Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

VENUS

“Hands up, princess.” His voice was a command, not a request.

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And as always, my body obeyed before my mind caught up-arms lifting above my head, wrists trembling as if they already knew what was coming.

Aaron caught them in one fist, pinning me to the mattress, and with the other he looped the belt around them. It was tight and unyielding. The leather bit into my skin, binding me helpless beneath his weight.

My mind flickered back to the cottage-Gerald’s cuffs, the panic. But I reeled it in, whispering to myself: This is Aaron. He won’t hurt me. He never would.

He noticed-of course he did. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” His tone softened, breaking through the heat.

I swallowed hard. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

“Venus-”

“I’m fine,” firmer this time.

Something in my voice must have convinced him, because he gave a short nod, resolve snapping back into place.

“You’re mine now,” he said, cinching the leather with brutal precision. “Completely. No escape. No doubt. No pretending otherwise.”

I tugged against the restraint, helpless and bound. His gaze darkened, mouth curving with ruthless satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing me once-hard, claiming-before dragging his mouth down my throat. “Now you’ll take everything I give you, exactly how I want to give it. And you’ll thank me for every second.”

He settled between my thighs, broad shoulders forcing me wide, hunger burning through him like wildfire.

Pinned. Trapped. Owned by Aaron Sinclair.

And I had never wanted anything more.

The belt bit deeper with every movement, leather a brand against my skin, a constant reminder that I was his. My pulse thundered, my breath shallow. I was prey caught in a predator’s jaws and I wanted nothing but to be devoured.

Aaron’s mouth claimed mine again. rough and consuming. His hand slid down, spreading me open, testing the way I trembled. “Already soaked for me,” he growled against my jaw. “Bound, begging, perfect. Do you even know what you do to me like this?”

I whimpered, arching, but the restraint held me fast.

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“Good girl,” he rasped, dragging the head of his cock against my entrance, slow, torturous. “You’re going to take me exactly how I want-deep and hard, until there’s nothing left of you but my name. Until all you know is me.”

The first push stole my breath. Thick, relentless and brutal-I forgot how big he was. I cried out, back arching, but his hand pressed me down, forcing me to take every inch. Bound wrists clenched uselessly against the leather.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice a growl. “Eyes open while I claim what’s mine.”

Tears pricked not from pain, but from the unbearable intensity of him. My lips shaped his name, broken, desperate.

His pace built, merciless. Each thrust slammed me into the mattress, tearing me apart and remaking me all at once. My cries filled the room, but his growl cut through them:

“That’s it, princess. Scream for me. Let the world know who owns you.”

The belt pulled tighter as my body writhed, but the restraint only sharpened the pleasure. His hand found my clit, circling with cruel precision, dragging me to the edge until I shattered-screaming his name, body convulsing, wrists straining helplessly against the leather.

Aaron didn’t stop. He fucked me through st, ruthless, until another climax ripped through me before the first had even faded. My sobs melted into gasps my body trembling, wrecked.

When his own growl tore free, thick heat spilling inside me, he held me down harder, grinding deep like he meant to leave his mark carved into my very soul

Finally, he collapsed forward, forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged. The belt still bound me-biting, burning, proof of everything he’d taken

His voice was low, ruined, but steady with possession

“Now you understand, Venus. You’re mine in every way. And I’ll tie you down a thousand times if that’s what it takes to make you remember.”

The belt still burned around my wrists long after Aaron finally loosened it, his fingers gentle where moments before they had been merciless. I felt my pulse echo in the bruised skin, sharp stings with every tiny movement, but it wasn’t pain that made my eyes sting, it was the fact that I had let him bind me, and he had given me back more than he’d ever taken.

But when I whispered enough, when my voice broke with exhaustion after what must have been the fourth time he pushed me past my own limits, Aaron actually stopped.

He pressed his lips to my temple, breath ragged, chest heaving against mine. I felt him collapse over me, not crushing, just there, heavy with heat and sweat, grounding me when my body still shook with aftershocks.

I thought he’d demand more-that endless hunger of his never truly quenched-but instead he cupped my face, thumb brushing along my cheekbone with startling tenderness.

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“You’re done,” he murmured, as if reading what my body couldn’t say anymore. “Spent. You’ve given me everything tonight, princess. I won’t take a drop more.”

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Relief hit me so hard I wanted to cry. My voice cracked, a broken plea: “I can’t… I can’t take anymore, Aaron.”

His mouth curved into the faintest smile, not of victory but of reverence. “I know.”

The next thing I knew, he was lifting me again, those arms of his steady as if I weighed nothing. My body hung limp against his chest, head tucked beneath his chin. I let him move me, too wrung out to protest, and I didn’t need to because Aaron wasn’t carrying me to use me anymore. He was carrying me to care for me.

The sound of water filled the air, a low rush that seemed impossibly far away until I realized it wasn’t, it was the bath. He was running it for me.

I blinked, the blur of steam curling against the soft bathroom light, watching him test the temperature with his hand before lowering me into the tub.

The hot water swallowed me, stinging where his belt had bruised my wrists, where his teeth had marked my skin, where his body had claimed me over and over. But the sting gave way to soothing warmth, and I sank with a sigh that felt torn from my bones.

Aaron crouched by the edge, sleeyes rolled back, dipping a cloth into the water and wringing it out. He ran it gently over me, each stroke reverent. Not hurried, not rough. He cleaned me the way a worshiper might polish an icon-slow, careful, unworthy even as he did it.

“I should be the one falling apart,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to me, “after what I just took from you.”

“You’re always falling apart,” I whispered, too tired to tease but unable to resist. “Just not where anyone can

see it.”

His eyes flicked up, locking on mine, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he washed me in silence. My shoulders, my arms, my stomach, between my thighs where I flinched from sensitivity. His touch slowed there, almost apologetic, and for the first time all night I felt tears sting-not from pain, not from the overwhelming way he owned me-but from the unbearable tenderness in him.

When he finally lifted me out, I clung to him weakly, too heavy-limbed to stand. He dried me with a towel, wrapped me like I was something fragile. And when he slipped my nightdress over my head-soft silk falling against my sore skin-I let my forehead rest against his chest.

“Why are you… so good to me?” My voice was hoarse, raw.

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