Page 65 of Adonis: The Cost of a Billionaire's Heart
I came again, harder than before, screaming his name as all the muscles in my pussy contracted around his girth. He held me through it, still thrusting, eyes burning with lust.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
He flipped me onto my stomach, dragging my hips up into the doggystyle position, and slid back into me from behind with one brutal stroke. I sobbed tears of pleasure into the sheets, feeling his dick stretch me deeper. The dick was devastatingly good.
Adonis slapped my ass once. “You’re going to cum like this too,” he declared.
His hand reached around, fingers working my clit as he pounded into me harder and faster. My name was a mantra on his lips. I broke apart again, screaming and moaning with pleasure as my orgasm ripped through me and stars exploded behind my eyes.
He followed with a guttural growl, spilling his seed inside me, his body shaking as he collapsed over me, kissing the back of my shoulder, my spine, and every inch of me his lips could reach. We lay there, tangled and breathless.
Eventually, he pulled me into his arms, both of us still trembling, still high off the enchanting evening.
“I love you,” he whispered into my tangled hair. “I loved you before I even knew I did.”
Tears pricked at my eyes. “I love you too.”
And in his arms, I finally slept—safe, claimed, wrecked, . . . and his.
Forever.
Eight and a half months later.
I looked at my reflection in the tinted window from the back seat of the blacked-out SUV as we traveled to my evening baby shower. My golden-brown skin glowed from the two lives I carried inside my womb. Yes—twins, a girl and a boy. Adonis hadn’t been playing about getting me pregnant.
I stepped out of the car with my long, flowing dress trailing behind me. The lavender chiffon fabric accentuated my growing belly. Adonis and Mason proudly flanked me, each holding one of my hands and dressed in matching black suits. D’s hand rested gently on my lower back as they guided me up the venue stairs.
One look inside the ballroom, and it was easy to see that D had spared no expense on the baby shower to celebrate the arrival of our twins. There were hanging crystal chandeliers and soft lavender and gold curtains draped across the ceiling and down the walls. The menu—mini lobster rolls and beef wellington bites, sparkling water infused with strawberries and lemon, fresh purple chocolate strawberries with edible gold leaves, and custom sugar cookies with the words ‘Welcome Holland Twins’ written on them in cursive—went far beyond the typical crustless finger sandwiches, veggie and fruit trays, and store-bought cake I had at my first shower when I was pregnant with Mason.
Then there was the gift table piled high with the most expensive gifts I’d ever seen, from luxury gift baskets and a crystal keepsake box to a designer baby stroller imported from Italy. But the best surprise of all? Mason and D’s presentation of a custom-built nursery they’d worked together to design for the twins inside the penthouse. One half of the room resembled a place fit for a princess, and the other half was a detailed space station with constellations and stars painted on the ceiling to resemble outer space.
I couldn’t believe this was my life. My messy, gorgeous, roller coaster of a life. I’d gone from a single mother trying to provide the best life for my son to the wife of a billionaire who worshiped the ground I walked on. With every breath I took, I felt so overfilled with love. Everything and everybody had gone beyond my wildest dreams.
At the end of the fantastic night, Adonis had arranged for a grand display of fireworks to light up the night sky in a beautiful exhibit of gold and purple.
I leaned into Adonis’s shoulder while watching the show. “Baby, thank you for making this the most perfect night ever.”
He smiled before gently kissing my temple. “Our kids deserve a love that knows no boundaries, and you do too. Your happiness is my love language, Sim. I love you.”
Before I could say it back, I felt a sharp pressure deep in my belly. I sucked in a quick breath as my fingers knowingly found Adonis’s hand while the other cradled my stomach. Something big was happening.
The twins were ready to make their debut, whether I was ready or not.
The soundof Simora’s gasp made me snap my gaze from the fireworks to my wife. I noticed immediately—the pained look in her expression, the way she was pressing her hand against her belly. Something wasn’t right.
“Sim?” My voice was steady, but I still heard the concern underneath.
She winced in pain, but still somehow managed to flash me a half smile. “It’s happening, D. The twins are coming,” she announced, only loud enough for me to hear.
Simora’s knees slightly buckled under the pain from a contraction. She clutched onto the lapel of my suit jacket, willing herself through the discomfort. One by one, the guests started to notice. A minute ago, we were in awe of the fireworks display.Now, we were about to become parents. I scooped her into my arms without a second thought, cradling her body to my chest. Nothing else mattered to me in that moment, only her and our children.
“Somebody call the hospital and tell them we’re on the way!” I commanded.
The private medical team I had on standby at the event pushed through the crowd to guide us toward the ambulance waiting just outside the venue. At Simora’s last appointment, her doctor warned us that the twins could come earlier than expected, so I wanted to make sure we had medical professionals at arm’s reach when we needed them. Mrs. Wilson volunteered to stay with Mason while we went to the hospital. I had Richards drive them home and had him on standby to pick up Mason and bring him to us after the twins arrived.
Simora clenched her jaw tightly, her breathing jagged as another contraction shot through her.
“Fuckkkk! Couldn’t they have waited? The shower was almost over,” she managed to joke even through the irritation as the team loaded her into the back of the ambulance.
