Page 1 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

1 Let's Get Married

At Vaughn Palace, the sound of the party roared through the night. Music, laughter, and the hum of conversation echoed everywhere, filling the luxurious estate with life. Outside, guests in diamonds and designer suits sipped champagne, admiring the world's rarest supercars lined up like trophies.

But inside the private glass-walled room, the noise faded into nothing.

The only sounds here were ragged breaths… and the wet, frantic kisses being shared behind closed doors.

Adrian had Sienna pressed against the wall, his body flush against hers, his hand moving fast—shoving aside her shirt and ripping a few buttons in the process. He didn’t care. Not when she looked like that, eyes half-lidded, lips red and kiss-swollen, her skin begging to be touched.

His mouth trailed down her neck, hot and open-mouthed, licking and tasting like she was the first thing he’d wanted in years. Her skin flushed under his tongue, her chest rising and falling fast.

Sienna gasped when his teeth sank gently into the spot below her ear, the sound tumbling out of her before she could stop it. Adrian groaned low in response, one hand sliding down her waist, gripping her thigh, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a breath of space between them.

Neither of them cared about the high-profile event going on just beyond the glass. A private event, hosted for the richest elites from across the globe, was in full swing. It was a place where the rarest luxury cars—vehicles not seen anywhere else in the world—were displayed. Vehicles that only Adrian Vaughn, the sole owner of the most valuable car company in the country, possessed.

But right now, he only wanted her.

Sienna stood framed by the dusk glow, dressed in a silk white button-down shirt tucked into a white mini skirt that hugged her hips and thighs perfectly. The shirt was partially unbuttoned, just enough to hint at the curves beneath, and her long legs were accentuated by strappy white stilettos. Her hair tumbled in loose waves around her shoulders, giving her an effortless yet sultry look.

Adrian, in his sharp, tailored tux, exuded power, his shirt open at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the strong muscles beneath.

Adrian pushed Sienna back, his hand catching both of her wrists and pinning them above her head. His lips crashed onto hers, hungry and impatient. With his other hand, he slid down her waist, fingers rubbing gently, deliberately, driving her mad with want.

Outside the room, luxury cars gleamed under the soft lighting. Guests from the most powerful families were gathered in hopes of networking with Adrian—men and women who would do anything just to get a minute of his time.

The glass wall was one-way. From inside, Adrian and Sienna could see everything happening outside. But from the other side, it looked like a mirrored wall with intricate paintings, disguising everything happening behind it.

Adrian’s breathing grew rough as his fingertips slid beneath her shirt, exploring the delicate curve of her waist. Her skin was warm, soft, dangerously addictive. He pinned her tighter against the glass, his tongue trailing from her earlobe down her neck, kissing and licking the sensitive spots he knew made her melt.

Sienna’s fingers tangled into his thick, dark hair, smooth and slightly wavy, just long enough for her to grab. Her breath caught in her throat. She could barely breathe, overwhelmed by his closeness. Adrian towered over her, his broad shoulders blocking out everything behind him. His sharp jaw was shadowed with light stubble, his features sculpted and cold, like he was carved from stone. His eyes, stormy, and dark burned into her skin every time they met hers.

Then, in a fragile voice that trembled slightly, she whispered, “Adrian… do you love me?”

Her chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm, her voice almost lost beneath the storm of emotions crashing inside her. Her shirt was pulled halfway down, revealing soft skin flushed with heat. Her long lashes trembled, her deep brown eyes glistening with emotion. Strands of her brown hair clung to her cheeks, slightly messy from his hands. Raw emotions clearly written across her delicate face.

Adrian didn’t answer. Without a word, he spun her around and gave her a slight push, making her stumble forward. Then, in a swift move, he pinned her against the sleek body of one of the luxury cars parked inside the room.

His lips dove into the curve of her neck again, this time from behind.

Just then, the sharp buzz of his phone cut through the air. Adrian scowled, slipping his hand into his pocket and pulling out the device. He placed it to his ear without pulling away from her.

Sienna turned to face him, her expression unreadable. His eyes lingered on her lips. Slowly, he reached up and brushed his thumb across her lower lip, his gaze dark with hunger. Then, he pressed the speaker button.

A voice came through the phone, polite and efficient. “Sir, the wedding hall has been booked and arranged exactly to your preferences. Would you like to come inspect it personally?”

Adrian’s answer was flat. “No.”

As he said it, his thumb slipped into Sienna’s mouth. She bit down on it—not hard, but enough to make his gaze snap back to her. For a moment, their eyes locked. He pulled his thumb from her lips and ended the call.

The color had drained from Sienna’s face.

“You’re getting married?” she asked, disbelief in her voice.

Adrian didn’t respond immediately. He glanced at the glass wall, his eyes briefly scanning the party outside before adjusting his shirt and shrugging lightly.

“Obviously,” he muttered. “It’ll be all over the news channels soon.”

Sienna’s chest tightened. She couldn’t stop the words from slipping out. “It’s been five years, Adrian… Do I still mean nothing to you?”

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