All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"I hate you," she gasped, lungs burning."I know." His free hand found the zipper of her dress, ripping it down with a savage tug that tore the fabric. "Hate me all you fucking want."The dress shredded under his hands, coming off in ragged pieces as she clawed at his shirt, nails ripping through the expensive material, scoring his skin beneath. She felt warm blood under her fingers, heard him groan—a mix of pain and something darker.He tore at her underwear, rough and impatient, fabric giving way with a snap. "Fuck you," she spat, voice venomous.His hand clamped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision spot. "Watch your fucking mouth, or I'll shut it for you."He kissed her again, brutal, silencing, his tongue forcing its way in as his other hand shoved between her legs. Found her slick, betraying her, and he smirked against her mouth. "Your body knows who owns it."She wanted to scream denial, to shove him off, but her hips arched against his hand despite hersel

He'd married Cassandra anyway. Had stood at that altar and made vows that meant nothing.While Aria stood in the crowd wearing the dress he paid for.And he'd almost convinced himself the wanting would fade.It didn't.Because Aria was everywhere after that. In the building. At the office. In spaces he couldn't avoid.Suddenly unavoidable. Suddenly close enough to touch.And the control he'd maintained for four years had cracked.He'd lasted three months into the marriage before he'd crossed the line.Three months before he'd claimed what he'd been craving since that first gala.And once he'd had her, once he'd tasted what he'd denied himself, there was no going back.For the rest of that year, while married to Cassandra, he'd been consumed by Aria.The forbidden intimacy. The secrecy. The sister-in-law he couldn't stop touching.Until the divorce.Damian set down the glass.His father had taught him control. Had taught him to recognize weakness and eliminate it.But Aria had become t

The lock clicked.Aria stood with her back against the guest room door, palm flat on the wood, breathing too fast. Her heart slammed against her ribs in erratic beats that made her dizzy.Her legs gave out.She slid down the door, ass hitting carpet, knees pulling up instinctively. The torn dress bunched around her thighs, straps hanging loose where he'd ripped them.The shaking started in her hands.Small tremors that spread fast—up her arms, into her shoulders, until her whole body convulsed with it. Violent shudders she couldn't control, teeth chattering, muscles seizing.Adrenaline crash.She stared at her hands. Blood under her nails. His blood. Dark and dried where she'd clawed his neck, his back, his arms.I hurt him.The thought twisted something sick in her stomach. Not regret. Just the raw awareness that she'd crossed a line. She'd met his violence with her own. Screamed words she couldn't take back.Kill me. Go ahead!A sound escaped her throat—half laugh, half sob. She pre

The week blurred together.Damian left at six every morning. Sometimes earlier. Aria would hear the shower running in the dark, hear him moving through the penthouse like a ghost, and then the elevator would chime and he'd be gone.He came back past ten most nights. Sometimes later. She'd hear the elevator arrive, the sound of his briefcase hitting the entry table, and then... nothing. He'd go straight to his study or his bedroom without a word.They existed in the same space but never at the same time.Her phone buzzed around noon every day.Damian: Did you eat?Aria: Yes.Always the same exchange. Always the same lie.The truth was she couldn't eat. Hadn't been able to since the second call with Alex two days after their first conversation.That call had been different. Practical. Cold logistics.You need to leave the building, he'd said. The Obsidian. You can't escape from inside. Security is too tight.She'd stared at the guest room wall, phone pressed to her ear.It's impossible,

Morning came with gray light filtering through the penthouse windows.Aria sat at the kitchen counter, hands wrapped around a coffee mug that had gone lukewarm. A plate with two pieces of toast sat in front of her, untouched.She'd been sitting there for twenty minutes. Just staring at the food.Her body felt heavy. Drained. The pill from last night sat like a stone in her stomach, and the thought of eating made her nauseous.But she knew she had to.Footsteps.She didn't look up. Just kept staring at the toast.Damian walked into the kitchen, already dressed for the day. Charcoal suit. Black tie. Hair perfectly styled. Every inch the CEO.He moved to the coffee maker, poured himself a cup. Took a slow sip.Then sat down across from her.The silence stretched between them. Thick. Heavy.Aria picked up a piece of toast. Brought it to her mouth. Took the smallest bite possible.Chewed.It tasted like cardboard.She swallowed with effort and set it back down.Damian watched her. She coul