All Chapters of DOOM AT THEIR DOORS: TALES OF ILLICIT LONGINGS : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Oh, I'm literally shaking in my custom designer heels right now, please don't hurt me," I mocked, my voice dripping with so much sarcasm it could have corroded copper pipes.Aaron didn't even flinch. He just tightened his grip on my waist like a vice grip engineered by NASA, keeping that terrifyingly perfect, photogenic smile plastered across his face for the benefit of those high-society vultures staring at us.Before I could roll my eyes out of my head, a solemn-faced priest shuffled up the steps of the altar, clearing his throat awkwardly as he stood between us.A second wedding? What in the actual, multi-million-dollar scam was this? The Adams family must have been running some kind of tax-evasion marriage cult on the side.As the holy man opened his book to begin the sacred rites for a marriage that was about as holy as a Las Vegas drive-thru chapel, my eyes darted frantically across the sea of tailored suits and glittering diamonds. I scanned the crowd for a familiar face, hal

Aaron’s voice cut through the air like a blade.“Look at you. Already dripping because of a needle. Not because of me. Not yet. Say it again.”My wrists burned where the ropes had bitten. My body was on fire, heart slamming, skin hypersensitive, every nerve screaming. The amphetamine had me panting, thighs slick, mind fracturing between rage and the forced need clawing up from between my legs.“Please… fuck me, Adams.”“Louder. Like you mean it. Like you’re not still thinking about that little shit Wade.”“Please fuck me, Adams!” My voice cracked. “I hate you—” I said the latter with a little malicious voice from my mind. “Hate me while you take it.” He dragged me off the bed by my hair, spun me, and shoved my face-down over the edge of the mattress. “Ass up. Now.”I scrambled into position because my body wouldn’t let me do anything else. Cool air hit my soaked cunt. Aaron’s hands clamped my hips hard enough to bruise.“This is what you married into,” he snarled, slamming into me

Aaron let his briefs drop to the tiled floor with an insolent finality, his thick cock springing free with terrifying, unbothered confidence,the very last piece of clothing he had on. Without an ounce of modesty, he scooped me off the edge of the sink as if I weighed nothing at all and gently, mockingly lowered me into the sunken jacuzzi tub.The water was steaming, carrying an intoxicatingly rich, expensive scent of sandalwood and deep vanilla that instantly made my overworked, battered nervous system sigh in desperate relief.Wait. Was I seriously getting the royal princess treatment after he had basically treated me like a human pinata last night?My gaze kept sliding to his huge cock no matter how hard I tried to control it. Although I didn't let him catch me.Aaron stepped into the tub beside me, the water sloshing heavily against the marble sides. He bent over, cupping warm water in his large, calloused hands, gently pouring it over my bare, aching shoulders to test the temper

The moment the last trembling reporter was physically shoved past the security gates by Aaron’s goons, the CEO didn't even bother looking at me."Head back up to your room," Aaron ordered, his voice still vibrating with residual, volcanic fury as he stared down the empty driveway. "I need a word with my mother."Without waiting for a nod, an acknowledgment, or even checking to see if I was actually moving my battered limbs in the right direction, Aaron spun on his heel and stormed back into the manor.Left standing alone on the cold marble steps, my brain suddenly short-circuited as a terrifying, life-altering realization hit me square in the chest like a freight train.Oh, sweet mother of God.Aaron hadn't used a condom last night. It had been raw, wild, chemically-induced sex.Panic exploded through my veins with the force of a nuclear blast. The thought of carrying Aaron Adams's spawn,a mini dictator with his icy glares and weird ass control issues made my stomach violently heave.

"Are you critically ill upstairs?!" I shrieked, snapping the heavy leather-bound folder shut and hurling it across the bedroom like a Frisbee. It bounced harmlessly off Aaron’s immaculately tailored chest as he poked his head back through the doorway, looking entirely too pleased with himself."Careful, wifey. That imported Italian calfskin binder costs more than your entire wardrobe combined," Aaron drawled, stepping back into the room and casually picking the folder off the plush carpet. "And to answer your shrill little question: no, I am legally a billionaire protecting my assets. There is a distinct, highly sophisticated difference between insanity and a well-vetted corporate legal team.""An asset?!" I gasped, pressing both palms against my temples as if I could physically keep my remaining sanity from leaking out of my ears. "I am a human being, Aaron! Not a vintage sports car, not a commercial real estate portfolio, and certainly not a malfunctioning smart-appliance that you c