MADDEST OBSESSION - Chapter 41: Chapter 41
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Dominic didn’t like surprises.
Especially not ones that involved Aria laughing at another man’s joke.
They were at a private gathering—one of those curated, high-society affairs Dominic usually dominated with his silence and presence. But tonight, it was Aria who held the room.
She wore black silk. Bare shoulders. A slit high enough to hint, low enough to challenge.
Dominic hadn’t picked the dress.
That was the first strike.
The second? She wore it like armor.
She stood across the room now, speaking with a man Dominic barely tolerated—Julien Saint, a French-born billionaire with a reputation for sleeping with the wives of his enemies just to prove a point.
Julien leaned in, whispering something into Aria’s ear. She smiled.
A slow, deliberate smile.
Dominic’s grip on his glass tightened.
Aria didn’t flinch when she caught his stare. She looked right back at him… and kept talking.
That was strike three.
When he finally walked over, she was mid-laugh.
Julien turned to him with a charming grin. “Dominic,” he drawled. “You didn’t tell me your wife was so—”
His eyes dropped to her neckline, “—captivating.”
“She’s more than captivating,” Dominic said coldly. “She’s claimed.”
Julien raised a brow, clearly enjoying the tension. “Is that so?”
Dominic slid his hand around Aria’s waist. Tight. Controlling. “Try to touch her again, and we’ll see how far a claim can go.”
Julien chuckled, raised his hands, and excused himself.
They didn’t speak in the car on the way home.
But the silence was not peace.
It was loaded.
When they stepped into the penthouse, Dominic shut the door behind her and said in a voice quieter than rage, “You enjoyed that.”
Aria turned slowly, removing her earrings. “Enjoyed what?”
“You smiled at him.”
“I smile at a lot of people.”
“You let him whisper in your ear.”
She placed her earrings on the marble counter. “And I let you break me across your bed every night. What exactly are we measuring?”
Dominic was in front of her in seconds.
“I should remind you who you belong to.”
“You remind me every time you’re inside me,” she replied, gaze calm. “But it’s not working like it used to, is it?”
He froze.
Aria stepped closer, placed her hand gently on his chest.
“You thought you could own me so completely that I’d forget who I was. But I’m starting to remember.”
“Aria—”
She rose on her toes, whispering against his lips.
“Fear doesn’t bind me anymore, Dominic.”
And with that, she kissed him.
Softly. Slowly. Sensually.
Then pulled away before he could deepen it.
“I’m going to bed,” she said, turning her back.
Dominic stood in silence, pulse roaring like a war drum in his ears.
That kiss
wasn’t surrender.
It was power.
And for the first time… he felt like the one being controlled.
Especially not ones that involved Aria laughing at another man’s joke.
They were at a private gathering—one of those curated, high-society affairs Dominic usually dominated with his silence and presence. But tonight, it was Aria who held the room.
She wore black silk. Bare shoulders. A slit high enough to hint, low enough to challenge.
Dominic hadn’t picked the dress.
That was the first strike.
The second? She wore it like armor.
She stood across the room now, speaking with a man Dominic barely tolerated—Julien Saint, a French-born billionaire with a reputation for sleeping with the wives of his enemies just to prove a point.
Julien leaned in, whispering something into Aria’s ear. She smiled.
A slow, deliberate smile.
Dominic’s grip on his glass tightened.
Aria didn’t flinch when she caught his stare. She looked right back at him… and kept talking.
That was strike three.
When he finally walked over, she was mid-laugh.
Julien turned to him with a charming grin. “Dominic,” he drawled. “You didn’t tell me your wife was so—”
His eyes dropped to her neckline, “—captivating.”
“She’s more than captivating,” Dominic said coldly. “She’s claimed.”
Julien raised a brow, clearly enjoying the tension. “Is that so?”
Dominic slid his hand around Aria’s waist. Tight. Controlling. “Try to touch her again, and we’ll see how far a claim can go.”
Julien chuckled, raised his hands, and excused himself.
They didn’t speak in the car on the way home.
But the silence was not peace.
It was loaded.
When they stepped into the penthouse, Dominic shut the door behind her and said in a voice quieter than rage, “You enjoyed that.”
Aria turned slowly, removing her earrings. “Enjoyed what?”
“You smiled at him.”
“I smile at a lot of people.”
“You let him whisper in your ear.”
She placed her earrings on the marble counter. “And I let you break me across your bed every night. What exactly are we measuring?”
Dominic was in front of her in seconds.
“I should remind you who you belong to.”
“You remind me every time you’re inside me,” she replied, gaze calm. “But it’s not working like it used to, is it?”
He froze.
Aria stepped closer, placed her hand gently on his chest.
“You thought you could own me so completely that I’d forget who I was. But I’m starting to remember.”
“Aria—”
She rose on her toes, whispering against his lips.
“Fear doesn’t bind me anymore, Dominic.”
And with that, she kissed him.
Softly. Slowly. Sensually.
Then pulled away before he could deepen it.
“I’m going to bed,” she said, turning her back.
Dominic stood in silence, pulse roaring like a war drum in his ears.
That kiss
wasn’t surrender.
It was power.
And for the first time… he felt like the one being controlled.
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