LOGINShare
54. Close Quarters
Last Updated:
2025-04-07 22:00:15The elevator ride up to the penthouse was quiet, well, mostly quiet.
By the time they reached Adrian’s penthouse, Amelia was beginning to regret agreeing to come back with him. Not because she was afraid of him. Not because she thought she’d lose control again. But because Adrian Black had a way of making everything feel like an invitation for seduction.
Adrian stood beside Amelia, impossibly close, his hands tucked into his pockets, his storm-gray eyes trained on her. She was trying her very best to pretend that she didn’t feel the weight of his gaze, that she wasn’t hyper aware of every slow breath he took, of the way the air between them was thick with something unspoken.
He was giving her that look again. The one that said, 
Related chapters
Surrendering to the Billionaire 55. No More Running
The doorbell rang, shattering the moment.Amelia exhaled, blinking as if snapping out of a daze. Adrian lingered for a second longer, his storm-gray eyes locked onto hers, searching, waiting. Then, with an unreadable smirk, he turned and walked toward the door.Amelia released the breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Her heart was still hammering in her chest.What the hell was that?One kiss. One devastating, soul-consuming kiss, and suddenly she felt like she had fallen all over again.Adrian returned, carrying a bag of takeout, looking completely unbothered by the fact that he had just sent her entire world spiraling. “Din
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Surrendering to the Billionaire 56. A Dangerous Bet
The next morning, the first thing Amelia became aware of was warmth. The steady rise and fall of a chest beneath her palm, the soft rhythm of a heartbeat under her fingertips.Adrian Black.She was wrapped in his arms, curled against his bare chest, his scent lingering on her skin like a dangerous reminder of everything that had happened last night. She swallowed hard, trying to shift away, but the moment she moved, his grip tightened."Going somewhere, sweetheart?"Amelia froze. His voice was thick with sleep, rough and deep, laced with amusement. She tilted her head up and God! help her, there it was. That infuriating, knowing smirk."I swe
Last Updated : 2025-04-09Surrendering to the Billionaire 57. The Edge of Surrender
Amelia was in trouble. Not the kind of trouble that could be reasoned away, not the kind that had an easy escape route. No, this was Adrian Black trouble, the kind that seeped into her bones, tangled in her veins, and refused to let go.She had never been the kind of woman to let a man consume her thoughts. Until now. She hated it. Hated how her mind drifted to Adrian even when she willed it not to. Hated how his voice lingered in her ears, smooth and teasing. Hated that she could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin.And most of all?She hated how none of it felt wrong. Amelia tried her best guarding her heart, reinforcing walls built from betrayal and distrust. Yet Adrian had slipped past them like he had always belonged inside.
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Surrendering to the Billionaire 58. Caught in the Crossfire
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.Amelia should have known better. She should have. She should have pulled open the door, should have faced Adrian, should have done anything but sit there, gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping her from unraveling.But she had done nothing. And Adrian had left.That should have made her feel relieved. It didn’t. It felt like losing a battle she hadn’t even realized she was fighting.She buried her face in her hands, cursing herself. You let him in too much. You let yourself feel too much. She had spent years guarding her heart, building walls out of steel and spite. And Adrian Black? He had slipped past them like he belonged inside.
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Surrendering to the Billionaire 59. The Fall
Amelia was restless. She barely slept. She tossed and turned, her mind a chaotic battlefield of memories, emotions, and Adrian Black.The worst part? She had no one to blame but herself. She walked into his office last night, challenged him, and yet, when he called her bluff when he told her he was done chasing, she walked out. Again. And now, she was paying the price.The morning sun filtered through her bedroom window, but instead of warmth, all she felt was frustration. She stared at the ceiling, trying to untangle the mess of emotions twisting inside her. She had never been this emotionally tangled before. Never let someone get under her skin like this. Adrian Black was a problem. Her problem.She hated how easy it was for him to own her, even when she wasn’t his t
Last Updated : 2025-04-12Surrendering to the Billionaire 60. A Night for Us
Amelia arrived at Adrian’s penthouse, her heart pounding, nerves tingling in the pit of her stomach. She had never done anything like this before, not with him, anyway.The penthouse felt impossibly grand as she walked through the doors, the city skyline stretching out behind glass windows. She had spent the day preparing for this, no games, no masks, just a raw, open attempt to show him something she had never said aloud before.Dinner was waiting on the long glass dining table, the faint flicker of candlelight casting shadows on the sleek, modern furnishings. She had done everything - the candles, the wine, the food, all meticulously arranged. Everything was perfect, save for the knot in her stomach. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to prove or whether she even believed this would work. But she had to try. She couldn
Last Updated : 2025-04-13Surrendering to the Billionaire 61. Morning Confessions & Unspoken Promises
Amelia woke to the scent of cedar and something unmistakably Adrian. The first thing Amelia noticed when she woke up was warmth. Not just the warmth of silk sheets tangled around her legs or the golden morning light filtering through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. No, it was the warmth of him.Adrian Black.His warmth surrounded her, his strong arm draped over her waist, his breath steady against the back of her neck, his body pressed firmly against hers. His breathing was slow and steady, the even rise and fall of his chest against her back hypnotizing.She blinked, momentarily disoriented. For a moment, she just lay there, absorbing the stillness, the not so unfamiliar feeling of waking up here, with him. No running, no pretending. Just this.
