Tenacious Billionaire BWWM Romance Series - Books 1 to 4

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Trent dumped the last of her boxes onto the sofa and put his fists on his hips. Adalia stood beside him, staring around at the small, but well-furnished apartment. This was better than what she’d had before.

“What do you think?” he asked. She walked through to the kitchen and stroked the cool steel of the fridge door.

“It’s lovely,” she whispered, but her heart wasn’t in it. DeShawn had always been too intense. He’d been overly interested in her from the start then as soon as he’d had her the attention had dropped off. But this? This obsessive need and continuous interference?

It set her nerves tingling in the worst ways.

What if he actually hurt her? What if he hurt Trent?

“There’s something on your mind,” Trent said, appearing in the kitchen.

She nodded and went to the sink, then swept a glass from the drying rack and filled it with water. She drank it down in a few deep gulps.

“Talk to me, Adalia. You know you can trust me,” he said, but he didn’t close the distance between them, which was kind of a relief. She didn’t need their heat as an added distraction. There were layers upon layers of guilt now.

“I don’t want to talk,” she said.

“I know you do,” Trent insisted.

Adalia couldn’t handle it. Too much pressure from too many sides, and the pressure cooker’s lid popped off with a bang.

“You don’t know anything about me,” she screamed, then dropped the glass into the sink. It shattered against the metal bottom. “You want to believe you know what’s best but you don’t know anything.”

Trent didn’t react.

“I don’t need this kind of pressure from you,” she continued, gaining speed. “I don’t need your pity and your pep talks. I just need to be alone.”

“I won’t leave you to deal with this on your own. I want to help you.” Trent’s voice was a soothing balm, and her tears came on hot and fast. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, then tugged her tight against his body.

Adalia soaked in his rugged scent, lowering her head to meet the crook of his neck. He smelled fresh and his skin was toned. He stroked her hair then ran his thumb and ring finger down either side of her spine and she arched her back.

“It was DeShawn,” she murmured, lips touching his skin.

Trent’s hand slowed and he shrank back to look into her eyes. “What did he do?”

“It’s not what he did, it’s how he acted,” Adalia replied.

“Did he hurt you? Threaten you?”

“Kind of, I don’t know. He’s just claiming me like I’m his property. I can’t get rid of him and I’m afraid he’ll find me here.” She ran her hands up his arms, then rested them on those biceps, which were balls of tension.

“No,” Trent answered, and flexed involuntarily. “He won’t find you and I’ll deal with him if he comes near the bakery again.”

“But what about my dad?”

“Your dad will be fine. I’m pretty sure DeShawn won’t go there now that you’re gone.” Trent nodded. That assurance in himself and his ability to handle the situation gave her a major confidence boost, and she needed it after a few months of uncertainty.

“Thank you,” she whispered. She was malleable now. She’d given up on so much of who she was, the stubbornness had been stripped bare, but a tiny voice inside her whispered that she was better than this.

She knew she was better than DeShawn and felt ashamed for not standing up for herself. She shouldn’t need a man to watch her back.

“And as for property, or territory or whatever. Adalia,” he said, then brushed her cheek with his rough knuckles, “you’re nobody’s property. But you are the woman of my dreams.”

She drew in a shuddering gasp. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do,” he replied, then brought his lips to her throat and trailed a line of hot kisses down to the curve of her cleavage. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, and sweet desire flooded her middle and sped through her limbs.

“Trent, I’m afraid,” she murmured, and he paused with a finger hooked into the cup of her lacy white b*a.

“I’ll protect you, I swear it.” He dragged the fabric down and sucked her n****e, circling it with his tongue.

Adalia ran her fingers through his hair and jerked his head back. Trent snarled and glared up at her, animal desire rippled through his torso and arms. He gripped her breast, and she pulled his hair, bringing him to his feet.

“But who will protect me from you?” Adalia asked.

“Can’t help you there,” he grunted, then crashed into her, parting her lips and kissing her until her toes curled. He lifted her with ease and she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him.

Trent walked from the kitchen, kissing her neck, mouth, then along her jaw and back to her mouth again. His hands traveled everywhere, caressing and grabbing, like he couldn’t get enough.

The bedroom wasn’t far and he banged the door open with his foot and carried her in backward, so she wouldn’t get the brunt of the impact. He was desperate to get her onto the bed, and she was grateful. Her juices had soaked through her thong, and she shifted, rubbing against him to relieve herself a little.

“Adalia, you naughty girl,” he whispered, and she giggled. He dumped her onto the bed then stripped off his belt and pants in one go. They dropped to his ankles, and he stepped over them and tore her skirt upward, so it was a belt over her stomach.

He inserted a thumb under the strap of her thong then tore it off and tossed it into the corner. It’d been too long and they needed each other too bad. No time for foreplay. She clapped her legs around his waist again and he fell onto the bed, arms strong on either side of her head.

He pushed his throbbing d**k inside her and they cried out together. She slid her arms around his neck and they kissed again, both trembling.

“Trent,” she whispered, but he silenced her with another kiss. He plunged into her with satisfied grunts, abdomen tense from focus. He threw his head back then met her gaze and she moved with him, angling herself upward so he could penetrate her fully.

“I love you,” he murmured into her mouth, and suddenly it wasn’t so much desire for him as it was the need to be a part of him. There was nothing but the moment and their movement.

He slowed down, and she savored every thrust with a low moan.

“I love you,” she murmured, and he kissed her tenderly, saying her name softly, over and over again, whispering it on her skin.

He turned her onto her stomach then entered her again, groaning, and she arched her back and pressed her a*s into him. “Don’t do that, you’ll make me come,” he commanded.

“That’s what I want. All of you inside me. I want your c*m inside me,” she said, in breathless gasps, and she pushed into him more, bending so that he could admire the curve of her hips and back.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he grunted, and then he pounded into her. Pleasure coursed through her, pulsing and growing until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Adalia came hard, clenching around him and gripping the floral pillow as an anchor. He followed her, squirting deep inside, and rocking her through the final throes of her own c****x with his growl of release.

Trent didn’t roll away, but slipped his arms around her chest and dragged her closer, then nuzzled her neck. He didn’t pull out of her.

“I really do love you,” he said, and warmth stroked her heart, awakening her to the truth of those words. He did love her, he did want her, and she felt the same way.

Adalia snuggled into his arms and he squeezed her once before soft sleep took her into a dream that wasn’t half as sweet as their reality.