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Contract Marriage To The Alpha King Possessive much, Mr. Blackwood?
Ava’s POVThe city burned, neon bleeding through the clouds, the pulse of Manhattan stamping its signature across the sky. The motorcade knifed through morning traffic, sirens parting like a sea at our approach. Inside the backmost car, the world dissolved to tinted glass: cocooned in quiet power, yet bracing for war.Damian Blackwood lounged beside me, all crisp dark wool and impossible focus. He looked out the window like a king surveying his domain—every inch the billionaire predator they all feared. But I sensed the tension winding through him, an alertness taut as a drawn bow. He rolled the tension between his fingers, slow and silent, until the final stretch to Blackwood Tower.His gaze slid to me—sharp, appraising, a secret touch behind his impassive façade. A singular brush of his hand found mine and remained, fierce and fleeting. It was just a heartbeat, but I felt it through every inch of me: a vow, an anchor. For him, I was something the world couldn’t touch—his shield, his
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King You move too much to be sleeping.
Ava’s POVMorning comes slow and golden over the city, diffusing through blackout curtains, brushing warmth across the sheets tangled around my legs. Damian’s arms are heavy and possessive atop me, his breath a low undulation against the nape of my neck. I shift, testing the boundaries of his grip. He holds me closer—firm, inexorable, an anchor against the restless tide of the coming day.The air tastes of silk and skin, sharp citrus from last night’s whiskey, and something darker—something only he carries, a scent on my wrists and thighs. The edges of the world stay blurred, held at bay by his heartbeat thrumming beneath my palm.He stirs, eyes half-lidded and wolfish, lashes shadowed on stubbled cheek. His voice is gravel and honey. “You move too much to be sleeping.”“I don’t want to wake up. Not yet,” I whisper, dragging my nails across the warm expanse of his ribs, following the edges of muscle, the places no one else ever sees.He presses a kiss behind my ear—soft, electric—and
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Damian's POV The mansion is quiet again—a rare and deliberate luxury, a hush earned through the day’s calculated violence. I refill both our glasses with Bordeaux, the vintage chosen not for status but for memory: the sunlight that ripened these grapes is the only thing tonight that's older than my ghosts.Ava sits across from me, framed in lamplight. The room is nearly all shadow, broken only by a slant of gold across the Turkish binder chairs and the glint of glass. No staff linger. No security checks pulse through the air. It’s just us—a dinner set for two, plates cooling between stories and silences that say more than words.She kicks my foot beneath the table, her gaze teasing. “Are you actually hungry, or is this all for show?”I glance at my untouched fillet, pretending to study its charred lines. “Not hungry for food,” I admit, swirling the wine. “But I’m trying.”She laughs, the sound soft but edged—it’s her gift to me, a melody meant to break the storm of my thoughts. “I no
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Damian's POVThe office is a living thing by nine o’clock: a web of quietly desperate ambition knotted between the glass walls and the matte-black marble floors. I can feel it before I see it, just as I feel the thread of Ava at my side—her steady footfalls, the small stack of folders pressed to her chest—both a ward and a weapon.Whispers scurry ahead of me, as they always do. That’s Blackwood. Did you hear about the shakeup last night? Someone’s head will roll today. I walk slower than I want to—the wolf in me itching to assert dominance, to disrupt the peace with a single snap—but I rein him in, for now.We bypass the outer offices, a silent path parting as we approach. Heads duck back to screens, conversations die on tongues. Good. Loyalty grows in the shadow of fear, but it thrives only under the illusion of safety. I offer neither freely.Ava passes me the first folder without a glance, just the brush of her fingertips grazing mine. Her perfume lingers. I thumb through the R&D p
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Damian’s POVMorning in the mansion always arrives like an intruder—I can hear it before I see it, the thin sound of the city beginning to breathe, the light seeping under the curtains in pale, patient bars. For once I’m awake before it, more alert than the room deserves to be. Ava is curled against me, breath soft and even, the faint scent of rosewater and something that’s only hers drifting into my senses. I could stay like this forever, a predator lulled by a warmth it doesn’t deserve.My wolf paces, low and eager at the edges of my thoughts. Take the day. Claim the hour. Mark the world. I ignore him, because some parts of me have learned restraint, and because she looks like something fragile and priceless and I want to learn the shape of protecting rather than destroying.She wakes with a little sound—half-sigh, half-name—and turns, hair a loose fall around her face. The sheet slips and I let my hand fall across her ribs, feeling the quick, steadying beat of her heart under my pa
Contract Marriage To The Alpha King Best part’s now. Let’s go home.”
DamianFor the rest of the drive, she read emails and I reviewed the day’s battlefield. At the building, facades clicked in place—my face like polished steel, hers composed and professional. CEO. Assistant. Ruler and adjutant, severity hiding any sign of last night’s intimacy. Inside, the lobby buzzed—a rush of suited staffers, the perfume of anticipation mixed with corporate dread. Ava led the way, her stride efficient, drawing attention by doing nothing to draw it. She became invisible, solving problems before anyone guessed they’d begun. She paused at her desk outside my office—a glass-and-chrome command post—and greeted the operations manager. “Morning, Desiree. The chairman’s rescheduled. Put him after lunch.” Desiree pasted on a nervous smile. “Will do. Your coffee’s here, Mr. Blackwood. Notes from compliance are in your inbox.” I nodded, eyes not leaving Ava. She slid into her chair, fingers flying across the keyboard, triaging emails, flagging priorities in the color cod
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