All Chapters of Twisted Obsession: The Billionaires Virgin Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ARIAThe key turns the lock with a soft click that sounds too loud in the quiet hallway.I’m practically vibrating with excitement as I push open the door to Marcus’s apartment, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The promotion letter is still warm in my purse—Senior Director of Marketing at twenty-six. After years of caffeine-fueled nights, endless presentations, and fighting twice as hard to be taken seriously, I finally made it.And I can’t wait to celebrate with Marcus.He’ll be proud. I know he will. He’ll kiss me, spin me around, and whisper that he always knew I could do it.The apartment is dark when I step inside, the faint scent of cedar and cologne wrapping around me. A single sliver of light leaks from beneath the bedroom door. My smile deepens. He’s home.I slip off my heels, tiptoeing across the hardwood floor. The diamond on my finger catches a ghost of light. two carats of carefully selected princess-cut diamonds. We chose it together three months ago. Our we

ARIAHis voice is dark velvet. Smooth and rich and absolutely commanding.The blonde pauses, looking up in confusion. But Dante’s gaze never wavers from mine.“Leave us.” He orderedThe blonde protests. “But...”One look from those ice-blue eyes and she scrambles to her feet, straightening her dress and fleeing without another word.Dante stands in one fluid motion. He’s even taller than I thought. At least six-five. He towers over me as he closes the distance between us, and I suddenly understand why people describe him as dangerous.He adjusts himself with zero shame, buttons his pants, and stalks toward me like I’m something he’s decided to acquire.“You wanted to see me, Miss Sinclair?”My mouth has gone completely dry.“How do you know my name?”His lips curve into something that’s not quite a smile. “I know everything about you, Aria. Your promotion to Senior Director. Your engagement to Marcus Kane. Your twin sister, Vivienne.”The room tilts again. “How...”“And I know exactly

ARIADante’s hand moves up from my stomach, cupping my breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I gasp at the contact.“Sensitive,” he notes, doing it again. Watching my reaction with clinical interest. “Good.”He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth.The sensation shoots straight between my legs. I arch into him, tugging against the restraints without meaning to.“Dante...”“Shh.” He switches to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His teeth graze the sensitive peak, and I cry out. “I want to hear every sound. Don’t hold back.”His mouth trails lower. Kissing down my stomach, my hipbones, and the inside of my thighs. Everywhere except where I’m aching for him.“Please,” I hear myself whimper.“Please, what?”“Touch me.”“I am touching you.” He’s being deliberately obtuse, the bastard. His fingers trace patterns on my inner thigh, so close but not close enough.“You know what I mean.”“Say it, Aria. Tell me exactly what you want.”My face burns. I’ve ne

ARIAMarcus's ring sits discarded on the nightstand... cheap, tacky, and meaningless.And I realize that in less than twelve hours, I've gone from broken and destroyed to engaged to one of the most powerful men in New York.My phone buzzes in my purse across the room. It is probably Paige. Or worse, Vivienne, gloating about her victory.I should get up. Get dressed and start this new, surreal chapter of my life.But for just a moment, I let myself sit here in the quiet.Processing what I've done.What I've committed to.I trace the edge of Dante's grandmother's ring with my thumb. The metal is warm on my skin, the diamond impossibly perfect."Mine now," Dante had said last night when he was inside me, making me come apart.

DANTE  Liam’s face fills my computer screen, and he looks about as amused as I expected.“You got married,” he says flatly.“Engaged,” I correct. “The wedding is in three weeks.”“To Aria Sinclair. Marcus Kane’s fiancée. Who you just meet yesterday?“Last night, technically.” “And she is his former fiancée,” I correct. “She’s mine now.”“Jesus Christ, Dante.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Even for you, this is insane. What the fuck are you doing? The man works for you.”I lean back in my chair, completely calm. “I am going to marry her. You’ve been telling me