70 DAYS WITH THE WRONG BILLIONAIRE

UGLY MEMORY FROM THE PAST

ARIA’S POV

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

“Stop—” I gasp.

Noah freezes above me, his body going rigid.

A low, guttural growl tears from his throat like a starving animal yanked away from its first meal in years.

His eyes, dark and wild with possession, bore into mine, chest heaving as he struggles to rein himself in.

“Aria,” he rasps, voice rough and dangerous, “what the hell are you playing at right now? Change of heart? Don’t forget what you signed up for. I won’t let you—”

“Where’s the condom?” I cut him off, my voice steadier than I feel.

His eyes widen, completely thrown. For a second, his mouth hangs open in pure disbelief, like the doesn't understand what I said.

I push up from the bed, my breasts bouncing with the movement. “Noah, don’t tell me you seriously planned to f**k me without protection. Are you out of your mind?”

He still looks stunned. I can see it in the way his jaw clenches and his gaze flickers that he hadn't even thought of before . But with me, he had not made plans for that before.

“Aria,” he begins, voice low and intense. “I’m not f*****g you with anything between us. I need to feel that tight p***y wrapped around me bare. I need—”

“Then we’re done,” I say firmly, cutting him.

I want him. Lord, I want him so badly my body aches but I can’t risk it. Not with a man like him. Who knows how many women he’s been with?

“I’ve never gone raw with anyone in my life,” he says quickly, probably reading the disgust on my face.

“Whatever. My answer remains no.” I grab the sheet and pull it over my breasts, shielding them from his hungry stare.

He stares at me for a long moment and then he exhales sharply. “Fine. But tomorrow morning, first thing, we’re both getting tested. I’ll prove I’m clean.”

He glances at my stomach. “And we’ll get you the morning-after pill.”

“I’m already on the pill,” I reply.

A colder edge settles over him, his jaw tightening. I don’t understand the sudden shift in his mood. Noah has always been hot and cold.

He slides off the bed, still fully hard, and stalks out angrily.

So it is over?

Part of me feels relieved that we can slow down but another bigger part feels disappointed for some reasons.

Why are you feeling down, Aria? You did the right thing.

I wrap the sheet tighter around myself and head toward what I hope is the bathroom.

The shower water is hot, steaming up the glass.

I let it cascade over me, trying to wash away the sweat and lingering arousal, but it only makes everything worse.

My skin feels hypersensitive and I keep imagining his hands on me instead of the water, and heat pools low in my belly again.

“f**k, princess… you’re killing me. You’re so perfect.”

I whip around at the sound of his voice and nearly slip.

He catches me, pulling my wet, naked form flush against his hard chest as he steps into the shower behind me, completely naked, water slicing over his muscled body.

The skin on skin contact makes me more achy and horny.

“You think you’re off the hook already?” he smirks, his hand squeezing my ass. “Running off to shower by yourself…”

One thick finger slips between my folds, stroking my still-soaked entrance.

I gasp at the sudden invasion.

He works me slowly at first, then harder, as he pushes two more fingers murmuring filthy praise against my ear. “So wet for me… this greedy little p***y can’t get enough.”

His fingers pump deeper, curling perfectly against that spot inside me until I’m moaning loudly, legs shaking.

“How does it feel, baby? So good, right?”

I nod frantically.

“Your words, princess. I need your words.”

“Feels… so good—ahh!” I moan, the pleasure cresting hard. I come with a sharp cry, my third orgasm of the night ripping through me.

“You taste so f*****g delicious too,” he growls, pulling his fingers out and licking them slowly, his eyes on mine.

The sound he makes makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment even as fresh heat flares between my legs.

He smirks at my reaction, clearly pleased.

And then, he carries me back to the bedroom, my body limp against his. I feel boneless, exhausted in the best way, yet still buzzing.

“Buckle up, princess,” he murmurs, laying my wet body gently on the mattress. “It’s going to be a very long night.”

My eyes land on the box of condoms on the nightstand and I gulp.

Before I can speak, he captures my lips in a slow kiss that curls my toes.

His hands worship every part of my body, tracing my waist, cupping my breasts, sliding down my thighs as he parts them and settles between them.

He teases my entrance with the thick head of his c**k, sliding it through my slickness.

Then he pushes the tip in.

The stretch is overwhelming. He’s so big.

Excitement wars with a flicker of fear in mine.

“You’re so f*****g tight, princess,” he grits out. “You’re sucking me dry..”

He inches forward. Another sharp stretch.

Panic surges inside me.

“I can’t—” I whisper.

“Babe, you can.” He kisses my neck, as an attempt to soothe me.

Another inch. The pressure becomes too much.

And a memory slams into me — of being f****d.

By… the face of the person remains blank.

“f**k, babe. You can. You’ve taken it before—” Noah keeps talking not knowing I wasn't with him anymore.

“Stop,” I choke out. Tears are streaming down my face before I even realize it.

He freezes. “f**k, princess, why are you crying?” His voice cracks with something like fear and pain as he pulls out from me immediately and I felt him beside me.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his voice so gentler this time.

I can’t answer, as the memory keeps holding me hostage.

Noah’s face tightens with worry.

He pulls me into his arms, wrapping me against his body like someone really cares about.

His hands stroke my back in slow, soothing circles while he presses soft kisses to my wet cheeks, forehead and temples.

His heart thunders against mine, but he stays silent, simply holding me until my shaking eases.

He slips away briefly and returns wearing sweatpants, carrying a cup of calming tea.

He helps me sit up comfortably and feeds it to me in small, careful sips, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks again once I’ve calmed enough to breathe normally.

“No,” I whisper. I don’t fully understand it myself.

“Then… What what happened? Tell me, princess. Was it something I did?”

I manage a small smile to ease the visible tension in his shoulders. “No, it wasn’t you.”

Noah still looks worried, his brows furrowed, jaw tight.

Seeing him like this so anxious and caring feels comforting.

Almost… protective.

“It’s something from the past,” I added softly.

Seeing Lora earlier must have triggered it.

The old pain I thought I had buried. The night they took my first time from me among other things. The grievances I’ve carried for years.

I break into quiet sobs that turn into full, wrenching wails.

Noah’s arms tighten around me instantly as he rocks me gently like a child, one hand cradling the back of my head, murmuring soothing words against my hair as I cry out every ugly memory I’ve tried so hard to forget.