His Contract Mistress의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

The villa was a tomb of silence, except for the ragged sound of three people breathing.Ethan’s grip on Aria’s wrist was bruising, unyielding. His body radiated fury, his gun still slick from the blood of the man he’d just shot.Nathaniel stood several feet away, his arm trembling as he aimed his weapon at his brother. Blood streamed from a cut above his eye, but his gaze was steady, sharp, unflinching.“Let her go,” Nathaniel commanded.Ethan’s lips curled into a dark smile. “You’re still giving orders? After crawling back from the floor I left you on?”“This isn’t about me,” Nathaniel growled. “It’s about her. Look at her, Ethan. You’re crushing the very thing you claim to love.”Aria’s pulse raced, every nerve stretched thin. She looked down at Ethan’s hand wrapped around her wrist—like a manacle—and then at Nathaniel’s finger curled over the trigger.Her fate balanced on a single twitch.“Aria,” Nathaniel said, his voice softer now. His eyes, even bloodshot, held hers. “Tell him y

The night wrapped itself around the city like a velvet curtain, but Aria felt no comfort in its embrace. Every shadow seemed alive, whispering secrets she wasn’t ready to hear. She stood by the tall windows of Ethan’s penthouse, the glass cool against her fingertips, her heart restless even as the city lights glittered below.Behind her, she felt him—his presence filling the room long before his words did. Ethan was leaning against the edge of the leather sofa, his jacket discarded, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his gaze on her back as though he could burn through her dress and into her skin.“You’re distracted again,” he said, his voice low and cutting through the silence.Aria turned, her expression carefully neutral. “I’m allowed to think, Ethan. Or is that not written into the contract you forced me into?”The edge in her tone made his jaw tighten, but his eyes darkened with something far more dangerous than anger. Desire. Possession. That endless hunger that both thrilled and terr

The penthouse was suffocating with silence. Aria sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clenched in her lap, while Ethan paced the room like a caged lion. Nathaniel lounged by the bar, pouring himself a drink as though he owned the place, his smirk taunting every step Ethan took.“How the hell did you get in here?” Ethan snapped, his voice low but lethal.Nathaniel swirled the whiskey glass lazily. “Connections. You of all people should know that locks, guards, and contracts don’t stop a man determined enough.” His eyes flicked to Aria, gleaming. “Especially when the prize is this irresistible.”Ethan’s growl was primal. He grabbed Nathaniel by the collar, slamming him against the bar. Aria gasped, rushing to her feet. “Stop! Both of you!”Nathaniel didn’t flinch, didn’t break his stare. “Go ahead, Blackwood. Hit me. Show her just how civilized you really are.”Aria’s hand pressed to Ethan’s chest, trying to pull him back. She could feel the raw power thrumming through him, the fury

The storm outside had passed, but inside Ethan’s penthouse, the tension was thick enough to choke on. The only sounds were the faint ticking of the clock on the wall and the uneven rhythm of Aria’s breath.She stood between the two men, her body trembling from the weight of their presence. Ethan was behind her, his hands gripping her waist as if she might vanish if he let go. Nathaniel stood in front of her, too close, his gaze burning into her soul with every second that passed.Her heart hammered painfully. She knew this was madness. Dangerous, reckless, impossible. And yet her body betrayed her every time Nathaniel’s eyes lingered on her lips, every time Ethan’s touch branded her skin.“Enough games,” Ethan growled, his chest pressed against her back. His voice was low, sharp, vibrating through her bones. “You’re mine, Aria. Say it.”His demand wrapped around her like chains, heavy and suffocating. But before she could respond, Nathaniel leaned closer, his lips brushing the air nea

Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but the room felt heavy with shadows.Aria stirred against tangled sheets, her body aching, her lips still swollen from too many kisses, her skin marked by both their mouths. For a moment, she almost forgot—forgot the madness, the surrender, the way she had given herself to them both.Then she opened her eyes.Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, his bare back taut with tension, every muscle rigid. His head was bowed, fists clenched, as if holding something back.Nathaniel leaned lazily against the headboard, already awake, his expression a sharp contrast. His lips curled in that infuriating smirk, his crimson eyes glinting with dark amusement as he traced circles along Aria’s thigh with casual possession.The silence was unbearable.Aria swallowed, her voice hoarse. “Last night…”“Don’t.” Ethan’s voice was low, dangerous. He didn’t turn, didn’t look at her, but the air around him vibrated with fury.Nathaniel chuckled softly.