All Chapters of The Billionaire DNA Match: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[Emily] The taxi ride back to the hotel passed in a blur of neon lights and very nauseating turns. It was like my body was moving on autopilot, replaying everything that had just happened in a loop. Those filthy messages, those pictures, those young girls posed like merchandise, like objects. And not as children, children who needed to be protected."Oh, God!" I exclaimed, my heart breaking into pieces every time I thought of what they might have gone through. I wanted to throw up, and the tears wouldn't stop flowing.The taxi driver gave me a concerned look, but I couldn't care less. My phone had been ringing with his name for five minutes now, but I couldn't bring myself to answer. I couldn't pretend I hadn't seen what I did. And I didn't want to hear his voice because it just made me feel sick. I'd looked up to him, I'd admired him, and I'd had a crush on him for god's sake because I thought he was different from the rest, but I was wrong. I'd fallen for the facade of a paedophil

[Elias]The woman in my arms moaned as I kissed down her throat, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. She was beautiful, with dark hair and red lips, the kind of woman I was usually into. The kind of woman I lost myself in when the weight of everything became too much.I didn't know her name. I'd just picked her up downstairs because I wanted to let loose. But tonight, even with this woman in my arms, even as I felt her touch, I felt nothing.In fact, my mind wasn't there. It was back in my office, hours ago, with Emily's face inches from mine, her lips parted, her breath mingling with mine. I'd wanted to close that distance more than I'd wanted anything in years. And then my phone had fucking ruined it.I pulled the woman's blouse down more out of habit than desire. She gasped, arching into me, and I bent my head to her breast…EmilyThe thought hit me like a blade. I paused, the woman's nipple in my mouth, and for a moment I felt nothing but disgust at myself. T

[Elias]"Can you walk?" I asked."Obviously," Emily said as she took one step and grabbed the door frame with both hands. I took her by the arm without a comment and steered her down the curved staircase, one hand at her elbow, my other gripping the railing on her behalf. She concentrated very hard on each step, as though they were personally threatening her. At the bottom, she looked up at me with the expression of someone who'd just won something."Stairs," she announced."Wow, stairs, let's carry on."I guided her through the bar and out into the quieter corridor toward the lifts. The music in the background faded and was replaced with the distinct chatter in the lobby. The air was far cooler out here. It seemed Emily felt the same because she breathed in and out."I'm not usually like this," she said while we waited for the elevator. I gave her a small smile before whispering, "I know.""And I'm not drunk, so that you know. "Before I could refute her claims, the elevator arrived.

[Emily]I started to slide out of the bed, still clutching the sheet, but my legs were tangled in the fabric, and my head was spinning from the hangover, and I ended up tumbling off the side of the bed to the ground with a yelp.The sound finally woke him."What—" Lockwood sat up sharply, the sheet pooling further down his waist. My eyes widened, expecting to see a part of a body, but instead, they found the dark blue pants underneath. Oh!Why did I sound disappointed?Lockwood's eyes found mine immediately. "Emily? What are you doing on the floor?"I stared up at him, mortified, still half naked, tangled in hotel sheets, and absolutely nowhere to go. Because this was my hotel room. My room! I couldn't escape anywhere but the hallway, and I was currently wearing nothing but a sheet."I was just…" I trailed off, my face burning.Lockwood looked at me, then at the state of the room, then back at me. Something softened in his expression. "You look like you're about to have a heart attack

[Emily]His hand slid down, pushing the sheet aside, and I didn't stop him. I couldn't. Every inch of me was on fire, desperate for his touch, hungry for more.His hands moved to my breast and gave each a squeeze before his lips descended on them, taking my breath away. I let out a sharp gasp as his tongue twirled against my nipple. Desire as hot as fire surged through me and had me moaning in ecstasy.His palm flattened against my stomach, warm and calloused, and I shivered. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, circling my navel, skating along the edge of the sheet wrapped about my waist.I was wet, very wet, and I needed him to inch a little bit lower."Elias," I breathed, clouded with lust. I'd never called him by his first name before. And no name coming from my mouth had ever sounded like that before, like a prayer or a plea. A plea for what?He lifted his head to look at me, and there was something in his eyes, something I couldn't explain. Wonder, maybe—hunger or both.