Last Updated : 2025-04-14Surrendering to the Billionaire 62. Trouble in Paradise
Amelia couldn’t help but smile to herself as she sat at the sleek glass desk in office, her fingers dancing over her laptop’s keyboard. The morning had started with tension, but now it had settled into something comfortable, something that felt real.And yet, despite the relative calm, she couldn’t ignore the heat that lingered between them, the electric buzz that was always just beneath the surface. It was as if the air around them was charged, thick with unspoken words and desires that they were both trying to keep at bay. She felt she had never been good at keeping things at bay.Amelia had spent the last hour ignoring Adrian. Not because she wanted to. But because if she didn’t, she was going to do something insane, like straddle him on the couch and make them both late for work, considering the way he kep
Last Updated : 2025-04-15
Latest chapter
Surrendering to the Billionaire 83. Smoke and Mirrors
"But first, I'm going to explore. I'm going to touch and taste every inch of you."Adrian stared at Amelia’s neck, his lips trailing soft kisses down her throat, his hands caressing her skin, her shoulders, her arms. His touch was gentle yet firm, confident yet exploratory. He learned the slope of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. He traced the lacy edge of her bra, his fingers brushing against the soft mounds of flesh, making her arch into his touch.He unhooked her bra with ease, baring her to his gaze. He paused, his eyes taking in her nipples, hard and rosy from desire. Then he leaned down, taking one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak, suckling gently. She moaned, writhing beneath him, her wrists pulling against the restraints.
Surrendering to the Billionaire 82. Velvet Chains and Silk Sheets
The morning light broke too early. Amelia woke tangled in Adrian’s arms, his skin warm against hers, his breath steady, even as the weight of the world coiled tighter around them. The ache between her thighs was a raw, exquisite reminder of the night before. Last night hadn’t been soft.For one suspended moment, it felt like none of it was real — the photos, the headlines, the threats. Just his body curved around hers like armor. But then her phone buzzed. Again. She reached for her phone and flinched, more missed calls. Notifications, emails. Headlines she didn’t dare read.Adrian stirred, pressing a kiss to the top of her shoulder. “Don’t,” he murmured. “Not yet.”She nodded against his chest, her voice husky. &ld
Surrendering to the Billionaire 81. Wolves in Silk
Christian Christian didn’t stand when Adrian entered the office. He remained seated, legs casually crossed, fingers steepled under his chin, one arm draped over the back of the chair like it was a throne, looking for all the world like a king surveying his stolen throne. His dark suit was perfectly tailored, his tie casually loose like he had better places to be but chose this for the thrill, his expression unreadable behind the kind of smile that didn’t touch his eyes.Adrian stopped just inside the doorway, one hand on the edge of the glass desk. Amelia stood just behind Adrian, her posture tense, instincts prickling.“Christian.” Adrian said coolly, stepping inside. “Didn’t realize we were taking visitors this early.”Christ
Surrendering to the Billionaire 80. Homecoming, with Consequences
The city greeted them like a sharp intake of breath, brisk, fast, and unrelenting. The city felt colder than she remembered. Gone were the soft rustle of palm trees and the endless lull of ocean waves. In their place horns, high heels clacking against pavement, and a skyline that blinked with a thousand ambitions.It wasn’t just the weather—though it was gray and damp, a soft drizzle peppering the windshield as the car glided down the familiar road that led to Adrian’s penthouse. No, it was something else. The way the skyline looked more steel than silver. The way the buildings rose like jagged teeth rather than shimmering towers.Amelia rested her forehead against the cool glass of the car window, watching raindrops chase each other down the pane.Vaca
Surrendering to the Billionaire 79. Skin on Fire
Adrian gently laid Amelia down on the plush blanket he had spread out on the sand. The cool night air and distant sound of waves provided a sensual backdrop as he gazed upon her beauty in the moonlight. His dark eyes smoldered with barely restrained desire as they roamed over her curves, taking in every detail.His hands slowly roamed her curves, caressing every inch of exposed skin as he undressed her piece by piece with aching tenderness. Amelia shivered under his touch, relishing the feel of his fingers igniting flames across her body. She arched into him, desperate for more."Adrian," she sighed, reaching for him.Their lips met in a deep, hungry kiss that spoke volumes of their longing for one another. Tongues twined and danced as their passion grew hotter. Adrian
Surrendering to the Billionaire 78. One Last Sunrise
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
Surrendering to the Billionaire 77. Tangled in Sunsets and Temptation
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
Surrendering to the Billionaire 76. Wild Hearts, Reckless Hands
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
Surrendering to the Billionaire 75. The Way He Holds Me
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
