All Chapters of Billionaire's Choice: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gabriel’s POVI exhaled, rolling my shoulders back before turning to her.I pulled open the passenger door, and the first thing that hit me was the sharp, acidic scent of vomit. Aria sat stiffly, her hands clenched into tight fists on her lap, her body tense. Her face was turned away from me, her breath shallow, and even in the dim light, I could see the way her shoulders shook ever so slightly.She was embarrassed.“Edward, take the car home,” I ordered, already reaching for her. “She’s coming with me.”Edward nodded.I didn’t give her the chance to speak. Instead, I reached for her—gently, but firmly. “Come here.”She hesitated, her pride forcing her to resist, but I didn’t let her. I slid one arm beneath her legs and the other around her back, and lifted her out of the car, cradling her against my chest. She weighed nothing. Her breath hitched.“I—”“Quiet.”Her body went rigid, but she didn’t fight me as I carried her toward my car. The scent of vomit lingered between us, but I di

Gabriel’s POV The second Aria landed on me, I knew I was in trouble. It happened so fast. One second, she was pushing at my chest, demanding I put her down, and the next, she miscalculated her step, her balance betraying her. Instead of landing on the bed, she crashed into me. Neither of us moved. My hands shot out, gripping her waist instinctively as she landed on my lap, knees on either side of my thighs. A sharp breath left me as I looked up at her, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hands clutched my shoulders for balance, fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt like she was anchoring herself. She froze. So did I. For a split second, I forgot how to breathe. The warmth of her body, the soft press of her weight against me—it sent a dangerous jolt through my system. A feeling I hadn’t allowed myself in years. Something dark curled inside me. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to claim every shaky breath, every hesitant gaze, every moment she spent not realizing wh

Gabriel’s POVThe scent of damp concrete and stale air filled the basement beneath my private villa. The room was dimly lit, a single overhead bulb casting shadows against the rough walls. The man we had caught; Aria’s stalker, was tied to a steel chair, his wrists bound behind him, his head slumped forward. Blood trailed from his split lip, staining the collar of his shirt.Jonathan stood near the entrance, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on the prisoner. To his right, Owen, the torturer, leaned against a table lined with tools. The guard, Silas, remained by the door, hands clasped behind his back, his stance rigid.I stepped forward, my footsteps echoing. The man barely lifted his head.“Has he talked?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silence.Owen sighed, rubbing his knuckles. “Not a word. Stubborn bastard.”Jonathan exhaled sharply. “We’ve tried everything. Maybe he’s just a hired hand who doesn’t know much.”I wasn’t convinced. I crouched in front of the man, gripping h

Aria’s POVI woke up to the soft hum of silence, the kind that only existed in places untouched by chaos. The bed beneath me was massive, the sheets crisp and unfamiliar, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. Then it all came rushing back. Gabriel bringing me here last night, saying it wasn’t safe to stay at the mansion. The family mansion. He had always stayed there for his grandmother’s sake, but with her out of the country, there was nothing tying him to that place anymore. Nothing except me, and now, even I had been removed from it. I sat up slowly, taking in the space around me. Gabriel wasn’t in bed, we had slept together in the same bed. The bedroom was modern, with high ceilings and sleek furnishings, every inch of it screaming understated luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the room, revealing the distant skyline of San Francisco. The air here was different and lighter, easier to breathe. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe.But safet

Aria’s POV His breath was hot against my core, making me whimper before he even touched me. Then his tongue, slow, devastatingly slow, dragged over my slick folds, making my entire body jerk. I moaned, gripping the sheets as he savored me, his tongue flicking, circling, stroking. “Fucking sweet,” he groaned, gripping my thighs tighter. I was spiraling, heat building, rising, about to explode— Until he pulled away. I whimpered at the loss, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Gabriel didn’t give me time to recover. He was on me in an instant, his mouth on mine, swallowing my ragged breaths as he settled between my thighs. I could feel him now—hot, hard, pressing against my entrance, and panic flickered in my chest. He must have felt it because he cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’m going to make this so fucking good for you.” I nodded, trusting him, even though I knew this would change everything. He positioned himself at my entrance,