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Jason’s POVHow dare that little piece of shit.I gripped my whiskey glass so hard I was surprised it didn’t shatter.Kyle was making a show out of being with Aria. My wife. My fucking wife.I watched them cross the ballroom. Kyle’s hand was possessive on her waist. Aria leaned into him like he was the only thing keeping her upright.She looked stunning. That burgundy dress. Her natural curls. The confidence she radiated despite the slight tremor in her steps.She’d never looked like that with me.Never worn colors that bold. Never left her hair natural. Never carried herself with that kind of power.It hurt me that it was Kyle that had rebuilt her into this.This goddess walked through the room like she owned it.My jaw clenched.I watched Kyle whisper something in her ear. I watched her stumble. Catch herself on a table.Something was wrong.She was too unsteady. And flushed and I know that look because I have seen it more than a million times before. She was beyond aroused.Kyle ca

Aria’s POVThe applause had finally died down. The ceremony dragged on around us… with more awards, and more speeches, more polite clapping from people who had no idea what had just happened on that stage. I sat slumped in my chair at table seven, the crystal award was heavy and cool in my lap, my body still humming like a live wire. The remote device was off now, but my pussy throbbed in time with my heartbeat, slick and swollen and ruined. My thighs were sticky under the burgundy dress. Every shift in my seat made me bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. Kyle’s hand stayed on my thigh, it was obvious he was claiming me with every part of his being. His thumb traced slow circles that felt like torture. He hadn’t said a word since we sat down. Just watched me with those beautiful eyes that had gone almost black with hunger.I could feel the stares from nearby tables. The standing ovation had been for the award…for us…but I knew some of them were still replaying that

Kyle’s POVShe fell asleep with my cock still twitching inside her.I stayed there for a long minute, propped on my elbows, watching her face in the moonlight that spilled through the windows. Her lashes fluttered once, twice, before she finally settled and went into a deep sleep. Her full lips parted on a soft, exhausted sigh. The wild curls I’d fisted and pulled were now a tangled mess across the pillow, damp with sweat at the temples.Fuck, she was beautiful like this.Completely undone and marked by me. Her lips were already swollen from my kisses, throat faintly red from my grip, hips and ass already blooming with the faint bruises my fingers had left. My cum was slowly leaking out around my softening cock, mixing with her own wetness on the sheets. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my groin.I know I should probably let her rest. She had cum a lot of times and fucked her brutally. But I couldn’t stop looking at her.Every slow rise and fall of her chest m

Aria’s POVI was still in Kyle’s shirt when the doorbell rang.My body ached in the best way. Every muscle remembered last night. The award ceremony. The stage. Everything after.I padded to the door, checked the peephole.Patricia stood there holding a large crystal award and a bouquet of flowers.I blinked. Opened the door. “Patricia?”“Aria!” She pulled me into a hug immediately. The award pressed between us awkwardly. “Congratulations! You had to rush off last night. You left this behind.”I hugged her back, genuinely happy to see her. Patricia had always been kind to me. “Thank you. Come in, please.” I stepped aside.She walked in, looking around the penthouse with wide eyes. “Wow. This place is gorgeous. Much better than…” She stopped. Cleared her throat. “Sorry. I shouldn’t mention him.”“It’s fine.” I took the award from her hands. It was heavy. Beautiful. “You didn’t have to bring this all the way here.”“Of course I did. This is huge, Aria. Gallery Director of the Year.”

Violet’s POVThe bar was dark and too loud. Music pounding. Bodies pressed together. Exactly the kind of place where I could disappear for a few hours.I downed my third martini. Waved the bartender over for another.“Violet, maybe slow down,” Linda said from beside me. She’d been my friend since college. One of the few who’d stuck around after I married Jason.“I’m fine.”“You’re not fine. You’ve been drinking like you’re trying to erase something.”I laughed bitterly. “Maybe I am.”“What happened?”What happened? Where did I even start?I got everything I wanted. I am with Jason Hartley. Soon to become Mrs. Jason Hartley. The position I’d dreamed about since I was twenty-three years old watching him at charity galas with Isabelle.Beautiful, perfect Isabelle who everyone loved.My sister.“Violet.” Linda’s hand on my arm. “Talk to me.”“I’m angry,” I said. “I’m so fucking angry I could scream.”“About what?”“About her.” I spat the word. “Aria. Always Aria. Perfect, innocent, victim