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76. Wild Hearts, Reckless Hands

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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

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    The morning unfolded like a perfectly choreographed ballet inside Black & Rowe headquarters.Sunlight cut across the high-rise glass walls, painting streaks of gold across the gleaming floors of the executive level. The air smelled faintly of espresso, ambition, and expensive leather, mingling in that very specific scent found only in offices where billions moved like chess pieces. The glass structure shimmered like a promise of power, perfection, and absolute control. Inside, the hum of a regular workday had already begun.Amelia stepped off the elevator with a soft ding, her heels tapping against the marble floor as she walked toward her office. She looked composed, hair in a sleek high ponytail, navy pantsuit tailored to precision, and her expression calm but alert. She offered a warm smile to Lina, the executive floor assista

  • Surrendering to the Billionaire   87. Craving You, Claiming Me

    Adrian closed the door behind him, slowly.“Say it again,” he whispered.Amelia tilted her head. “Say what?”“That you couldn’t sleep without me.”She arched her brow. “I never denied it.”His voice dropped. “Say it anyway.”She stepped closer, fingers sliding up his chest. “I couldn’t sleep without you.”Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Good.”He lifted her in one smooth motion, carrying

  • Surrendering to the Billionaire   86. Espresso, Silk Sheets, and Unfinished Love

    The morning after the break-in didn’t begin with screaming alarms or encrypted threats. It began with sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting golden streaks over the plush ivory rug. For the first time in weeks, there was no urgency in the air, no emergency calls, no encrypted messages blinking with warnings. Just sunlight. And the soft hum of the city waking up.Amelia stretched like a cat, limbs tangled in soft sheets, the scent of Adrian still fresh on the pillow beside her. She blinked groggily, then rolled over, expecting the bed to be empty again. But it wasn’t.He was still there. Flat on his back, hair a mess, one arm draped over his eyes like the sunlight was personally attacking him.“You’re still here?” she murmured, voice low and lazy.Adrian moved his arm and looked at her, squinting. “I was held hostage by the bed.”She grinned. “Should I call fo

  • Surrendering to the Billionaire   85. The Ghost in the Glass

    Amelia woke before the sun. The early hours of morning bled into the penthouse like a reluctant truth. The skyline shimmered with false serenity, but inside the walls of glass and steel, war was being waged, not with guns or threats, but with code, manipulation, and the quiet, crushing weight of obsession.Adrian was gone from the bed, his side of the sheets already cool. She rolled into the space he’d left, burying her face into the faint trace of his scent, leather, cedar, and that hint of something darker.She reached for her phone. No missed calls. No messages. And yet she felt watched.A subtle prickle on the back of her neck told her the game had shifted again.She rose slowly, tying her robe tighter. Her steps were silent on the marble floors as she padded out in

  • Surrendering to the Billionaire   84. The Echo in Her Silence

    The conference room fell into a tense silence, the glow from the monitors casting a cold light on the faces of those present. Amelia’s words hung in the air like static, making the room feel heavier. The monitors blinked silently, casting a cold glow across their faces.Adrian didn’t move. Not even a blink. His gaze was fixed on the monitors as if staring long enough would make the woman behind the codename reveal herself.Amelia, however, shifted closer to the screen, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, more in defense than defiance. “What if it’s personal?” she repeated, slower this time.The analyst nodded. “We’re digging. Whoever she is, she’s good. Smart. Covered her tracks with precision. We’ve got code pattern

  • 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

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