All Chapters of Her Stepbrother’s Desire, Her husband’s Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Before she could read one headline, others popped up, all tying her with Devan, all naming her the scandalous heiress.Had Hartie set her up again? And how fast would they be moving to have uploaded the news to media outlets in such a short time? “Mommy, I want milk pudding today,” Asher’s voice snapped her out of it. She subconsciously hid her phone, for no reason other than the fact that she didn’t want Aston to see it…yet. “Yeah, yeah okay,” she said absentmindedly, smoothing down his hair with her hands. The car pulled into their driveway, and her phone chimed. She shakily glanced at it, and saw she had been tagged on insta. No one knew her real account except Linda, so she sighed and patted her chest. She went to the app. She had initially been worried because she thought Devan would have tagged her or something.When she saw what it was, she almost dropped her phone.It was Liam.He had taken a blurry selfie and uploaded it, like he usually did to rile up his followers, like

Aria tried sneaking back into the house, her binder gone, her makeup wiped, and everything she had used to hide her gender was safely kept in her handbag.She was unsuccessful with the sneaking aspect. The moment she stepped into the living room, Aston was there, sitting like a king, a large tablet in his hands and a stylus moving rapidly against the screen.Damn it.She took a deep breath. She could pretend. She was normal, she just went out for a walk, to meet friends.She walked beside him. He didn’t even look up. Huh, she wasn’t used to him being in the house, maybe he didn’t like being distracted.It was all better for her after all, she could just walk by and continue living like normal tomorrow morning.She had almost gotten to the doors when his voice sounded. “Welcome, lady Beaumont.”She swallowed. “Good evening,” and zipped her mouth immediately, clearing her throat. She had accidentally forgot to switch out of her male voice. Hopefully he thought nothing of it, and just si

Aria’s eyes widened but no thoughts could form beyond how much heat was radiating from Aston’s body.She held on to his lapel, but not to pull him closer, because there was already no space between them. “As—mm,” she couldn’t get a word out.His hands snaked around her, one at her waist and the other at her neck. He was nipping and nibbling and Aria could feel heat all over her body, her core burning like she’s been set on fire. She could barely breathe, and Aston noticed. She expected him to pull back completely but he just withdrew the slightest bit, a small breath of air was enough to send them kissing again if Aria wasn’t careful.Her heart was pounding frantically in her ribs, her pulse, and her ears. The unsteady rough thumping sound surrounded her entire environment. Was she smoking? She felt like she was smoking?“Aria,” he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, his voice husky. “You…you need to…”Aria didn’t hear what she needed to do because in the next second he once

“Drown you? I was saving you!” Her brows furrowed automatically as she combated him, her entire body still fully aware of their closeness, still fully aware of how they had been tightly pressed against each other not even a minute ago.“I thought we were partners, so you wanted me dead? First with fire, now with water?,” he asked. Aria opened her mouth, ready to defend herself when she heard the note of amusement in his tone.Oh.“Maybe if you had stayed dead with the fire I wouldn’t need to simulate flooding you,” she fired back, folding her arms. Aston’s lips quirked up and he ran a hand through his matted hair, his movements jerky and unnatural. He leaned down and before Aria could blink, she was in a hug.Aston was hugging her? His face had buried into her neck again and she could feel his faint tremors. The water had been impossibly cold.“Thank you for saving me, my lady”, he said against her neck, the heat from his breath still enough to warm her. “You’re welcome. For a reaso

The cold water was supposed to have reset his brain. He had exorcised the feeling out of his body with his own hands. But seeing the curve of her bare thighs and the way the light caught the damp ends of her hair made his throat go bone-dry.He'd spent years training his body to endure torture, but apparently, he'd never trained it for Aria Griffin in loungewear."You should be in something warmer," he said, his voice a gruff raspy thing that had him awkwardly clearing his throat right after.Aria nearly jumped out of her skin. She spun around, a wooden spoon held like a weapon. "God, Aston! Do you have to teleport everywhere?""You just came out of freezing water," he said, stepping into the kitchen and heading for the liquor cabinet with a stiff, detached gait. He didn't look at her. If he looked at her legs again, he was going to lose his mind. He felt like he was walking with the same arm and leg forward. He felt exposed. "If you catch pneumonia and die, I have to explain to Arth