Between the Two Billionaires

Seven-The rule he broke

Adrian’s POV

The plan was simple. Bring the documents for her to sign, slip the ring on her finger, tell her to get ready because by evening she’d be moving into my penthouse where she belonged.

That was the plan.

But here I was, breaking every damn rule I had ever lived by. My mouth on hers, kissing her like my life depended on it.

Adrian Vance didn’t kiss girls.

Ever.

I had always thought kissing was too intimate, too exposing, too much of a window into the soul. I hated that kind of vulnerability. Touching was one thing, s*x was another. But kissing? That was for lovers, not for men like me.

And yet, I was the one who initiated it.

Her lips were soft, sweet, open under mine, and when she responded with the same hunger, with a desperation that matched my own, I knew I was f****d. I could feel my c**k straining painfully against my pants, throbbing so hard it was almost unbearable. I wanted to take her right here, right now, consequences be damned.

What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t disgusted, not like I usually felt when women tried to kiss me. No nausea, no urge to push her away. With Elara, every nerve in my body screamed for more.

Her hands gripped my shirt, clutching me close as if she never wanted to let go. I groaned against her lips, tasting her, devouring her, losing every ounce of control I had spent years building.

In a blur of movement, I gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly off the stool, setting her on the cool marble of her kitchen island. Her long, slender legs immediately wrapped around my torso, locking me in place. She fit against me too perfectly, her warmth searing through my clothes, her body begging for more without a single word.

My hands roamed down her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, before sliding up under her shirt. My palm found her breast, full and supple, and the sound that left her throat—a low, needy moan—nearly drove me insane. That sound. I wanted to hear it again and again until it was branded into my skull.

“Adrian…” she whispered breathlessly, and f**k, hearing my name on her lips like that sent a bolt of electricity straight to my groin.

I dragged my mouth down to her neck, breathing her in. She smelled like vanilla and something uniquely hers, intoxicating and addictive. My fingers slipped under the delicate lace of her panties, and the slick heat I found there made me groan. She was so wet, so ready, and it was all for me.

“God, Elara…” I hissed against her skin, sliding a finger inside her tight warmth. She gasped, her head falling back, nails digging into my shoulders as her hips bucked against my hand. “You’re so f*****g tight.”

Her moans filled the kitchen, music to my ears, a symphony I never wanted to end. I added another finger, curling them just right, and the way she cried out nearly undid me. I wanted to make her scream my name until she was hoarse.

But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

With a growl of frustration, I undid my belt, freeing my aching c**k. The moment the cool air hit me, I thought I might lose it. I was rock hard, pulsing with need, and all I wanted was to bury myself inside her.

Positioning myself between her thighs, I slid her panties aside and pushed forward. The moment I entered her, tight and hot and wet around me, my head fell back with a groan that shook my chest. She took me all in, arching her back, her moan echoing off the walls of her kitchen.

“f**k…” I gritted out, the word torn from my throat as her body clenched around me.

I started moving, slow at first, savoring the way she stretched to fit me, then faster, harder, losing myself in the rhythm of her body. Every thrust made her cry out, every squeeze of her inner walls made me fight for control. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her breasts pressed against my chest, her legs caging me in. She was everywhere, surrounding me, consuming me.

The world outside ceased to exist.

Her moans grew louder, breathier, until finally she screamed my name. “Adriannnnn!” she cried, her entire body shuddering around me as she came. Her walls clenched me so tight it was almost impossible to move, dragging me over the edge with her.

“f**k, Elara—” my release ripped through me, violent and unstoppable. I held her close, groaning her name as I spilled deep inside her, every nerve ending exploding in white-hot pleasure.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. Her forehead rested against my chest, her breaths ragged and uneven, while my heart thundered like it might break out of my ribcage.

Then, in that soft, breathless voice, she whispered the word she had said the first time, only now she added my name. “Wow, Adrian.”

Something broke in me. A chuckle escaped my lips, unbidden, and I almost didn’t recognize the sound. I didn’t laugh. Not like this. But she had this ridiculous effect on me.

“You always say that,” I murmured, still trying to catch my breath.

“Because it’s true,” she breathed, pulling back just enough to look at me, hazel eyes shining with something that made my chest ache. “This was… wow. So unexpected.”

I smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. “Want to hear something unexpected too?”

“What?”

“Get ready. I’m picking you up this evening. You’re moving into my place.”

Her eyes widened, lips parting in surprise. “I’m moving in?”

“No fiancée of mine is going to live here, that’s for sure.”

Her laughter bubbled out, light and free, and damn it all, it made me smile too. Really smile. I wanted to slap myself for it.

I excused myself to the bathroom, needing a second to breathe. But as I stood there, washing my hands, reality hit me like a punch to the gut.

Post-nut clarity. It was real.

What the hell was I doing? Kissing her, f*****g her in her kitchen, holding her close, laughing with her like some teenage boy in love. I was Adrian Vance. I didn’t do this s**t. I didn’t buy flowers, didn’t kiss foreheads, didn’t cuddle women like they were precious things to protect.

And yet, with her… I wanted all of it. I wanted to give her everything cliché and stupid and sentimental.

I gripped the sink, disgust rolling through me. Who was I becoming? This wasn’t me. Vulnerability was a death sentence. I knew better. I had learned the hard way what happened when you trusted someone, when you let them in. They twisted the knife in your back and left you bleeding.

Elara felt like a drug, addictive and dangerous, and if I wasn’t careful, she was going to destroy me.

I needed to end this now, while I still could. Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t survive it.

And Adrian Vance didn’t lose.

And I knew exactly how to make that possible.