase the game he had played with her life.Adrian’s thumb grazed her jaw in a way that sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine. His storm-
Amelia didn’t sleep.She lay in the guest bed at Sarah’s apartment, staring at the ceiling as the city buzzed faintly outside. The sheets felt wrong, too crisp. The room was too quiet, too unfamiliar. Everything about it screamed temporary.She had walked away from Adrian. She had chosen to leave.So why did it feel like she had only left a part of herself behind?No matter how far Amelia ran, no matter how much distance she put between them, she was never really free of Adrian Black. He was everywhere. In her head. In her skin. In her fucking soul.The realization struck her like a slow,
The last morning on the island came wrapped in golden hush, in a kind of silence that made everything feel heavier. Not sad, not quite, not yet. But something lingered in the air, something that felt like goodbye.Amelia stirred before the sun did. She heard the sound of waves, slow and rhythmic against the shore. The breeze, warmer now with summer’s edge, drifted in through the open terrace doors, rustling the white curtains and brushing across the bare skin of her arms.She reached across the bed, instinctively searching for warmth—but found only crumpled sheets. She blinked, eyes adjusting to the soft morning glow. Adrian wasn’t beside her. His presence was everywhere, the scent of his cologne faint on the pillow, the imprint of his body in the mattress, the echo of his voice from last night, whispering pro
The morning after felt like silk unfolded slowly, like molasses dripping under the golden spill of coastal light.Golden light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adrian’s villa, catching on the fluttering curtains and dancing across the bed where Amelia lay wrapped in one of Adrian’s T-shirts and an oversized comforter. Her body was still humming from the way Adrian had kissed her last night, from the way he’d held her like she was something precious, not fragile, but irreplaceable.Adrian had gotten up early, but not before pressing a kiss to her temple and murmuring something about coming back with breakfast. She wasn’t entirely convinced that there hadn't been a bribe to stop her from demanding more rounds last night.She blinke
The ocean sparkled under the late-morning sun, a blinding expanse of endless blue stretching toward the horizon. The air was humid and salted, the sky painted in strokes of blue and gold as early afternoon pressed into view.On the private beach nestled below Adrian’s coastal villa, paradise looked like a postcard. Amelia, however, was not feeling particularly zen. Especially not when Adrian revved the engine of the jet ski and sent them flying across a wave that could’ve launched them straight into orbit.Adrian turned, smirking over his shoulder. “Ready, sweetheart?”Amelia stood on the dock, squinting into the sunlight. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, and a bright coral bikini peeking through the open
The moment Adrian’s lips crashed into hers, the world fell away. The air between them was thick with heat and longing, heavy enough to drown in.The storm outside faded into a distant hum, nothing but white noise compared to the thunder in Amelia’s chest. He kissed her like she was the only thing tethering him to reality, like the craving for her was so deep it had carved a permanent space in his soul. His mouth moved with a hunger that contradicted the slow burn simmering just beneath the surface.She responded just as fiercely.There was no rush to undress. No frantic fumbling. Just the fevered, maddening art of holding back of tasting, teasing, testing the limits of restraint.Adrian broke the kiss bu
The morning arrived with a storm, rolling in from the sea with an ominous rumble of thunder. Sheets of rain battered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, the wind howling like a restless beast. The sky was dark, casting an eerie glow over the room, but inside, cocooned beneath the thick covers, Amelia felt nothing but warmth. The sky outside was a deep shade of gray, casting the bedroom in a muted, dreamlike light. It was the kind of morning that begged for laziness, for tangled sheets and whispered words.She stirred against Adrian’s chest, her bare skin brushing against his. He was awake, his arm lazily draped around her waist, fingers tracing slow, idle circles on her hip. Even in sleep, he was possessive. Even in a storm, he was in control.Amelia sighed, her lips brushing against his collarbone. “It&rsq
Adrian Black was not a man who shared. He didn’t tolerate competition. He didn’t believe in second chances. And he sure as hell didn’t like watching another man look at what belonged to him, especially not Amelia.Amelia knew this. She had known it the moment she first met him, the moment she first saw the raw, untamed intensity in his storm-gray eyes. And yet, she couldn’t help herself pushing him, teasing him, testing the very limits of his control every time she got a chance. It was a dangerous thrill she was hopelessly addicted to.That flirtatious street vendor might have been a harmless fool, but Amelia’s teasing? That was deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing, stoking the fire, pushing him to the edge, daring him to lose control.
Amelia should have known better. Messing with Adrian Black was like playing with fire, dangerous, exhilarating, and bound to leave a mark. And judging by the wicked gleam in his storm-gray eyes, she was about to get burned.Still dangling over his shoulder, dripping from the ice-cold water she had just dumped on him, Amelia kicked her legs in protest. "Adrian! Put me down!"He ignored her, carrying her effortlessly through the villa. His grip on her thighs was firm, possessive, as if she belonged to him like she wasn’t going anywhere until he decided."Adrian," she tried again, squirming.His palm landed on her ass in a sharp, warning slap. "Keep struggling, sweetheart. I dare you."
Sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the rumpled sheets. Amelia groaned as she stirred. The first thing she registered was warmth. Not just the warmth of silk sheets tangled around her body, or the golden sunlight spilling through the villa’s floor-to-ceiling windows, it was the warmth of him.She stirred, stretching slightly, only to regret it instantly. Every inch of her felt the aftermath of last night, the roughness, the desperation, the way Adrian had absolutely wrecked her, a reminder of exactly what had happened last night.She blinked slowly, disoriented by the brightness, her limbs feeling too heavy to move. The room was quiet except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, and a low, amused chuckle that sent shivers down her spine.
"You looked stunning in that dress," Adrian rasped, eyes devouring her.Amelia smirked. "And now?"His gaze darkened, his fingers tracing the bare skin he'd been longing to touch all evening."Now?" His voice was pure sin. "You look ruined just how I like you. Why’re you so fucking beautiful, Amelia?"She looked divine and there was no way to ignore that. He cupped her breasts, reveling at the feel of their heavy weight. He grazed his fingers across her already hard nipples, then he abruptly replaced his fingers with his mouth, kissing and sucking, first one breast then the other.Amelia took Adrian by his hand and led him to the edge of her bed. Then