Dominant Billionaire’s Irresistible Possession (Obsessed Billionaires, Cherished Brides #6)

1 Lets 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?”

“You already knew that,” he replied coldly. “I told you from the beginning, Sienna. It’s just sex.”

Tears welled in her eyes, making them shimmer under the soft lights. She reached out, gently caressing his face.

“But I love you.”

She looked at him like he was the center of her world—because he was. She had loved Adrian for so long, silently, hopelessly. She had thought he felt the same. After all, they’d been together for so long.

But Adrian showed no emotion. “That’s your problem,” he said carelessly, straightening his collar and stepping away from her. “From the very first night, I told you what this was. You were good at it, so we continued.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card. Without a flicker of emotion, he stepped closer and slipped it down her shirt, letting it slide into her cleavage.

“Wait for me at this hotel,” he said softly. “I’ll come to you after the party’s over.”

Sienna stared at him, frozen. Her heart shattered in her chest. "You don’t want to marry me?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

He didn’t even blink. “You’re good enough to be kept as my mistress, Sienna. Good enough for sex. But don’t dream of anything more than that.”

And with that, he turned, casually adjusting his hair, and walked out of the room, never once looking back.

Sienna stood frozen. Her body burned, her fingers trembling. She shut her eyes, forcing the tears to stay in.

The noise of the party outside no longer reached the room. Silence took over, heavy and suffocating, like invisible chains wrapping around her chest until she could barely breathe.

But then… she opened her eyes.

Her spine straightened. Her hands curled into fists. Her jaw locked tight. Her face hardened into a calm, cold mask.

She turned slowly, picked up her phone from the table, and dialed a number.

It rang twice before it connected.

“Hi, Theo,” she said, clear, firm, not a single tremor in her voice. “Didn’t you say you wanted to marry me?”

A pause.

“I agree,” she said. “Let’s get married. Tomorrow.”

***

~ Two years later ~

Adrian stood near the grand entrance of the lavish hotel hall, dressed in a fitted dark-brown suit. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing a glimpse of his chiseled chest and muscular neckline. The collar hung open, giving him a dangerous, untamed edge that made heads turn. No tie. No smile. Just him—silent and burning.

Inside, the luxury venue pulsed with energy. The brightest stars of the automobile industry had gathered to celebrate, the chatter buzzing like static against the clinking of glasses and flashes of cameras.

In his hand, Adrian held a whiskey glass, the amber liquid untouched. His grip on it was tight, his knuckles pale with pressure as his eyes locked on the woman who had just stepped into the party.

Sienna.

She floated into the room like a vision, her golden floor-length gown shimmering under the chandelier lights. The dress was backless, revealing the smooth curve of her spine and shoulders. Her arm was looped through the arm of the man beside her—Theo Montgomery, her husband.

Theo looked every bit the dream man. Dressed in a black tuxedo, with a strong jawline, sparkling green eyes, and a smile that had charmed countless hearts. He had been the talk of the dream of countless women before marrying Sienna Donovan, the daughter of a well-known business family in the automobile world.

They were childhood best friends turned husband and wife, a match that seemed pulled straight from a fairy tale. The golden couple of high society.

Their families weren’t as massive as Adrian’s empire, not even close. But still, the Montgomerys and Donovans were powerful enough not to be dismissed. They were still part of the upper circle. Respected. Admired.

Sienna’s smile was bright, her eyes glowing with affection as she leaned into Theo. The media swarmed around them instantly.

"Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery! You both look perfect as always!" one reporter beamed. "A stunning match!"

"I swear, I haven’t seen a more beautiful couple in one frame," another chimed in, mics pointed at them, faces full of admiration.

"Congratulations on your second anniversary!"

“Thank you.” Theo smiled politely, nodding at the cameras. Sienna turned to look at him with warmth in her eyes, her fingers brushing over his arm affectionately.

"Mr. Montgomery, last year, you gifted your wife a private jet and a limited-edition supercar!" one reporter exclaimed. "And let's not forget the twenty luxury bags. Any chance we’ll hear what you’ve given her this year? Our viewers are dying to know!"

Sienna laughed softly, her eyes gleaming. "This year, Theo gave me a villa and a private island. He even had a special vacation house built just for me. It's beautiful. I’m planning to visit it soon."

The camera flashes intensified. Theo smiled proudly and tucked a loose curl behind her ear with a gentle touch that made the onlookers sigh in admiration.

"You two are still just as in love as when we first saw you," a reporter gushed. "Mr. Montgomery, you really spoil your wife. A perfect husband!"

Adrian’s grip on the whiskey glass turned lethal. His jaw clenched hard, the muscle ticking as rage sparked in his eyes. He could barely breathe as he watched Sienna lean up and kiss Theo softly on the cheek.

Adrian turned away instantly.

With a sharp flick of his wrist, he hurled the glass to the floor. It shattered into pieces, the loud crash piercing through the noise of the party. Shards flew in every direction, but Adrian didn’t even glance at the mess.

He stormed off, shoulders stiff, fury radiating off him like heat.

“Perfect couple, huh?” he muttered under his breath, mockingly. “As long as I’m alive, you’ll never belong to another fucking man.”

Sienna’s head turned sharply at the sound of the crash. For a brief moment, she caught a flash of the back of a tall man in a brown suit—broad shoulders, powerful stride.

Her heart skipped a beat.

That walk… That presence… That back... she knew it too well. She had clung to it in pleasure, in heartbreak, in love, in silence.

Her smile faded for just a moment.

But the crowd moved, and the figure disappeared into it like smoke. She shook the thought away.

"Maybe I imagined it," she told herself, forcing a smile back onto her face as she turned to Theo again.

Adrian headed toward the exit when Matthew, his secretary, caught up to him in hurried strides.

"Mr. Vaughn," Matthew said, stepping in front of him. "Here."

He handed over a phone with a photo displayed on the screen. “It’s confirmed. Theo is definitely having an affair.”