Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 79

Aria's POV

His body loomed over mine, powerful and commanding.

The intensity in his eyes made my breath catch—there was something primal there, something that made heat pool low in my belly.

"Is this your way of persuading me to sign those papers?" I asked breathlessly, still reeling from his kisses.

"This," Aiden said, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that sent shivers down my spine, "is my way of showing you that some things are worth more than any contract."

I pulled him down to me, needing his mouth on mine again.

The weight of his body pressing me into the mattress felt right—felt like home. His hands were everywhere, leaving trails of fire across my skin as he slipped them beneath my blouse.

"Daddy," I whispered against his lips, feeling his body tense at the word.

His eyes darkened dangerously. "Say it again," he demanded, fingers digging into my hips.

"Daddy," I repeated, bolder this time.

Without warning, he ripped my blouse open, buttons scattering across the bedroom floor. The sudden display of strength made me gasp, arousal flooding through me.

"You've been driving me crazy all day," Aiden growled, his lips moving to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Teasing me. Running away."

"I wasn't—" My protest died in my throat as he bit down gently, then soothed the spot with his tongue.

"Don't lie to me, baby." His hands made quick work of my bra, tossing it aside. "I saw the way you looked at me in the study."

His mouth descended to my breast, taking one nipple between his lips. I arched beneath him, a moan escaping me as he sucked hard enough to make me see stars.

"Aiden—" I gasped, clutching at his shoulders.

"That's not what you called me before," he reminded me, his voice stern as he switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention.

"Daddy," I corrected myself, the word sending a fresh wave of excitement through me.

"Good girl." His praise made me whimper, my body aching for more.

His hands slid down to my pants, unbuttoning them with practiced ease before yanking them down my legs along with my underwear. I should have felt exposed, vulnerable, but under his hungry gaze, I only felt desired.

"You're soaked, honey," Aiden's voice was husky as his fingers traced the inside of my thigh, moving tantalizingly close to where I needed him most.

I spread my legs wider, desperate for his touch. "I want you," I admitted shamelessly.

"Look at you," he said, his fingers finally touching me, exploring my wetness. "So ready for me."

I moaned as he slipped one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me deliciously. "Please, daddy."

"Please what?" He curved his fingers just right, finding that spot that made my back arch off the bed.

"I need—" Words failed me as his thumb circled my clit, pleasure building rapidly.

"Tell me what you need, baby," he demanded, his fingers moving faster, deeper.

"You," I managed to gasp out. "Inside me. Now."

His crude words pushed me over the edge, my second orgasm crashing through me with such force that I screamed his name. He followed shortly after, his rhythm faltering as he buried his face in my neck, groaning deeply as he found his release.

For several minutes, we lay tangled together, breathing heavily, his weight a comforting pressure on top of me. Eventually, he rolled to his side, pulling me against his chest.

"Are we going to talk about what just happened?" I asked softly, tracing patterns on his sweat-slicked skin.

"Which part?" His voice rumbled against my ear. "The part where I gave you four billion dollars, or the part where you called me daddy?"

I buried my face in his chest, embarrassment washing over me. "Both, I guess."

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. "I meant what I said about the shares. They're yours. And as for the other thing..." A slow smile spread across his face. "I liked it."

"You did?" I couldn't keep the surprise from my voice.

"Very much." His hand slid possessively down my back to cup my ass. "I like knowing what turns you on, Aria. I like hearing you beg."

Fresh heat bloomed in my cheeks, but I didn't look away. "And I like it when you take control," I admitted, feeling strangely liberated by the confession.

He kissed me then, a soft, tender kiss that contrasted with the intensity of our earlier passion. "The papers will still be there in the morning," he murmured against my lips. "We can figure it out then."

I nodded, settling more comfortably against him. "In the morning," I agreed, too content in this moment to worry about billions of dollars or what it all meant.

As sleep began to claim me, I felt Aiden press a kiss to my forehead and whisper words that made my heart skip a beat: "I'm falling in love with you, Aria Jones-Carter."

I pretended to be asleep, not yet ready to confront the answering emotion rising in my own chest. But as I drifted off in his arms, one thought remained clear—I was falling too, harder and faster than I ever thought possible.