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The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Damien Lack Of Control

Aria pov

Applause filled the ballroom as cameras flashed. I felt Damien’s thumb stroke across my knuckles, hidden behind the podium.

As we stepped down from the stage, people surrounded us immediately. Questions flew from all directions.

"Ms. Monroe, how will this affect Monroe Global’s international operations?"

"Mr. Blackwood, what prompted this decision?"

"Will there be restructuring?"

"How will dual CEO leadership work in practice?"

Damien fielded questions smoothly, his hand still holding mine. When someone asked about our "personal relationship," he simply said, "We’re focused on building a successful business partnership."

The non-answer spoke volumes.

Finally, after what felt like hours of schmoozing and answering questions, Damien leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. "Let’s get out of here."

"We can’t just leave our own announcement party."

"Watch me." His hand slid to the small of my back. "We’ve done our duty, i need to get you alone."

The promise in his voice sent shivers down my spine. The car was waiting outside, the driver holding the door open. Damien helped me in, his hand lingering on my waist longer than necessary. The interior was dark, private, the partition between us and the driver already raised.

As soon as the door closed, the tension that had been building all evening exploded.

Damien didn’t move to his side of the seat. He stayed close, his thigh pressed against mine. The leather was cool beneath me, but his body radiated heat.

"You were brilliant up there," he murmured, his hand finding my knee. "Commanding. Powerful, every man in that room wanted to fuck you—and every woman wanted to be you."

"Damien" I tried, but his fingers were already moving, sliding upward with slow, deliberate intent, pushing the clinging red silk higher inch by torturous inch until it bunched around the tops of my thighs.

"Shh." His lips found the tender spot just below my ear, kissing, then sucking lightly, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "The driver can’t see a thing through the tint and the partition."

His hand continued its ascent, warm and sure, fingertips tracing the edge of my lace panties before slipping beneath the delicate fabric without hesitation. My breath hitched sharply.

I couldn’t speak. My head dropped back against the supple leather, a broken whimper escaping despite my best efforts. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Damien held me through every tremor, his movements gentling but never stopping completely, drawing out the aftershocks until I was trembling, boneless against the seat.

When my lashes finally fluttered open, he was watching me with raw, predatory satisfaction—eyes black with lust, jaw clenched tight with his own unspent need.

Slowly, deliberately, he withdrew his fingers, glistening and coated with my release. Our eyes locked as he brought them to his mouth. His tongue slid out, lapping first one finger, then the other, tasting me with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted," he rasped, voice wrecked with hunger. "Sweet" He leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "And I’m still starving, Aria. When we get home, I’m going to spread you on my bed, bury my face between your thighs, and eat this perfect cunt until you beg me to stop. "

The promise made my pulse race all over again.

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The penthouse elevator doors closed behind us with a soft chime. We were alone, the space suddenly feeling too small, too intimate.

Damien didn’t give me time to think. He backed me against the cool mirrored wall, his broad frame caging me in. The hard length of his cock pressed insistently against my lower belly through the fine wool of his tuxedo pants—thick, rigid, throbbing with the same need that had been building since the car. I could feel every pulsing inch of him, the heat of him searing through layers of fabric.

"Damien" I gasped as he rolled his hips forward in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging the heavy ridge of his erection right over my still-sensitive clit.

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