All Chapters of Twisted Obsession: The Billionaires Virgin Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DANTEAria doesn't come to my office before leaving.I track her location only to find out that she left the building at 5:30, went straight home. When I try calling, it goes to voicemail.By the time I get home at 7, she's already fed Elena, put her to bed, and is in our bedroom with the door closed.I knock. "Aria?""Come in."She's at her vanity, removing her makeup with more force than necessary. Still in her suit, her hair still perfectly styled, but her expression is stormy."How was your first day?" I ask carefully."How was yours?" She doesn't look at me."Productive. But I'm more interested in yours.""It was great. Fantastic. Exactly what I hoped for." Her voice is acid. "I got a cubicle, a demotion, and the pleasure of watching someone else do my job.""I know. I found out this afternoon...""You found out?" She spins to face me. "You signed the memo approving Jessica's promotion.""I didn't. My former assistant forged my signature and...""How convenient."I stop. "You thin

ARIAHazel screams the entire way home.Not the hungry-screaming or the tired-screaming. But angry-screaming, because apparently eight-month-olds can sense when their mother is stressed and decide to amplify it."She's been fussy all day," the nanny, Maria, reports apologetically when I walk through the door. "Wouldn't take her afternoon nap, barely ate, just crying all through."I take Hazel from her, and the baby immediately calms, nestling into my shoulder with a small whimper."She missed you," Maria says gently. "First full day back at work is hard on both of you."After Maria leaves, I sink onto the couch with Hazel, who's now content just being held. Her little fist grips my blouse, and I feel the familiar guilt crushing my chest.I missed her nap time. Missed her afternoon feeding. Spent the entire day focused on work while she cried for me."I'm sorry, baby," I whisper, kissing her dark hair. "Mommy's trying to figure this out.""She's fine," Dante's voice comes from the door

ARIAI wake up to the feeling of Dante’s warm body curled around mine, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his cock half-hard and nestled against my ass like it belongs there. For the first time in weeks, my mind is quiet. There is no racing thoughts or spiral of guilt. Just the delicious ache between my thighs and the steady rhythm of his breathing against my neck.He fucked me exactly like he promised ... hard, filthy, and thorough. I can still feel the phantom stretch of him, the way he flooded me so deep I’m still a little sticky.Dante stirs, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder. “Morning, baby.”His voice is rough with sleep and sex. It sends a fresh wave of heat through me.“Morning,” I whisper, pressing my ass back against him teasingly.He groans,- his hand sliding up to cup my breast, while his thumb brushes over my sensitive nipple. “Don’t start something you don’t have time to finish. You’ve got a pitch to destroy in a few hours.”I turn in his arms, fa

ARIAMorning light filters softly into the bedroom, casting a warm glow across our tangled bodies. My pussy feels swollen, tender, and still full of Dante’s dried cum from last night. Every small movement sends a deep, aching throb through my core. I stretch slowly, a husky moan slipping from my lips as my sore muscles protest.Dante’s large hand slides possessively over my hip, pulling me back against his rock-hard cock. He presses the thick, heated length between my ass cheeks and kisses the sensitive spot on the back of my neck, his breath hot and ragged.“Still sensitive from how hard I fucked you last night, baby?” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous.“Yes… very,” I whisper, but I arch my back and push my ass against him anyway, craving more.He growls softly and flips me onto my back with ease. Without a word, he spreads my thighs wide apart, exposing my puffy, glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. He lowers his head and attacks me with raw hunger.His warm, wet tongue drags slow

ARIATwo days have passed since that intense morning. The Morrison pitch success still buzzes through the office, but tonight, the moment I walk through the front door, the energy between Dante and me feels different ... it is heavier, and more charged. Hazel is already asleep. Maria leaves with a knowing smile. The house is silent except for the sound of my heels clicking on the floor.Dante awaits for me in the bedroom, shirtless, wearing only black sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His eyes darken the second he sees me in my tight work dress.“Come here,” he says, his voice low and commanding.I walk up to him and he pulls me into a deep, possessive kiss, his hands roaming over my curves before he slowly unzips my dress, letting it pool at my feet. I stand before him in just my black lace bra and panties.“Tonight,” he murmurs against my lips, “I’m going to take my time until you’re shaking and dripping for me.”He guides me onto the bed and removes my bra and panties with deli