Tenacious Billionaire BWWM Romance Series - Books 1 to 4

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Adalia stood before Trent with her arms at her side and her head bowed slightly. She was cowed. DeShawn had ruined too much of their business and interfered in her life.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” he replied, pouring himself a shot of whiskey behind his bar in the mansion. He downed it, then glugged more of the golden liquid into the glass. “I’m tired of talking, seeing and even thinking about goddamn DeShawn.”

He didn’t even sound that angry, just defeated and that made it so much worse. Adalia joined him at the bar and slid onto a stool. He poured her a drink, a vodka cranberry, and pushed it over. She picked a transparent red-tinted swizzle stick from a holder against the wall and stirred it, then licked the end and plopped it back into the liquid.

“You realize that we won’t get business from any of those people,” Trent stated, and this time he got a tumbler and put some ice in it, before sloshing whiskey onto the rocks. “We can pretty much write off a lot of profit because of that little stunt.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it,” said Adalia. She sipped her drink, but she wasn’t up to it that evening.

“I changed my damn mind. Man, you said he wouldn’t be a problem anymore, but that’s all that he is. He’s tearing everything apart and you’re allowing it.” Trent pounded his fist on the sleek marble bar top.

“I’m allowing it,” she said, tasting the concept on her tongue, though it didn’t sit well with the cranberry. “I’m allowing it.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not allowing anything, Trent. Good God, I went to his apartment the other day and threatened him with a damn Taser so he’d butt out of my life.” She hadn’t meant to tell him, but she couldn’t keep the information in, any longer.

“You did what? Have you lost your damn mind, Adalia?” Trent shoved the glass aside and the ice cubes rattled.

“I did what I had to do. I couldn’t let him come between us.”

Trent came around the bar and stood in front of her, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to take what I said literally. I don’t care about DeShawn, I don’t care if he crops up twenty million times in the next year, but I do care about your safety.”

Adalia drew in a gasp. She’d allowed herself to become so vulnerable with him, but she couldn’t help embracing it. There was nothing she wanted more than to be with him every day, all day. He drove her crazy. “I thought you wanted him out of the picture.”

“Of course I do,” he replied, “but not at the cost of your safety.” He touched her cheek then came in for a kiss. She melted for him, and shivers crawled across her skin. She broke away for a moment and he tilted his head to the side, studying her.

“I’m sorry for all of this,” she whispered, then squared her shoulders and tried to let go of the guilt.

He cupped her face in his hands and smiled at her. “I want you.”

“Now?” Adalia asked, arousal flooding her as soon as he said it.

Trent parted her legs on the stool and hiked up her skirt, then slotted himself in between her thighs. He had a raging hard on already, and she gulped, unable to say a word. He looked down at her and his mouth fell open.

“Adalia, you naughty girl, you’re not wearing any panties.” Trent’s voice was thick with desire.

“I’m your naughty girl,” she replied, pressing her breasts against his pecs, and shimmying slightly.

Trent groaned and slipped his hand between her legs, then worked it up her thigh, stroking and gripping her flesh. “You know just what I like.” He parted her wet lips and slid a finger inside her, then bent to kiss her neck.

Adalia arched her back slightly and then leaned back to allow him full access. He gripped her around the waist and lowered her so he could get what he wanted, full access to her body. He ripped her dress down and exposed her breasts.

Her brown n*****s were fully erect and he moaned again, then took one in his mouth and sucked. Pleasure took her, lifting her high, and she gripped handfuls of his hair, holding on for dear life.

Trent rammed his fingers inside her, grunting with each movement. He nibbled her n****e. “f**k, I can’t even handle this. I need to be inside you.”

“Then get inside me, now!” Adalia demanded, and he unzipped his pants and dropped them. He didn’t bother stepping out, just parted her lips and plunged inside her, still holding her upper body so she was angled perfectly.

The stool wobbled beneath her and they rocked with the motion. He slowed down so they could enjoy it and she felt everything. The curve of his head stroked her G-spot and she shook from the pleasure, gasping and massaging her own breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, then pulled out of her and helped her off the stool. “Come with me.”

Adalia took his hand and he led her through the house as he had so many months ago, up the stairs and into his bedroom, the absence of incomprehensible maids apparent, thank god. He laid her down on the sheets then stood over her, staring.

“What?”

“I’m just admiring you,” he replied, stroking his shaft slowly, running his hand over it then just a finger, then with purpose, watching her reaction. She chewed her lip then sucked it and he went faster.

Adalia couldn’t stand it anymore, she crawled onto her knees in front of him, and his eyes widened. She took him in her mouth and sucked, moaning as she did. Trent gripped her head and growled. He was huge, and her jaw hurt after a few seconds.

“That’s amazing,” he stammered, legs weakening. His knees buckled but he straightened again and braced himself with one hand on the wall. “f**k, that’s too good.”

Adalia stopped for a second, but replaced her mouth with her hand and stroked him. “Don’t you dare come,” she replied, then ensconced him between her lips once more.

“I’m close,” he grunted, thrusting into her, and she turned over and presented herself instead.

“Fill me up. I want all of you inside me.” She parted her a*s cheeks so he could see how wet she was. Trent didn’t need a second invitation. He pounded into her, losing any semblance of control.

His movement was bestial and he gripped her hip so hard it hurt, but she loved it. The sensation of his body smacking into hers, while she shrieked for more. He throbbed inside her, growing larger as he approached his c****x.

Adalia reached between her legs and fingered her c**t in circles. She collapsed with her a*s in the air and he came hard. She shattered at the same moment, rocking with the waves of pleasure.

Their bodies meshed into one. She was with him and it felt right, better than the last time, than the first time. Trent slid out of her an eternity later, and lay down on the bed beside her. She couldn’t move.

“I love you, Adalia,” he murmured, eyes falling closed slowly. How could she have doubted him? The fear and pain, the jealousy was a distant memory. “No matter what, I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” she managed, finally sinking down onto her stomach. She admired his jawline, the growth of stubble on his chin, the rise and fall of his chest. He was her perfection, everything a man should be.

“Be mine forever,” he said, and she giggled at the sweet sentiment. “I’m serious.”

“You’re all doped up on s*x,” she replied.

Then he curled her into his arms, tucked her onto his heart and fell asleep with his lips pressed to her forehead. She’d never been as happy.

Adalia Montclair was complete.