Chapter 50
Chapter 50
VENUS
“Venus,” Aaron said calmly. Too calmly.
But he didn’t reach for me.
No-his hand shot out, iron-fast, latching around Dorian’s wrist, right where it had touched my arm. The grip was brutal- veins straining, knuckles whitening.
“You’ve always had an affinity for things that aren’t yours, haven’t you p>
Velvet over steel. A tone that promised pain beneath the polish.
Dorian’s grin didn’t even falter. That infuriating, cold amusement stayed pinned in place.
“She didn’t seem to mind,” he shrugged smug and cruel. A predator enjoying the tease.
I glared.
“I do p>
Aaron didn’t even glance at me. His eyes stayed locked on Dorian’s-glacier meeting fire.
“Touch her again,” he murmured-low, lethal-“and you won’t have anything to jerk off with p>
A flicker, just the barest crack in Dorian’s grin. Subtle, but there. Enough.
Aaron let go, deliberately, like casting off something filthy. A dismissal. A warning.
Then he turned to me, gaze burning.
“Come p>
Not a request. A command.
And I moved. Because I knew better.
I barely kept pace with him down the hall, heart thundering against my ribs.
I could feel Dorian’s gaze trailing us, burning between my shoulder blades. I refused to turn.
Smoothie-my brain latched onto that stupid little detail like a shield. Too bad I’d practically inhaled the other cup.
Aaron’s office door slammed shut behind us.
Before I could breathe, he spun backing me into the desk.
Strong hands gripped my hips, lifting me effortlessly, setting me down on the polished wood.
I gasped, breath catching.
That was… unexpected.
“Strawberry?” he asked, one brow arching. A wicked smirk ghosted his lips,
“I… I like strawberry,” I stammered, trying-and failing-to keep steady.
Steady? Please. My pulse was a trapped bird in my chest.
“Hm p>
He took the cup from my hand. I hadn’t even realized how tightly I’d been gripping it, the plastic caved beneath my fingers.
Then-slowly, deliberately-he took a sip.
God.
That mouth. The deliberate drag of his lips over the straw-sensual, knowing, dangerous.
I imagined that mouth on me and my body betrayed me with a shiver.
He knew. Of course he knew.
“It’s good,” he said, voice deep, slow.
“Yeah… good,” I managed, embarrassingly breathless.
Control yourself, Venus.
Successfully unlocked!
Then he moved closer, close enough I could taste faint sweetness on his bath.
His eyes-molten steel. Hungry. Possessive.
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“What did he say to you?” he whispered. One hand brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, deceptively gentle.
Before I could answer, his fingers slid beneath my chin, tipping my face up forcing me to meet his gaze.
Pinned. Trapped.
“You will tell me. Every word. Every move. Now p>
Bossy. God-so bossy. And something inside me-something dark and shamefully alive-thrummed in response.
I swallowed hard, every nerve stretched tight, the air between us thick as smoke.
His grip was firm. Rough enough to make my pulse stutter. Soft enough to make my breath catch.
My body remembered what my mind wanted to deny.
This was the man who could unmake me with a look.
And right now? That look said: Mine.
I fought for my voice.
“He… trapped me in the elevator p>
Aaron’s jaw flexed, muscle ticking once, twice.
His thumb swept across my lower lip-a silent command: keep going.
“He… leaned in. Called me sweetheart. Said we’d be seeing each other again p>
My breath shook. The words tasted like poison.
“And p>
I looked away. Mistake.
His grip tightened, snapping my gaze back to his.
“Eyes on me when you speak about another man’s hands on you, Venus p>
Where did that come from?
God.
I shook my head, chest rising in uneven breaths.
“Stop… stop. We p>
“Keep going p>
I was trembling now, equal parts fury, shame, and something hotter I didn’t want to name.
“He… he pulled me close p>
“And p>
“He… bit my ear p>
The words came out small. Broken. Filthy. I hated them.
I hated him.
I hated that I’d frozen. That I’d let it happen.
Aaron’s body stilled. The air seemed to freeze around us.
For one long, terrifying second, he just stared-through me.
Then low, dark, a coiled promise:
“You did nothing wrong p>
His hand slid from my chin down my throat, a slow, grounding stroke. Possessive. Claiming.
Then he leaned in. His breath against my ear-the very place Dorian had touched.
“But I will make him regret breathing in your direction p>
A violent shiver raced down my spine. I needed air-I needed-
He pulled back-eyes burning.
“You are mine, Venus. Fake or not. Do you understand p>
“Yes,” I whispered-too quick, too breathless.
Where was the strong independent woman in me?
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I think I’ve just set feminism few years back.
“Say it properly p>
I swallowed, cheeks flaming.
“I’m yours p>
What a ridiculous putty. Jesus Christ Venus.
His gaze darkened. Satisfaction. Possession. Something wild.
He caught my jaw again and kissed me.
Hard. Deep. Fierce.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t polite.
It was a brand. A mark.
When he finally pulled away, I was glad I was sitting-my legs wouldn’t have held me.
Aaron adjusted his cuff-slow, deliberate.
“Now,” he purred, voice a dark promise, “be a good little wife and sit pretty while I handle a few things p>
“And Dorian p>
His smile was pure menace.
“Dorian will learn. No one touches what belongs to me p>
I watched him stride out-composed, lethal, every inch a king.
And me?
I sat there heart racing, lips bruised, body thrumming with everything I shouldn’t want.
Claimed in ways I couldn’t undo.
And God help me… I didn’t want to.
The door clicked shut behind him.
I pressed trembling fingers to my lips still swollen, still tingling.
I hated how my body responded. The way it craved that rough possessiveness.
Fake marriage.
Fake.
But nothing about that kiss had felt fake. Nothing about the way he’d gripped my chin-branded my mouth-had felt scripted.
And the worst part?
I wanted more.
I slid off the desk-legs shaking-cool air licking at skin still too hot.
His scent clung to me. Clean. Sharp. Power beneath it.
I was in so much trouble.
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