His Contract Mistress의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

The room felt like it was holding its breath.Ethan Blackwood stood framed by the doorway, his tailored suit and cold fury making him look more dangerous than any armed guard. His eyes—gray, storm-tossed, merciless—were locked on Aria.Every muscle in her body trembled.Nathaniel Crane leaned casually against the bar, sipping his drink like this was a show he had orchestrated. His smirk was pure provocation.“Blackwood,” he drawled, his voice smooth, mocking. “I didn’t think you’d come so quickly. I thought you preferred making people wait.”Ethan’s gaze didn’t flicker to Nathaniel. Not yet. He stepped forward, slow and controlled, his fury wrapped in an icy calm that was far more terrifying than shouting could ever be.“Aria,” he said again, voice low, lethal. “Come. Here.”Her heart lurched. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The magnetic pull of Ethan’s command warred with the intoxicating danger of Nathaniel’s nearness.Nathaniel chuckled softly. “Do you hear that, Aria? He does

The ride back to Ethan’s penthouse was suffocating.Aria sat stiffly against the leather seat, Ethan’s grip still clamped around her wrist as if letting go would mean losing her forever. His jaw was set, his profile carved from ice, but beneath the surface she could feel the storm—rage, jealousy, something darker—boiling inside him.Not a word was spoken. Only the low hum of the engine filled the silence.Her wrist throbbed. Her heart pounded. She wanted to pull away, to scream, to remind him that she was not a possession to be dragged from place to place. But the memory of his fury, the way his fists had collided with Nathaniel, kept her frozen.When the car finally stopped, Ethan stepped out and pulled her with him. His touch was unyielding, his stride long and merciless as he marched her through the marble lobby and into the private elevator.Only when the doors slid shut did he finally speak.“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice was low, guttural, vibrating with barely lea

The morning light spilled through the penthouse windows, pale gold against the rumpled sheets.Aria lay still, her body aching from the night before, her mind tangled in a haze of exhaustion and unanswered questions. Ethan’s arm was heavy around her waist, his chest pressed to her back like a shield—or a shackle.For a few fragile seconds, she let herself believe it was just intimacy. That the man holding her wasn’t the same one who had dragged her out of Nathaniel’s den with blood on his hands. That the heat of his touch wasn’t poisoned with possession.But then Ethan stirred. His grip tightened instantly, as though even in sleep he knew she was thinking of escape.“You’re awake,” his voice rasped, low against her ear.Her throat tightened. “I was just… thinking.”His hand slid to her hip, his touch firm, grounding, inescapable. “About him?”Aria froze.Ethan rolled her onto her back, his storm-gray eyes burning into hers. “Don’t lie to me.”Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She wante

The elevator doors slid open, and Aria stepped out onto the busy Manhattan street. The noise of traffic and chatter wrapped around her, but instead of freedom, all she felt was panic.The city moved like a current, people brushing past her as if she were invisible. Her chest heaved as she walked faster, then faster still, until she was nearly running.Her wrists still ached where Ethan’s grip had been. Her lips burned where his mouth had devoured hers. Her heart thundered with every memory of his storm—violent, consuming, impossible to escape.But now, the betrayal burned hotter than any kiss.He hadn’t just caged her body. He had signed away her name. Bound her to him in ways she hadn’t even understood. Chains of ink.She stumbled into a quiet side street, pressing her back against the cold brick wall, trying to catch her breath.For the first time since meeting Ethan Blackwood, she felt truly afraid—not of what he would do to others, but of what he had already done to her.Her phone

The night had grown colder.Aria wrapped her coat tighter, her heels clicking unevenly against the cracked pavement as she wandered deeper into a deserted block. Neon lights flickered from a half-shuttered bar. The hum of the city felt distant, muted, as though she’d stepped into a pocket of darkness no one else could see.Her pulse quickened. Something felt wrong.A shadow moved. Then another.Her breath caught.Three men stepped from the alley, their faces half-hidden by hoods, their smiles sharp with malice.“Well, well,” one drawled, blocking her path. “Look what we’ve got here. A lost little lamb.”Aria’s heart slammed against her ribs. She backed away, only to collide with another man behind her. His hand brushed her arm, and she jerked free, panic flooding her veins.“Stay away,” she whispered, though her voice shook.The leader chuckled. “Oh, she’s scared. Don’t worry, sweetheart—we’ll take good care of you.”Her chest heaved. She wanted to scream, but the street was too quiet