Page 11 of The Billionaire’s Secret Twins (Love for the Holidays #11)

Angie

I stare at the pregnancy test in my hand, my mouth open. This can’t be! Yet I know it’s true because Dominic and I have been engaging in three months of fun-filled, yet utterly filthy sex. It started way back at the gala for the New York City Symphony, and then progressed from there.

At first, I wasn’t sure what to expect after the charity event.

When I woke up in his bed the next morning, I didn’t know where I was and blinked sleepily in the darkened room.

I was only jolted fully awake when I realized there was a huge, masculine form pressed up against my back in bed.

Not only that, but we were skin on skin because I was fully nude, with Dom’s wet seed still damp on my thighs, and my pussy sore and achy from his use.

I held totally still for a moment, my heart racing.

Oh my god, how did this happen? But it was all too clear: Dom and I gave into temptation, and we made love for hours last night.

Or rather, we had hot, filthy sex in a semi-hidden area of the event space, and then the billionaire carried me off to his penthouse for a sensuous coming together.

Except now it’s the next morning, and Cinderella has to make her escape. Carefully, I lift the covers from my nude form while trying to slip out of the billionaire’s grasp without waking him. Except Dom stirs, and then his big hands tighten around my waist.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” he murmured.

“Oh, um, yes, I mean—”

“There’s no need for you to help out in the kitchen,” he growled sleepily, “because I want you for breakfast.”

Then suddenly, I was back in bed with the billionaire’s huge, muscular form pressing me into the mattress.

His cock was already hard and nudging at my tight little hole, and I moaned a bit with shock.

But Dom wasn’t taking no for an answer because he merely caught my mouth in a searing kiss before spearing deep into my drenched depths.

Yes, I was wet for him already and our morning prelude soon passed into the afternoon and then into the evening.

But I didn’t know where I stood with the billionaire. Was I still his housekeeper? A member of his staff, hired to wait on him, hand and foot? But the alpha male didn’t seem bothered by the ambiguity at all, and merely informed me that we were going on a vacation to Santorini.

I stared at him, my heart pumping.

“Greece, you mean?”

He winked.

“That’s it, exactly. The island’s name isn’t actually Santorini. It’s officially Thira, although all non-Greeks call it Santorini, after Saint Irene.”

I stared at him because I’ve never left the United States before.

Sure, I’ve traveled around a bit, but it was mostly within Texas, with a few jaunts to Broken Bow in Oklahoma.

New York City was already the experience of a lifetime, and the beauty and majestic spirit of the Greek Islands would be a welcome treat.

Plus, Dominic was determined, and within twenty-four hours, we were on his private jet, ensconced in the utmost luxury. I tried to settle into the butter-soft leather seats as Dom clicked through a powerpoint presentation on his laptop.

“Help yourself to a snack, sweetheart,” he winked as a flight attendant came by with a spread fit for a king, complete with delectable baked goods, grass-fed butter, as well as all sorts of cute jams and jellies in little pots.

“But we’ll be having dinner at Taverna Cyclades, a Michelin-starred place, when we land, so don’t spoil your appetite. ”

I tried to keep my astonishment to myself because usually when I dine out, I’m limited to fast-casual chains.

A trip to TGIFridays or Chili’s is always a treat, and I appreciate the endless salad and unlimited bread sticks.

But an acclaimed restaurant with a celebrity chef that was sure to cost in the hundreds of dollars?

The experience was completely new to me.

But this is how Dominic lives: he always demands the best, and he wanted me at his side 24/7.

We stayed at his penthouse in Santorini, and it was sun-soaked luxury at all hours.

He retains a cute elderly lady to cook for him named Elena, and her husband, Spiros, is the groundskeeper.

We wined and dined without a care in the world while sunning ourselves, and also had loads of sex on every surface whenever Elena and Spiros were out of earshot.

But it’s not just the physical connection between me and Dom, nor is it the gorgeous scenery of the Greek Isles. The alpha male and I actually get along, and I found myself telling him things that I don’t readily reveal to other people.

“So how did your husband die?” he asked one day as we were enjoying a leisurely lunch on the terrace. I almost choked on my strawberry, but managed to turn it into a discreet cough. Then, I looked out on the blue seas of the caldera, with the lush greenness of the Kameni Islands in the distance.

“It was a car accident,” I say in a neutral tone. “We were t-boned by a truck, and Ned died instantaneously on impact. I was buckled into the passenger side, so I was thrown around, but ultimately uninjured.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Dom says in a low voice. “And this was how long ago?”

“It’s been over a year now,” I say in a quick tone.

“I’m not sure if I told you this during the interview, but I quit my job after I got married.

I was a lady of leisure,” I say with what I hope is a playful smile, “but Ned’s life insurance was running out, which is why I applied for the housekeeping position with you. ”

“I see,” Dom says in a deep tone, his expression thoughtful. “I’m sorry that you went through such a difficult time in life. But you seem to have come out okay, sweetheart, although you must miss your deceased husband. Do you?”

I pause, my heart pounding, because this is the perfect time to change the subject, or brush his question off like it’s nothing.

But I look into Dom’s face, and his eyes are gentle and inviting.

