All Chapters of In Lust with my Sexy Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty One Julian’s POVThe steel door doesn’t give.My fists are raw, the knuckles split open, but I keep pounding.Her voice was right there. So close I could almost feel her breath through the gap.Now, nothing.The silence behind the door is worse than the slam.I press my forehead against the cold metal, forcing air into my lungs.Don’t think. Don’t let panic take root.But panic has teeth. It chews through reason, leaving only the image of her being dragged away from me.A low laugh echoes in the empty hall.Celeste.That sound coils around my spine like a blade.“You think a locked door can stop me?” I growl to the silence.My hand goes for my phone, no signal.Of course.This was planned. Layered. Perfectly timed.I step back, draw in a breath, and slam my shoulder into the door. Pain blooms white-hot down my arm. It holds.Again.The door doesn’t care.Footsteps approach. My whole body stiffens, ready to tear the person apart.“Sir..” one of my men stammers, frozen by

Chapter Fifty ThreeAria’s POVThe screen goes black, leaving only the hum of the overhead light and the pounding in my ears.He saw me.For a moment, I let my head fall forward, my hair curtaining my face as my ribs ache against the ropes binding my arms. The air smells of damp cement and something metallic, like rust and old secrets.The room closes in around me.“Smile, sweetheart,” the voice comes from behind me.Mocking. Familiar.I don’t move. If I look at them now, I’ll give them what they want: fear.Instead, I count my own breaths, forcing them to slow. One. Two. Three.Julian knows. He saw.And I know him well enough to know that every second between us now is a countdown.Footsteps circle me. Leisurely. Taunting.“You know what I love about him?” they continue.“That obsession. That look in his eyes just now? Like a wolf who just smelled blood. It’s almost… poetic.”A fingertip brushes along the side of my jaw and I flinch.The ropes bite into my wrists, skin raw. My finger

Chapter Fifty FiveAria’s POVDarkness isn’t quiet.It hums, low and constant, like the sound of a helicopter blade far above my head.Something wet sticks to my skin, heavy, pulling me downward, and a sharp cold creeps through my limbs.I try to breathe, but every inhale feels wrong. Like there’s glass in my lungs.And then I hear him.Julian.At first, it’s just a sound, a rough, jagged voice tearing through the fog. Then the voice sharpens, becomes a lifeline.“Stay with me, Aria. Damn it, stay with me.”I want to answer. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. My lips are too heavy. My chest won’t obey.I’m aware of warmth pressing at my side, a weight on my hand that’s both frantic and tender at once.The dark pulses, and suddenly there’s a memory:Julian’s office, the blinds drawn, city lights scattered like stars against glass.His mouth on mine.The world narrowing to the drag of his lips, the taste of something I shouldn’t want but crave like air.A beep drags me back, sharp

Chapter Fifty SevenAria’s POVThe first thing I’m aware of is the beeping.It’s faint, steady, like a pulse outside my body. Then comes the cold, the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you want to curl up and hide.My eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds, but something pulls me upward, clawing through the fog.I force them open.White ceiling.Bright lights that stab into my skull.And the faintest smell of antiseptic.I blink, but the room doesn’t change. It’s sterile, quiet except for that beeping. My throat is dry like I’ve swallowed glass. Every breath burns.And then I hear it, his voice.“Aria?”Julian.It’s not a dream. Not the half-memory my unconscious kept replaying. He’s here. Close.I turn my head toward the sound. Even though it hurts, I need to see him.He’s sitting beside my bed, his tie undone, the perfect black shirt streaked with dried blood, my blood. His hand is wrapped around mine, his thumb still moving against my skin like he’s keeping time with

Chapter Fifty NineAria’s POVThose hands dig into my shoulders, solid and warm, and yet every muscle in me tightens as though they belong to a ghost.“Julian?” The word tears out of me, half plea, half disbelief.I twist, desperate to see his face, but the darkness presses against me like a living thing, swallowing every edge, every outline. All I have are those hands, steady, strong, and trembling ever so slightly.“Don’t move,” he murmurs again. It’s his voice. It has to be. I can hear the roughness in it, the cadence I know by heart. My chest clenches so tightly it hurts.But after everything, the clone, the illusions, the way this place toys with my mind, I can’t trust even my own senses.“Then prove it,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Tell me something only you would know.”The silence stretches long enough to unravel me. My breathing comes in shallow bursts.Finally, his lips brush against my ear, and the warmth of his breath sends an involuntary shiver spiraling down my spine.