The Billionaire's Smile Book 2: His Desire

In his room, I was at a loss for words. I was being eaten alive by curiosity, but I hesitated. Elliot had previously mentioned a past relationship that had left him scarred, which explained his aloofness toward women.

But he never mentioned an engagement.

An engagement. That’s not just any relationship.

The realization made my heart clench, and I couldn’t suppress the question that was spinning in my mind any longer.

“So,” I started, my voice shaky, “this ex-fiancée of yours…is she the one who hurt you?”

Elliot froze, his shoulders stiffening as if preparing for impact. He took a deep breath, eyes closed, before responding.

“Yes.”

Just that single word. For a moment, I thought that was all he was going to say.

But then, as he opened his eyes and looked at me, he added, “Her name was Melanie. And they’re likely going to bring her up a lot.”

His gaze was steady, but the intensity behind it was palpable. “To get to you.”

I furrowed my brows, puzzled. “Why would they want to get to me?”

His jaw clenched, and his voice dropped, laden with suppressed irritation. “Because you’re the easiest way to get to me.”

I swallowed hard. His words hung in the air between us, heavy with unspoken truths, and I could see the unbearable burden he was carrying.

“Why would they want to get to you?” I asked, but he remained silent. His silence was more deafening than any answer.

The uncomfortable question that had been nagging at me slipped out before I could stop it. “This Melanie…did she really look like me?”

Elliot’s hand cradled my face, his blue eyes locking with mine, serious and unwavering. “Helena,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “You promised me you wouldn’t let them mess with your head.”

And just like that, I realized Clara had been trying to sow seeds of doubt, to shake my confidence.

“Okay,” I replied softly. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

A small laugh escaped him, catching me off guard.

“You two share the same hair color. That’s it,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “Trust me, you have nothing in common with her. In fact, you’re her polar opposite—and that’s a huge compliment.”

Relief washed over me as he leaned in, pressing a soft, comforting kiss to my lips.

“But,” he whispered against my mouth, his lips grazing mine, “you know it wasn’t your looks that made me fall for you, right?”

His words sent a warm glow spreading through my chest. “Oh?”

“It was your heart,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my jaw. His kiss was gentle but filled with an unspoken passion that made my heart race. “Your fierceness,” he added, his lips brushing the hollow of my neck.

My breath hitched as his fingers began to unbutton my shirt, each movement deliberate.

“It was the way you barged into my life,” he continued, his voice low and intimate, “breaking down the walls I’d built around myself.”

I let out a shaky breath, not realizing I’d been holding it, as his mouth found the top of my collarbone.

“And winning my heart so effortlessly,” he finished, his lips warm against my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

I melted into him, my hands sliding into his hair, grounding myself as he undid me bit by bit. In this moment, nothing else mattered—no family, no past, no ex-fiancées. Just us.

His fingers continued to unbutton my shirt, each movement slow and deliberate, and Elliot gently guided me onto the bed. His lips trailed lower, leaving a heated path across my skin, each kiss sending jolts of electricity through my body.

His touch was intoxicating—his fingers gliding over my skin as he stripped me of both my clothes and my inhibitions. The tension in my core built with every subtle touch, my panties already wet from the way he knew exactly how to drive me wild.

When he unhooked my bra, my breath hitched, and his lips left open-mouthed kisses down my chest until they circled my nipple. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

“Elliot, they could hear us,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

He smirked against my skin, his kisses trailing lower, igniting a fire in their wake.

“I want them to hear us,” he murmured, his voice a seductive rumble. “I want to make you scream so loud, these walls will remember.”

His words alone sent shivers down my spine, and my body reacted as he slid off my skirt and panties, removing the last barrier between us. He kissed my inner thighs, each touch of his lips a tantalizing tease.

When his mouth met my center, I bit my lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape. His tongue moved with a skill that left me breathless, and when he slid two fingers inside me, curling them just so, my back lifted off the bed.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath warm against me. “Let me hear you. I want them to hear every sound you make.”

His tongue danced over my clit again, and I couldn’t hold back. Pleasure washed over me, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as my orgasm hit.

“Elliot,” I gasped, his name slipping from my lips as the tension broke, leaving me shaking and breathless beneath him.

I pulled him up, my hands clutching his collar as I flipped us over, straddling his hips. His blue eyes met mine, and I could see the desire in them as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders.

Elliot assisted me, his hands eager but patient, and when I freed his length, my hand wrapped around him, making him groan with anticipation. I took him in my mouth, relishing the way his breathing became rapid and uneven. I teased him with my tongue, bringing him closer and closer until he groaned, his head falling back.

“Helena,” he gasped, pulling me up before he lost control.

This time, I positioned myself over him, slowly sinking onto him, my breath catching as he filled me.

“Helena,” he moaned, my name escaping his lips in a loud cry. For a moment, I wondered if he’d done it on purpose—to let his family hear us—but I didn’t care. All that mattered was him, us, this moment.

He let me set the pace, his hands guiding my hips as I moved, the tension building again with every roll of my body. Pleasure surged through me, each movement driving us higher until I felt him stiffen beneath me.

With a swift move, he flipped us, pinning me beneath him as he took over. His thrusts were firm, precise, his body moving against mine with a fervor that drove me wild. His hand slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit, brushing over it in sync with his movements.

My second orgasm hit me hard, my body shaking as I cried out, my walls tightening around him. The sensation sent him over the edge, and he followed me with a loud, primal moan, his release leaving him breathless and spent.

As the afterglow of our pleasure washed over us, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“You’re quite the provocateur, aren’t you?” I teased, still catching my breath.

Elliot smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“They started it,” he replied, his voice low and content.

I shook my head, still smiling, as he pulled me close, holding me tightly against him.

Whatever challenges awaited us outside this room, for now, we were invincible.