Semua Bab His Contract Mistress: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Aria sat in the back of Ethan’s sleek black car, the city lights blurring past. His hand rested firmly on her thigh, a silent brand of ownership. He hadn’t spoken since they left the charity gala, where Damon’s sudden appearance had turned the night into a silent battlefield of glares and unspoken threats.The air in the car was suffocating.Finally, Aria broke the silence. “You can’t keep doing this, Ethan.”His head turned, eyes sharp. “Doing what?”“Controlling me. Treating me like a possession to guard from Damon—as if I can’t make my own choices.”His grip on her thigh tightened, sending a shiver through her. “You are my choice. That’s all that matters.”Her chest ached. “But what about me?”Ethan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. “Every man at that gala wanted you. And Damon… he wanted you most of all. But only I can touch you. Only I can make you tremble the way you do right now.”Her breath hitched, traitorous heat pooling low i

The bedroom door slammed behind them, Ethan’s presence filling the room like a storm. His eyes burned with a fire Aria had never seen before—rage, fear, and something far more dangerous: desperation.“Don’t you ever talk about leaving me again,” he growled, advancing on her.Aria’s back hit the wall, her breath hitching. “You can’t control me like this, Ethan. I’m not a—”Her protest was cut off as his mouth crashed against hers, the kiss hard and punishing, a raw outlet for the fury he couldn’t express in words. His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head, his body pressing her into the wall.Aria moaned despite herself, the heat between them igniting instantly. She hated how easily her body betrayed her, how his touch unraveled every wall she tried to build.“Say it,” he demanded against her lips, his voice rough. “Say you’re mine.”Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You don’t need to keep proving it—”“Say it, Aria.” His teeth grazed her jaw, then her throat, biting do

Aria’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since Damon slipped out of the penthouse like a shadow.She could still feel the phantom of his lips against her jaw, soft but devastating, a dangerous promise disguised as a whisper. She had tried to compose herself before Ethan came closer, but she knew the man was too sharp, too predatory, to miss the trembling in her hands or the uneven rhythm of her breathing.Ethan didn’t question her—not yet. He didn’t shout or demand answers. He simply studied her with that unnerving silence of his, the kind that made her skin prickle as though she had already been caught.“Aria,” he finally murmured, his voice low, smooth, but laced with suspicion. “Who was here?”Her stomach dropped. She swallowed, forcing herself to meet his piercing gaze. “No one.”He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into something dangerously close to a smile. But there was no warmth in it. “You’re lying.”Before she could protest, his phone buzzed. Ethan answered with clipped

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, yet Aria felt anything but peaceful.Her body still ached from Ethan’s brutal possession, every mark on her skin a reminder of how fiercely he had claimed her the night before. Her lips were swollen, her thighs sore, her voice raw from moans she hadn’t been able to silence.But what lingered most wasn’t the heat. It was his words.I can’t lose you.He had said them like a confession torn from a place he didn’t want her to see. And for the first time, Aria had felt the terrifying weight of his obsession—not just lust, not just control, but fear.Fear of losing her.And yet… Damon’s whisper lingered just as powerfully.You crave freedom. He’ll never give you that.Ethan had left early for a meeting, kissing her roughly before ordering her to “stay here, and don’t open the door to anyone.” His protectiveness should have comforted her. Instead, it felt like another chain.She slipped into the silk robe draped across the chai

The penthouse glittered in the city’s midnight glow, its windows overlooking Manhattan like a silent, watchful guardian. Inside, Aria stood barefoot on the marble floor, clutching the edge of Ethan’s shirt as though it anchored her to sanity.Her lips were swollen, her body still trembling from the storm he had unleashed moments ago in the bedroom. His touch had burned into her skin like a brand, leaving no part of her untouched, no thought in her head unclaimed.Yet, her heart warred with her mind.“Ethan…” Her voice broke as she lifted her eyes to him. “This… us… it’s not in the contract.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. His shirt hung open, revealing a chest that rose and fell unevenly with restrained emotion. He stepped closer, caging her against the glass wall.“The contract is nothing compared to what I feel when I touch you.” His tone was low, dangerous, as though admitting weakness cost him something. “Do you think I can keep pretending this is just business?”Aria swallowed hard, figh