The harsh planes of his features are relaxed from the sun and sand, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve blurted out the truth of my marriage.

“I don’t miss Ned,” I whisper, staring at my hands. “Not at all.”

A beat of silence passes. Then Dom asks, “And may I ask why, sweetheart? Surely, you married your husband for love.”

I take a deep breath, my big bosom rising in a bikini top, and to my horror, there are tears on my lashes.

Drat! How did this happen? This was supposed to be a no-strings vacation where we’d forget our cares, but instead, I’m revealing my hidden wound to this powerful man. Oh god, am I making a mistake?

But I look into Dominic’s eyes, and the care and consideration I see there makes my heart swoop. So I nod slightly, and decide to tell the truth.

“Ned was one of those guys who’s perfect on the outside,” I say in a slow tone, my voice trembling only slightly.

“He had golden hair, bright blue eyes, and looked like a male model. He was a successful realtor, and I could hardly believe that he was interested in me, Angie Harris, who worked as a maid at a hotel. That’s how we met. ”

Dom nods thoughtfully.

“I see.”

I let out a short laugh.

“But all that glitters isn’t gold because almost as soon as the marriage certificate was signed, Ned began to beat me.

It wasn’t so bad at first: just a slap here or there that stung, but never left any marks.

He was always so apologetic afterwards, and would cry even.

He’d swear up and down that it would never happen again. ”

“But it did,” Dom states in a deep voice, his bronzed features harsh.

“Yes, it did,” I say quietly. “The beatings got worse too. He began to knock me to the ground, and there were visible bruises on my abdomen, although he never hit me in the face, neck, or arms. I began to retreat from life too,” I add in a soft tone.

“Friends would call, and I wouldn’t call them back.

I lost everyone who cared about me because I was existing in the ninth circle of hell, and yet no one knew.

By then, I’d quit my job, so I had no co-workers.

My family is all dead, and I’d lost my social circles. ”

“So you suffered in silence,” Dom rasps. “All alone. In pain.”

“Yes,” I whisper while staring down at my hands.

Then, I look up at the alpha male swiftly.

“Ned made me feel terrible about myself. That’s one of the things about abuse: you know cerebrally that it’s not your fault, and yet you feel like it is.

You think that it’s something you did. That if you could change yourself, that he’d stop, and that’s why victims take so long to leave.

I was humiliated, embarrassed, and he made me feel about two inches tall.

Ned didn’t just beat me. He also verbally abused me by telling me that I was frigid, and that no man would want me as a result. ”

Dom sits forward in his chair so fast that it jerks on the floor, his big hands gripping the arm rests.

“ He said what ?”

“He said I was frigid,” I repeat in a calm voice. “But now, I know it was him, and not me. My body couldn’t respond to my abuser, and I couldn’t enjoy sex with Ned. I was like an ice cube whenever he wanted to have sex because I was literally with someone who hurt me in every way possible.”

At this, Dom stands, rage radiating from his massive form. His fists clench, the knuckles white.

“I swear, if that asshole were alive right now, I’d fucking kill him,” the billionaire spits, hatred twisting his handsome features. “That douche doesn’t know what’s coming.”

“He’s dead,” I say in a soothing voice. “Sit down, Dom. It’s fine. The car accident saved me, even if it took my husband’s life in the process.”

The billionaire sits, but he’s still trembling with rage. Then he turns to me and pulls me into his lap with an abrupt jerk, before kissing me so thoroughly that I melt against his broad chest.

“ Frigid !” he snarls. “You’re not frigid at all, and that fuckhole had it coming. I know it’s rude to say that about someone’s death, but it’s the truth. The fucker deserved what he got.”

Then, Dominic made love to me so thoroughly that I forgot all about my problems, at least for the next few hours.

My curves were flushed and full, receiving the billionaire’s hardness again and again, and my heart cracked opened as well.

I felt myself falling for the handsome alpha male, who surged into me with possession at every turn.

“You’re mine,” he growled in my ear countless times during the night. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered hotly against his lips. “I belong to you, Mr. Masters.”

Of course, we used protection. Condoms are a definite yes for us, but there were a few times when we didn’t get to it in time, and the truth is that I loved those situations.

I adored having the billionaire come bare and raw inside me, his pure masculine power unleashed.

I loved feeling his sperm hot and virile flooding my pussy, as he ejaculated with a roar of pleasure and release.

We’ve even tried anal a few times, and I love the sheer dirtiness of the situation.

Of course, Dom comes bare and raw in me when he’s using my asshole, and I love it.

But now, I’m staring at a positive pregnancy test with my mouth agape.

This is the natural result of our imperfect attempts at contraception, but still, I didn’t expect for it to happen so fast!

We’ve only been sleeping together a few months, although I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.

After all, I’m curvy, young, and likely very fertile, whereas Dominic is a virile alpha male.

Not only that, but we make love at all hours, and more often than not, we spend entire days in bed.

So it’s not weird that I’m pregnant, but I’m still taken aback. What will the billionaire say when I tell him? Does he even want to be a father? I stare at the pregnancy test again ... because this means a massive change to our lives.