Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

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Aaron’s eyes devoured me. slow, possessive and reverent. Like every inch of bare skin was holy scripture he’d been starving to read.

His hand came up, fingers grazing my collarbone before sliding lower, tracing the dip between my breasts, dragging fire in their wake. He cupped me, thumb teasing, and the sound he made-low, guttural, worship disguised as sin-made my knees tremble.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he rasped, voice breaking on the edge of hunger. “Do you even know what you do to me? How long I’ve wanted to tear this façade down and have you like this-only mine?”

His words sank into me like nails, anchoring me to him.

My lips parted, but no words came. Just a shaky exhale, a plea without sound.

Aaron’s mouth curved in a dangerous smile, and then he was on me again. Claiming my lips, biting, sucking, devouring me like he was desperate to erase every lie, every mile of distance that had ever stood between us.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice was ragged. “You’ll never doubt me again, Venus. I’ll carve it into your body if I have to. You belong to me and I’ll prove it.”

Before I could answer, he lifted me, carrying me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, nails dragging down his back. He pressed me into the wall, the heat of his body scorching through the last thin barrier of silk between us.

His hands roamed-rough, urgent, claiming-sliding down to grip my ass, squeezing until I gasped.

“Say it,” he demanded, eyes burning into mine. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered, breathless.

“Louder.” His lips brushed my ear, teeth grazing. “I want the world to hear you.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, louder this time, trembling in his arms.

The growl that ripped from his chest was primal. He tore the last of my gown away, silk scattering to the floor like fallen petals. His mouth descended on my breast, hot and wet, tongue circling my nipple before sucking hard. The sensation stole my breath, my head falling back against the wall.

“Perfect,” he groaned against my skin. “Every inch of you was made for me.”

I whimpered, arching into him.

His hand slid lower, between my thighs, finding me slick and ready. His fingers teased, stroked, then slid inside me-deep, relentless. My cry echoed off the walls, and his grin turned feral.

“That’s it, good girl. Give it to me. Let me hear how much you need me.”

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“A-Aaron-” My voice cracked, desperate.

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His pace quickened, thumb circling my clit with cruel precision, dragging me higher and higher. My body was fire, my nerves unraveling under his ruthless devotion.

“You’re close,” he growled.

“Yes” I whimpered.

“Come for me, Venus. I want your body screaming my name.”

And when he thrust his fingers deeper, I broke-shattering in his arms, my release tearing through me in waves so violent I thought I’d fall apart.

But Aaron held me, steady and unyielding, lips devouring every sound of my ecstasy.

“That’s my good girl.”

When the aftershocks left me trembling, he pulled his fingers free and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that made my core clench all over again.

His gaze caught mine-dark and merciless.

“I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

He carried me, still shaking, to the bed. Where he intended to ruin me completely.

The mattress hit my back, cool sheets against overheated skin, and Aaron loomed above me-broad, unrelenting, eyes blazing like a man who’d been starved for years and finally had his feast laid bare.

His hand fisted in my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Look at me. Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you watching when I make you mine.”

My lips parted in a whimper, but I obeyed. God, I obeyed.

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He stripped off his shirt in one violent motion, muscles carved in shadow and light-a body sculpted for war, for ruin, for me.

Mine

He was all mine.

My mouth watered at the sight, and Aaron smirked like he knew exactly how undone I was.

“You think you know obsession, Venus?” His hand trailed down my sternum, stopping just below my navel, hovering there, cruel. “You don’t. But you’re about to learn.”

Then he was everywhere at once-mouth crashing onto mine, tongue sliding deep, his weight pinning me as his hands claimed, squeezed, spread me open. His touch was worship and punishment, soft bites turning into bruises, kisses turning into shackles.

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When his fingers found me again, I gasped so loud it felt like confession. He stroked once, slow, deliberate, watching my face with merciless precision.

“Already wet again,” he murmured darkly. “Good girl. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your head ever doubts it.”

“Aaron-”

“Shh.” His lips brushed my ear, his breath molten. “Say it again. Say whose you are.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered, desperate.

He growled, low and dangerous. “Not enough. Say it like you’d say your prayers.”

My back arched, his pace tormenting, thumb circling mercilessly. “I’m yours, Aaron. All yours.”

The sound he made-raw, primal, victorious-shook me to my bones.

He pushed my thighs wider, pinning me open, and lowered his mouth to me. The first stroke of his tongue was fire incarnate, and I nearly screamed. He devoured me like a starving man, every lick deep, deliberate, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d bear his fingerprints by morning.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he groaned against me. “And it’s mine. Only mine.”

The coil in me snapped too fast and too hard. I was coming again, crying his name like a prayer, like a curse. He held me down, drinking every wave of my release, relentless until I sobbed from the intensity.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet, his smile feral. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked down at me like a king surveying conquered land.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “Wrecked already. And I haven’t even started.”

Then he unbuckled his belt.

The sound of leather sliding free filled the room-sharp, final, like a sentence passed. His eyes locked on mine, dark promise gleaming.

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