All Chapters of Surrendering to the Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Adrian asked in between the work out session. Amelia’s head was pushed backwards as she moaned under his sweet torture. “Jesus! It feels like heaven.” Adrian smirked. Her boobs were jumping with his every thrust. He pinched her nipples.  “Oops….” Amelia cried out in pleasure. Adrian moved closer to her body and took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking it mercilessly while kneading the other one like dough. His free hand was caressing her hair. Ameila’s hand stopped at his hair, taking them in her grip and pulling him more into her.  Her moans weren’t h

The 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,

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

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.

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