All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

His mouth moved lower, hot and demanding, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone before descending to the soft swell of her breasts.He worshipped her there with slow, deliberate reverence—sucking one hardened nipple deep into his mouth while his thumb circled the other, rolling it between his fingers until she was arching off the bed with a broken whimper. "Damian... oh god," she moaned, her voice already breathless and trembling. He growled low against her skin, the vibration sending sparks straight to her core. "These are mine too," he rasped, switching to the other breast, lavishing it with the same hungry attention, his tongue flicking and teasing until her fingers twisted desperately in his dark hair.He continued his slow descent, kissing every inch of her ribs, her stomach, the sensitive dip of her navel, murmuring against her flushed skin, "So fucking perfect... every part of you, Aria. I could spend hours just tasting you." His hands slid down her thighs, spreading the

Damian locked his phone and slid it into his inside jacket pocket. He turned his complete attention to her, his dark eyes immediately scanning her face, assessing her in the sharp, observant way he always did. He stepped forward, wrapping one hand around her waist and pulling her against his chest to press a firm, lingering kiss to her mouth."Eat," he commanded quietly, nodding toward the plate on the counter. "You did not have dinner last night."Aria looked at the eggs. The mere sight of the texture made her throat completely tighten. She took a step back, casually wrapping her arms around her own waist."I am actually not that hungry yet," she said, offering him a bright, dismissive smile. "I think I will just have some toast later."Damian narrowed his eyes. The sharp CEO instantly locked onto the slight pale tint of her skin and the faint shadows under her eyes. He reached out, pressing the back of his large hand against her forehead.

The bedroom was perfectly still, anchored by the deep, rhythmic sound of her breathing.Damian lay motionless in the center of the massive mattress, the muted, slate-grey light of early morning filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their new penthouse. Aria was tucked securely against his side, her head resting flat over his heart, one of her bare legs tangled intimately with his. Her dark hair was a mess of silk spilled across his chest. He looked down at her relaxed, sleeping face, feeling a strange, heavy tightness grip his ribs.A slow, incredibly rare smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.He lifted his free hand, carefully tracing the line of her jaw before letting his fingers rest over her left hand. The heavy platinum and diamond ring caught the faint morning light. He stared at the stone for a long time. He had done it. After all the anger, the brutal misunderstandings, and the suffocating isolation he had initially forced upon her,

Meanwhile away in the luxury penthouse, Aria woke to an empty, remarkably cold bed.She sat up, pulling the comforter up to her collarbone, and blinked sleepily at the empty space beside her. There was a crisp piece of stationary resting on Damian's pillow. She reached out, her fingers brushing the heavy paper.A security emergency required me at the office early. I will be home by five. Rest. - D.Aria let out a soft, disappointed pout, her shoulders dropping. She looked at the calendar on her phone. It was officially his birthday. She knew he didn't care about the date, knew he entirely dismissed the concept of celebrating himself, but she had been so determined to change that today. She wanted to force him to celebrate, to give him a reason to associate this day with overwhelming joy."Well," she murmured to the empty room, pushing herself out of bed. "That just gives me more time to get everything perfect."Despite the sligh

He crossed the room in three long, predatory strides, grabbing the heavy glass coffee table by the edge and flipping it over with a violent heave. It crashed upside down, shattering the decorative candles and gouging the hardwood floor. He tore the remaining flowers from the mantel, sweeping his arm across the surfaces and sending hundreds of dollars of delicate glass crashing into the wreckage.He stalked into the kitchen. The perfect, elegant dark chocolate cake mocked him under the pendant lights. The velvet gift box sat silently beside it. Damian swept his bleeding arm violently across the marble island.The cake flew through the air, smashing spectacularly against the stainless steel refrigerator, dark frosting sliding down the metal like sludge. The velvet box was sent flying blindly into the dark corner of the dining room, disappearing under a fallen chair, unopened and completely forgotten.He tore through the living space, destroying the domestic