My lips trace a path down Adrian's sculpted torso, feeling the heat of his skin and the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingers. His hands find my hair, tangling gently as I make my way lower, planting kisses and soft bites along the way. Each touch elicits a low growl from him, a sound that sends a thrill through my body.When I finally reach his hips, I pause, glancing up to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. I brush my fingertips along his length, marveling at the way he twitches under my touch. His cock was about the same size or even bigger as I had read in books.Adrian's response is a guttural moan as I wrap my hand around his hardened cock, stroking slowly at first, enjoying the way he shudders beneath me. I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of precum at the tip. His hips jerk involuntarily, and I smile against him, savoring the power I hold in this moment.Gradually, I take him deeper
Lyra PovI wake up with a start, blinking against the harsh sunlight filtering through the curtains. As my eyes adjust, I realize Sebastian is already awake, propped up on one elbow watching me with an amused grin.Memories of last night come rushing back. One too many overpriced cocktails later and Sebastian's sultry glances and heated touches had me following him back to his penthouse suite.I can hardly believe I actually slept with Adrian's younger brother. He's part of one of the wealthiest families in the world. If Adrian is a billionaire, that technically makes Sebastian one too by default. Just your casual, mind-blowingly rich guy that I recklessly seduced and ended up in bed with.My gaze shamelessly roams over Sebastian's naked, muscular form peeking out from the tangled sheets pooled around his waist. God, he's like a living, breathing Greek god sculpture with that chiseled jaw and smoldering silver eyes.Part of me wants to slip out of bed quietly, mourning the likely fact
I wake up feeling utterly blissful, a pleasant tenderness pulsing between my thighs. As the lingering haze of sleep fades, flashes of last night's passion hit me. Adrian's searing kisses, his calloused hands roaming my body, the delicious grind of his hardness against my core.The way he tenderly kisses me going down to ravish my core and make me scream his name. The way I went down on him and drank all of his sweetness. I can't suppress the small smile that tugs at my lips. So, he was the mysterious stranger who I gave my virginity to at the club that wild night. It all makes sense now why his touch, his scent, felt so achingly familiar.It was my boss all along.Clearly things would definitely change after this.But yet...something still doesn't add up. If Adrian was indeed my sensual partner from that evening, how can he also be confined to this wheelchair? My brow furrows as I try to reconcile that missing piece of the puzzle.Heat rushes to my cheeks as I remember the vivid detai
Adrian's PovI wake just before dawn, the early morning light filtering in through the curtains. Stella is cuddled up against me, her bare skin warm and soft where it presses against my body. I can't help but pull her a little closer, breathing in the intoxicating floral scent of her hair.Last night's passionate memories come rushing back - Stella's lips hot and eager on mine, her form arching wantonly above me, the exquisite heat of being sheathed deep inside her at last.A possessive pride surges through me. After all this time craving her, desiring to make this woman truly mine, I've finally claimed what I've wanted for so long once again.My eyes rake over the delicate curves of her body, taking in the smatteri
I can't tear my eyes away from the shocking sight of Adrian running on that treadmill, his legs carrying him effortlessly. This whole time he's been able to walk...to run. He's been lying to me this entire time!A flood of hurt and confusion swirls inside me. I turn on my heel and rush out of the gym, barely registering Adrian calling my name behind me. Hot tears sting my eyes as I make my way back to our hotel room with singular focus.As soon as I'm inside, I yank my suitcase off the luggage rack and flip it open on the bed. I frantically start grabbing handfuls of my clothes and belongings, haphazardly shoving them inside.I need to get out of here. Away from Adrian and his deception."Stella, wait." Adrian's voi
Adrian advances toward me with the self-assured stride of a predator cornering its prey. Instinctively, I step back, my suitcase falling from my grip as I collide with the wall behind me."W-What are you doing?" I stammer out, unable to stop the flush of nervous heat spreading across my cheeks.He doesn't respond, at least not with words. His piercing gaze roams hungrily over every inch of my body, dark eyes glittering with an undisguised yearning that has my pulse stuttering.Soon Adrian stood before me, his form looming over me, one palm slamming against the wall by my head as he cages me in with his larger frame. His other hand drifts up, fingertips lightly tracing along my jaw and sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
The anticipation builds as he positions himself, teasing me.I gasp as he finally enters me, the initial stretch and fullness overwhelming in the best possible way. Adrian's eyes lock with mine, his expression one of intense focus and desire. Inch by inch, he sinks deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensation of our bodies joining.I arch my back, meeting his thrusts eagerly, craving more of him. Each stroke sends a surge of pleasure through me, building the tension in the pit of my stomach. Adrian's hands grip my hips firmly, guiding me in rhythm with his own movements, our bodies moving together as if they were made for this dance.The room echoes with the sound of our shared moans, the passion between us burning hotter with every thrust. I wrap my
I glare daggers at Adrian as he wheels himself up the ramp and onto his private jet. The handsome billionaire bastard stops to speak with his staff before disappearing inside the cabin.Ever since I discovered his deception about being paralyzed from the waist down, I haven't been able to say a single word to him...... well after our multiple steamy encounter last night. I curse my damn body for being weak to his touch. The urge to storm over and tip that damn wheelchair he's been faking needing is almost overpowering.But then flashes of memory from last night invade my mind - his muscular arms pulling me flush against his chest, the scorching trail his lips blazed down my neck, the way I was pinned underneath him on the bed as he...I shake my head sharply, cheeks flus