Just My Hockey Roommate’s Filthy Desires by Esther Pen novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306

ARIA’S POV

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The cool night air brushed softly against my skin as Brandon led me through the private glass doors at the far end of the executive floor.

I thought our evening was coming to an end after the romantic dinner at the rooftop restaurant, but when the motorcade brought us back to the new Sterling Enterprises tower instead of the estate, Brandon simply smiled and took my hand.

He guided me onto the top garden terrace of the skyscraper, a private, open–air sanctuary built high above the city

The entire terrace was bathed in the warm, ethereal glow of hundreds of fairy lights woven through silver trellises. White roses lined the manicured stone pathways, and the faint, sweet scent of blooming jasmine filled the night air.

Below us, the city lights sparkled like a fallen constellation, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

“Brandon,” I breathed, stepping forward onto the stone path, my hand still tucked securely in his. “This place… it feels like standing in the clouds.”

“I wanted to bring you somewhere where the rest of the world couldn’t reach us,” Brandon murmured behind me, his voice rich, steady, and filled with a quiet intensity that made my pulse quicken.

I turned around to look at him. He looked impossibly handsome beneath the soft glow of the lights, his sharp features softened by the absolute warmth in his dark eyes.

“Tonight was already perfect,” I said softly, stepping closer to him and resting my hands lightly against his broad chest. “The restaurant, the music, the story about Clara and Amelia… you didn’t have to do all this.”

“You deserve the world, Aria,” Brandon said, reaching up to gently place his warm hand over mine.

“For months, I watched you fight so hard against shadows that should have never touched your life. I watched you protect Amelia with everything you had, never complaining, never giving up. You carried so much pain, yet your heart remained the softest, most beautiful thing I have ever known.”

My chest swelled with emotion, a sweet ache settling deep in my heart. “Brandon…”

“When you first came into my life, I thought I was simply fulfilling an obligation,” Brandon continued, his eyes searching mine with a devotion so profound it took my breath away.

“I thought my heart was locked away, buried beneath corporate battles and dark memories I could never wash clean. But you changed everything. You brought light into a house that had been cold for years. You gave me a home. You gave me a reason to want a future.”

Tears began to gather in my eyes, shining under the garden lights. “You gave me a home, too, Brandon. You gave me a place where I felt safe for the very first time.”

Brandon took a slow, deep breath. He took my left hand in his, his large fingers trembling slightly, a rare, incredible sight from a man who always commanded every room he walked into.

Slowly, deliberately, Brandon dropped down onto one knee in front of me on the stone terrace.

My heart gave a violent, joyful leap against my ribs, and my hands flew to my mouth as a soft gasp escaped my lips.

From his inner suit jacket pocket, Brandon pulled out a small, black velvet box. He flipped it open with his thumb.

Resting inside was a breathtaking ring, a flawless, emerald–cut diamond surrounded by a delicate band of smaller pave diamonds that caught every beam of light in the garden.

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“Aria, Brandon said, looking up at me with raw, unfiltered love shining in his dark eyes. “I don’t just want to protect you. 1 want to spend every sunrise and every sunset standing by your side. I want to build a life with you, grow old with you, and

ve Amelia the whole, happy family she deserves. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Tears of pure, overwhelming joy spilled over my eyelashes, tracing warm paths down my cheeks. The pain of the past, the fears of yesterday, and the long, dark nights of uncertainty completely dissolved into nothingness.

“Yes,” I sobbed happily, nodding my head repeatedly as a wide, radiant smile broke across my face. “Yes, Brandon! A thousand times yes!”

Brandon let out a quiet breath of relief, a brilliant smile breaking across his handsome face. He took the ring from the box and slid it smoothly onto my ring finger. It fit perfectly.

He stood up, and before I could even catch my breath, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, liftingime completely off my feet.

I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face against his neck as he spun us gently around in the middle of the sunlit garden terrace.

When he set my feet back down on the stone path, he didn’t let go. He cupped my face in both of his warm hands, his thumbs gently wiping away my tears, before leaning down to capture my lips in a deep, desperate, and wildly passionate kiss.

I kissed him back with everything I had, pouring all my love, my trust, and my future into his arms. The diamond on my finger pressed against his shoulder, a silent, beautiful promise forged beneath the stars.

When we finally pulled back, resting our foreheads together as our rapid breathing mingled in the cool night air, Brandon looked down at my ring, then back into my eyes.

“No more hiding,” Brandon whispered, pressing one last tender kiss to my forehead. “No more fear. You are mine, Aria. Forever.”

“Forever,” I whispered back.

The drive back to the estate felt like a quiet dream. Hand in hand in the back seat of the car, neither of us said much, simply letting the quiet weight of our engagement settle over us.

When we arrived, the house was dark and peaceful. We checked softly on Amelia first, finding her sound asleep in her room with Clara resting quietly in the guest quarters nearby.

Once the heavy door to our master suite clicked shut behind us, the rest of the world vanished completely.

Brandon clicked off the overhead lights, leaving only the soft amber glow of the bedside lamps to cut through the darkness.

He turned toward me, his dark eyes heavy with a raw, primal hunger that sent a wave of heat pooling instantly between my thighs.

“Come here, baby,” he growled low, his voice dropping into that dark, possessive register that always made my knees go weak.

He stepped forward, his long fingers hooking into the zipper of my dress. He dragged it down slowly, deliberate and unhurried, listening to the rasp of the teeth uncoupling until the emerald silk pooling around my hips slid down to the floor.

I stepped out of my heels, my hands reaching up to strip away his tie, unbuttoning his tailored shirt until my bare palms pressed against the hard, burning muscle of his chest.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” Brandon rasped against my lips, sliding his large hands down my back to grip my bare hips. lifting me effortlessly into his arms.

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He carried me to the king–sized bed, dropping me onto the soft silk sheets before climbing over me, his massive frame looming dark and powerful in the dim light.

Hastripped off the rest of his clothes with brutal efficiency, leaving him completely bare above me, hard and imposing.

His hands tore away my lace underwear, tossing it blindly over the edge of the mattress. He parted my thighs with his knee, pressing his broad chest down against mine until every inch of our skin was locked together.

“Look at me, Aria,” he commanded roughness into his tone, gripping my chin gently but firmly. “Tell me who you belong to.

“To you,” I gasped out, my breath hitching as his fingers slid down between my legs, finding me already slick and aching for him. “Only to you, Brandon.”

“Damn right,” he growled against my ear, dipping two fingers deep inside me. He flexed them, drawing alsharp, whimpering moan from my throat. “So tight… so wet for your husband.”

I arched my back into his hand, my fingers digging blindly into the solid muscle of his shoulders. “Brandon, please…/no more waiting.”

He let out a low, dark laugh, sliding his fingers free only to replace them with the heavy, blunt head of his shaft. He took his time, pressing slowly into my tight heat, inch by agonizing inch, stretching me wide until he was buried to the hilt inside

1. me.

“Ah… fuck,” Brandon groaned, leaning down to capture my lips in a bruised, messy kiss as he held still for a second, letting my body adjust to his full thickness.

When he began to move, it was a heavy, languid grind, slow, deep, and utterly possessive. He pulled back almost entirely before driving back into me, hitting that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside that made my mind go completely blank.

“You’re mine, Aria,” he whispered dirty against my collarbone, his breathing harsh and ragged as his hips set a steady, punishing rhythm. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.”

I gasped, throwing my head back against the pillows as my moans began to echo softly against the high ceilings of the room.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, locking him closer, pulling him down until he was driving into me deeper with every hit.

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