Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Venus

Aaron didn’t answer. Not with words, at least.

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His silence was heavy, charged like the air before a storm. I could feel the weight of his gaze tracing over me, lingering on the places my mother’s presence had left me unsettled. My hands, still restless. My throat, tight with unspoken tension.

Then, without warning, he closed the distance between us.

One hand slid around the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. The other gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him. His breath was warm against my lips, his body solid, unyielding,

I didn’t have time to think.

His mouth crashed into mine, rough and possessive. A kiss that wasn’t a question but a demand an answer to something I hadn’t even realized I’d been asking. My back hit the wall, the impact shuddering through me, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was the heat of his tongue against mine, the way his hands moved over me like he was memorizing me, reclaiming

I gasped when his teeth grazed my bottom lip, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until my head spun. His fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, skimming up my ribs, and I arched into his touch, already aching.

“Aaron-“I managed, breathless.

He didn’t let me finish. His mouth left mine, trailing down my jaw, my throat, biting just hard enough to make me whimper. His hands were everywhere tugging at my clothes, sliding under fabric, mapping skin like he needed to remind

himself I was his.

I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, my fingers trembling. He didn’t help, too busy dragging his lips over my collarbone, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin just above my pulse. By the time I got his shirt open, I was panting, my body alight

with need.

He didn’t give me a chance to admire him.

In one swift motion, he spun us around, lifting me until my legs wrapped around his waist. I clung to him as he carried me -not toward the bedroom, but to the nearest surface: the couch.

He laid me down like I was something precious, even as his hands and mouth worked with a desperation that bordered on rough. My shirt was gone before I could blink, his mouth closing over my nipple through the lace of my bra, and I cried out, fingers twisting in his hair.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my skin, his voice ragged.

I didn’t have the coherence to respond.

He made quick work of the rest of our clothes, his touch alternating between tender and relentless. When his fingers slid between my thighs, finding me already wet, he groaned, low and deep.

“Look at you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “All worked up just from this.”

I whimpered, hips lifting, seeking more.

He gave it to me.

His mouth replaced his fingers, tongue circling my clit in slow, torturous strokes before dipping lower, tasting me like he was starving. I writhed beneath him, gasping his name, but he didn’t relent. Not until my thighs shook and my back arched,

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pleasure coiling tight in my stomach.

Then, just as I teetered on the edge, he pulled away.

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I made a sound of protest, but he silenced me with another kiss, his body settling over mine. The weight of him, the heat, it was intoxicating.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded against my lips.

“Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes.”

He didn’t make me wait.

With one sharp thrust, he was inside me, filling me so completely I saw stars. He stilled for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, both of us trembling. Then he moved, setting a rhythm that had me clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his

skin.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was raw, unfiltered need, a collision of bodies and breath and whispered curses. Every thrust drove me higher, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.

When I came, it was with a sob, my body tightening around him, pulling him deeper. He followed moments later, his groan muffled against my neck as he spilled inside me.

For a long moment, we stayed like that-breathless, tangled, skin slick with sweat!

Then, slowly, he pulled away.

I expected him to leave, to retreat like he sometimes did when things got too intense. But instead, he gathered me against his chest, one hand stroking lazily down my spine.

I melted into him, boneless and

cared.

After a while, he shifted, reaching for the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. He draped it over us before tugging me back into his arms.

Silence settled between us, comfortable and warm.

Then, softly, he asked, “How was the visit with your mom?”

I exhaled, tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Fine.”

He hummed, fingers still moving through my hair. “Just ‘fine”?”

I hesitated. “She was… herself.”

Aaron didn’t press. He just kissed the top of my head and held me tighter.

And for the first time since she’d left, I felt the tension in my chest ease.

After she left, I checked my room.

Nothing was out of place. Everything was intact.

I couldn’t help but feel guilty for even suspecting her. She was recovering from cancer. That alone changes people. Memory slips. Emotions sharpen or blur. Sometimes they look at you and forget where they were going with the thought.

Still… something had felt off.

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And I realized I hadn’t even called to check if she got home safe.

Hadn’t asked about Dain

We don’t talk about him anymore.

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I sank deeper into Aaron’s warmth, letting the weight of the day fall off me. His breathing was steady, grounding.

I closed my eyes, not ready for tomorrow, not ready for the trip-but okay for now.

Wrapped in him.

Whole. For tonight.

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