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When she surfaced, it was to find the billionaire gently lapping her up between her legs. She squirmed in embarrassment, but he simply clamped his hands on her thighs, forcing her to keep still while he continued to clean her with his tongue.

Serenity thought they were finished after that, but she was wrong.

The billionaire kept her up all night, fucking her in every way she could and couldn’t imagine. He had her riding him the second time, and the third time he took her from behind while she was on all fours and they were facing the mirror. It had been an impossibly erotic experience, and when she was resting in his arms, she had confessed to him that the third one might just be her favorite position.

The words were apparently a turn-on for her Dutch billionaire, and with a beautiful, sweet smile, he had told her solemnly it was too soon to tell.

And so it started all over again.

He took her on the wall next. After, he took her while he was on his feet and she had only his arms to rely on for support while she bounced up and down on his cock. He took her on the floor, in the shower, on the desk.

When dawn finally came, Serenity had to look at her billionaire and plead, “I don’t think I can take it anymore.”

Willem chuckled. “All right, engel. We’ll start again tomorrow.”

She whimpered and shuddered at his words.

Pulling the covers over them, he drew her close and kissed her forehead.

It was almost, almost perfect.

Until she turned to face him, and with her guard down, she smiled sleepily at him with all her love shining brightly in her eyes.

Willem’s blood ran cold.

Serenity’s lids drifted close, and she fell into an exhausted, dreamy sleep, completely unaware that she had gotten it all wrong.

Giving herself to him had not made the billionaire realize he loved her.

Instead, it was the opposite.

The billionaire finally realizedshewas indeed in love with him.

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SERENITY WOKE UP ALONEand disoriented.

For a moment, she could not understand why she was naked and why she felt bruised all over. But then the memories flooded back, and she blushed as she rememberedwhy.Andhow.And, most of all,how many times.

Getting up from her bed, she almost fell face first, pain shooting up her injured leg. She quickly balanced herself with a hand against the wall, realizing ruefully that last night was, as far as her body was concerned, equivalent to a day of rigorous ballet training,

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to walk, knowing from experience that the pain would only fade with gradual movements. Taking her phone from the bedside table, she checked it for any calls and messages but found none from Willem.

Even though it was silly, she checked her shower, but of course the Dutch billionaire wasn’t there either.

Stepping out of her room to get better signal in the hallway, Serenity pressed a button to speed-dial Willem’s number. His phone rang endlessly, but the billionaire didn’t pick up.

Something stirred uneasily inside her, but Serenity deliberately pushed it away.

No.

She had to stop constantly turning herself into a victim. She was not what her father had made her believe. She was Serenity Raleigh, and she was...she was someone who loved Willem, and she was the one Willem loved.

When her call remained unanswered, she decided to leave a message, murmuring awkwardly, “I’d appreciate a call, Mr. de Konigh.” In broad daylight, Serenity realized that she couldn’t quite bring herself to call him by his name.

She was about to head back to her room when she heard the door of her sister’s room click. She blinked in surprise, knowing that Shane wasn’t exactly a morning person.

The door opened, but it was not Shane who came out.