All Chapters of BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Orion’s POVI didn’t follow Anya back to the suite.I couldn’t.If I had, I knew I would say something I shouldn’t. Or worse—I would look at her the way I had been looking all evening, like I was forgetting every boundary that existed between us. So instead, I turned away and walked in the opposite direction, my steps sharp and restless, my mind louder than the hotel around me.I headed straight for the bar.I needed space.I needed air.I needed a moment where Anya wasn’t right there beside me, close enough to touch, close enough to undo me.Being near her again was wrecking my focus. Every careful wall I had built over the years was cracking, and I hated how easy it was for her to affect me without even trying.The bar was dim and quiet, tucked away from the noise of the hotel lobby. Soft music hummed in the background, slow and heavy, like it understood my mood. I took a seat at the counter and leaned forward, resting my forearms against the cool surface.“Whiskey,” I said, my voic

Anya’s POVThe elevator finally dinged, and the doors slid open. I stepped out first, my heels clicking softly against the carpeted floor, but I could feel Orion right behind me. The air felt thick, almost heavy, like the hallway itself had been holding its breath after everything that had happened. Neither of us said a word. Not because we didn’t want to, but because there was too much unsaid, too much that didn’t have words yet.When we reached the suite, I paused at the door. My hands trembled slightly as I fumbled with the keycard. “Thank you,” I said again, my voice softer this time, almost a whisper. He nodded once, his expression unreadable, like he thought saving me was the most natural thing in the world. My chest tightened. I wanted to say more, to explain how scared I’d been, how helpless I felt, but the words stuck in my throat.I stepped inside and immediately headed toward my room, my mind still buzzing. My hands shook a little as I closed the door behind me. The quiet o

Anya's POVThe moment his lips touched mine, everything else just... disappeared. It felt so good—better than good, actually. It felt right in a way that terrified me and comforted me all at the same time. His lips pressed against mine, warm and soft and achingly familiar, like coming home after being lost for years. The gentle pressure sent a shiver racing down my spine, and my chest ached with something I couldn't even name—longing, maybe, or relief, or just the overwhelming feeling of finally having something I'd been missing without even realizing it.But he pulled away almost immediately, so quickly that I barely had time to process what was happening. My eyes fluttered open in confusion, my lips still tingling from that brief contact. For a split second, I thought maybe he regretted it, maybe he was going to apologize and leave. But then I saw the look in his eyes—dark and intense and filled with something wild—and I knew he wasn't done.He crashed his lips onto mine again, hard

Anya’s POV I couldn't talk to him. Not right now. Not when the guilt was still sitting heavy in my chest, not when I could still feel Orion's kiss on my lips. Kennedy would hear it in my voice somehow—he always seemed to know when something was wrong, when I was hiding something. And I couldn't risk that. I couldn't risk him suspecting anything. So I silenced my phone and shoved it deeper into my purse and tried not to think about what would be waiting for me when I finally did have to face him. Soon it was time to go back to New York. The business trip was over. All the meetings were done, all the presentations given, all the contracts signed or discussed or tabled for later. There was nothing left keeping us in this city, nothing left to do but pack up and head home. Orion's private jet took us back, the flight smooth and quiet. We sat on opposite ends of the cabin, him working on his laptop while I stared out the window at the clouds passing below. Neither of us spoke

Aria's POVI lay there on the floor, curled up and trembling, barely conscious. Every breath I tried to take sent stabbing pains through my chest. Blood was dripping from my nose, from my mouth, pooling on the carpet beneath my face. My whole body felt like it was on fire, like every nerve ending was exposed and screaming.Through my swollen, half-closed eyes, I saw Kennedy standing over me, breathing hard, his fists still clenched. He looked down at me with disgust, like I was something dirty he'd found on the bottom of his shoe."I need a drink," he muttered, his voice cold and detached.And then he just walked out of the bedroom, leaving me there bleeding and broken on the floor.For a moment, I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I could only lie there, shaking and crying and trying to remember how to breathe around the pain in my ribs. But then some tiny, desperate part of my brain that was still functioning realized something.This was my only chance to get help.He was gone. He'd