Page 129 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Our kisses became more frantic, our bodies moving in perfect sync, driven by the primal need to find release. I could feel her climax building, her inner muscles tightening around me, and I knew I was close, too close, to the edge.

"Come for me, Eva," I demanded, my voice hoarse with need. "Let me feel you come around me."

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body arching off the bed as she cried out, her pussy pulsing and milking my cock as her orgasm washed over her. The sensation was too much, and with a few more desperate thrusts, I followed her over the edge, my own release shuddering through me as I emptied myself into her.

We lay there, entangled in each other's arms, our hearts pounding and our breath coming in ragged gasps. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body against mine.

"I'm not going anywhere, Dominic," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. "Not after that."

A smile curved my lips as I held her close, my body still throbbing with the aftermath of our passion. "I know, Eva. I know."

As we lay there, the weight of Reyes and his file seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the raw, unfiltered connection between us. I knew in that moment that together, we could face whatever came our way.

I roll us onto our sides, keeping her close as I press a kiss to her temple. “I love you,” I murmur, the words escaping before I can stop them.

Eva stiffens slightly, her green eyes searching mine. I don’t look away. I don’t take it back. Because it’s the truth.

A soft smile tugs at her lips as she cups my face in her hands. “I love you too.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest, leaving me breathless. I pull her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead as relief and something deeper settle over me.

We stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other in the silence. But as the warmth of our embrace starts to fade, reality begins to creep back in. Reyes, the file, the unanswered questions—they’re still out there, waiting for us.

Eva shifts in my arms, her voice soft. “What now?”

I exhale, my fingers brushing through her hair. “We take this one step at a time. Together.”

She nods, resting her head against my chest, but the worry in her eyes is clear. I press a kiss to her temple, silently promising her that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

But as my phone buzzes from the nightstand, that promise feels more fragile than ever.

I reach for it, my stomach twisting as I read the message on the screen.

“We’re not done, Kane. You’ve only seen the beginning.”

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Eva

The cursor blinks on the screen in front of me, its rhythmic pulse like a metronome counting the seconds. My final article—the culmination of months of chaos, fear, and unrelenting determination—is done. Every word has been scrutinized, rewritten, and perfected.

The title stares back at me:

"The Global Network of Betrayal: Reyes, Conrad, and the Web of Deceit."

This isn’t just a story—it’s a declaration of war.

The sunlight filters into Dominic’s penthouse, casting a deceptive calm over the room. Outside, New York hums with life, oblivious to the firestorm this article will ignite. My chest tightens. The weight of what I’m about to unleash presses down, suffocating yet thrilling all at once.

Dominic appears in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. Exhaustion lines his face, but his eyes—sharp and unwavering—anchor me.

“You’re about to change everything,” he says, his voice low and steady.

“I know.” My throat tightens as I force the words out.

He crosses the room in a few purposeful strides and stops behind my chair. His hands rest on my shoulders, firm yet grounding.

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