Just a Starter

"Aron's point of view,"

She made an effort to get free of my hold, but my grip was so firm that her struggle was ineffective.

I sucked her pulpy lips until I was completely satisfied. Like an anaconda surrounding its victim, I want to cradle her body in my arms.

She is finally here with me today after I searched for her for a very long time. I thought that marrying her would be like winning a war. I didn't believe in the cliché of marriage and love; instead, all I believed in was satisfying desire.

If I want to win her over, I have no choice but to marry her.

When I invited her to meet with me in my office, I discovered that she was getting married to her boyfriend in less than six months. She only belongs to me, so how can I let her be with someone else?

I offered her some money in an attempt to get her to agree, but she turned me down. She surprised me by turning down my offer and leaving my office.

Her rejection of my offer only served to exacerbate my already intense desire to feel her beneath my skin. I enjoy challenges, and kneeling in front of her was the best one of my life. She was the first woman in my life who I never immediately got into bed with.

Finally, she gave in to my demands since I had found every vulnerable spot in her life and used them to blackmail her.

I'm just interested in sleeping with her to quench my thirst and read her sensual fantasies, but the thought of her with someone else infuriates me to my very core. I want her all to myself. Her allure, her delicate figure, her sensual imagination, her juicy lips—everything belongs to me. She isn't someone I want to share with.

I've been with a lot of women in the past, but I didn't give a damn about their private lives or backgrounds. Sara Grace is a woman who made me double-check every little thing about her.

Has she ever kissed a man? As I lost myself in my tongue's exploration of her mouth, my subconscious began to question me.

No, she doesn't have the right to kiss anyone else; she is mine. If she ever kisses another man, I swear I'll kill the man if she's ever kissed another man. I became increasingly angrier at the thought of her kissing another man, and I gripped her flawlessly formed waist even more tightly.

"Could you pose for our magazine, Mr. Finge?" I stopped the kiss and opened my eyes.

Just touching her lips generates a fire inside my body. As soon as I started kissing her, I wanted to shove her and remove her clothing. However, given my surroundings, I had to restrain my intense yearning.

"Miss Grace, please don't assume that I can be satisfied with only one kiss. I used it as a starter before the main course." I spoke softly into her ear.

She gently opened her eyes upon hearing me; the dry tears had already stained her cheeks, revealing their natural whiteness. Instead of responding, she stared blankly at the floor of the chapel.

Did she not like my kiss?

No way! Without exception, every woman I've addressed regarding my kissing has remarked that I am the most proficient kisser they have ever experienced.

Then why isn't my kissing having any effect on her? She ought to have licked her lips or given me a seductive glance.

Why is she standing there as if she doesn't care about me?

Maybe it was because she didn't feel at ease in front of everyone. My subconscious was attempting to dispel my suspicion that Sara wasn't fond of my kiss.

We posed for magazines before leaving for our house.

I could arrange a discreet marriage ceremony with her, but I want to make it clear to the world that she is now Aron Finge, and no one should dare to follow her. I know she already has a large male fan base due to her engaging, sexy writing style. Many men share my fantasies about her after reading her articles; I had her all to myself before anyone else bothered to find out about her.

She fell asleep as soon as she got in the car.

The distance from the church to Finge Villa is two hours. I slid down the curtain that divides the front and rear seats of my car.

I was able to experience her gentle touch at last.

My hand found its way into her gown. I experienced the sensation of touching velvet the moment I touched her legs, I felt a sensation of velvet.

"What are you doing?" She spoke in a shocked tone as she opened her eyes.

"You have such a delicate body." I firmly grasped her leg.

"You are hurting me." She attempted to take my hand off her thigh.

Why did she gaze at me with irritation? If there's another woman around, she'll urge me to touch her other areas as well, but she kept yanking my hand away.

Did my touch fail to please her? I was upset with her actions. I want to touch her more, the more she protests.

"Why are you acting so irrationally? I know you like my touch and are desperate to feel me inside you." I breathed in the vanilla smell from her neck crook.

"Don't test my patience, Aaron. You can't force me to physically intimate with you." She curled up to keep away from me.

Oh, so she's saying I don't have any rights against her. Even though I married her to become her owner, she continues to insist that I have her consent before touching her.

This woman is getting on my nerves now.

At first, she wasn't interested in me, and she didn't make any attempts to lure me. Now, she's acting as though I can't touch her unless she wants me to.

Why is she so difficult to deal with?

"What will you do if I touch you without your permission?" I made her turn to face me by taking hold of her hair with my fist.

"If I forbid you from touching me, what will you do?" She cast a demanding glance at me.

"Stop me if you can." I drew her face close to mine so I could taste her juicy lips once more.

"No, Aron, I will not allow you to rule over me." She slapped my cheek.

"How dare you slap me?

I attempted to be kind to you, but I don't believe you enjoy such treatment." I forced myself to take hold of her hands and crush her lips with mine.