Chapter 7 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.