Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

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I knelt quietly, rooted at Aiden’s feet, my cock aching painfully within its tight restraint. Occasionally, I caught someone’s gaze drifting downward toward me. I knew exactly what they saw: Mr. A’s boy. A mere exhibit. A possession. A pet on display.

Across the table, movement caught my attention. Luna, kneeling beside her Master, tilted her head slightly, her lips parting just enough to form a silent “Are you okay?” beneath the table’s shadow.

A sharp pang gripped my chest. I inhaled deeply, though my breath trembled, and gave a faint nod in response, mouthing back, “I’m okay.”

Halfway through the game, Aiden slammed his hand down with a force that made the table murmur in surprise. He didn’t gloat or boast—he simply leaned back, gathering his winnings with a calm authority that silenced everyone around.

Then, without warning, he tugged on the leash, pulling me up abruptly to his mouth. His lips crashed against mine, fierce and possessive. Heat surged through me, and for a dizzying moment, I forgot the table, the spectators—I just kissed him back with equal intensity.

A ripple of laughter and low cheers echoed around us. Someone called out, “That’s it, Mr. A! Show him off.”

My cheeks burned beneath the mask. Aiden’s tongue pressed boldly into my mouth, his hand steady at the nape of my neck. The kiss deepened, shameless and hungry, until my cock throbbed so fiercely it felt like it might burst free from its cage—and I could tell Aiden was feeling the same.

When he finally pulled away, lips just brushing mine, I crawled back to my place at his right side.

The charged exchange—and the fire still flickering in Aiden’s eyes—must have caught Master Roman’s attention. His voice cut smoothly across the table like warm oil. “Luna, darling, perhaps you’d like to congratulate Mr. A on that hand… and welcome him properly?”

What?

No way.

Before Aiden could even respond, my instincts kicked in. I scrambled forward, slipping between his legs without hesitation or thought. I positioned myself directly in front of his crotch like a human shield, shooting Luna my most intense “don’t you dare” glare.

By the time the reality of what I’d just done hit me, it was already too late.

Aiden’s gaze locked onto me—controlled, dangerous, and almost amused.

Shame clawed at my insides. Everyone knew. Everyone could see. But damn it, I wasn’t going to let anyone else come between me and my man.

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4:52 pm Pp

Chapter 118 (continued)

I sank down on him, sealing my lips tightly around him, taking him inch by inch. He sighed softly, almost lazily, and the sound of cards shuffling resumed as if nothing inappropriate was happening beneath the table.

I worked him with my mouth—slow, gentle suctions, my tongue tracing every inch of him. His fingers threaded through my hair, tugging lightly now and then—a silent command to adjust my rhythm.

Here and there, he rewarded me with a soft groan, a hand ruffling through my curls like I was his favorite pet. Each sound struck straight to my chest, flooding me with a potent mix of humiliation and bliss.

The table erupted in cheers when another player won a lucky hand, but I barely registered it. My entire world had contracted to one thing—him, in my mouth, owning me utterly while the rest of the world watched.