Deep Consuming Addiction

Chapter 123

✨No More Control Left ✨

Ari Darven

He saw her before she saw him.

Ari had arrived early — something he always did. In business, timing was control. Precision. Never waiting.

Tonight he waited.

The private terrace restaurant overlooked the water, the city lights folding into the dark surface like scattered gold. He barely registered it. Every few seconds his eyes shifted to the entrance.

He wanted to romance her—not in the loud, obvious ways, not in anything that felt forced or performative.

Ari didn’t do grand gestures for the sake of being seen.

He paid attention.

To the way she sighed when she was tired.

To the way she forgot to eat when she was focused.

To the way her shoulders held tension long after the day was over.

Romancing Elena meant easing those things.

It meant quiet dinners where she didn’t have to think.

A hand at her back guiding her somewhere she didn’t have to plan.

Soft touches that asked for nothing but gave everything.

It meant creating a space where she could finally… rest.

And the thing about Ari—

He didn’t announce it.

He just did it.

So slowly, so naturally—

She wouldn’t even realize she was being taken care of…

Until she already was.

Then she stepped out of the elevator.

Black dress. Clean lines. Nothing excessive. Nothing pleading for attention.

And yet she owned the entire room without trying.

His chest tightened — that same unsettling pull he had begun to recognize.

Attraction.

Fascination.

Need.

She paused when she spotted him, and for a moment neither of them moved. The noise of cutlery and soft piano music faded into something distant. He walked toward her slowly, not breaking eye contact.

“You planned this,” she said quietly as he stopped in front of her.

“I planned privacy,” he replied. “You deserve one night where no one is listening.”

Her gaze softened, and that small shift hit harder than any smile.

He offered his hand. She took it.

They didn’t speak about work.

Not the case.

Not Internal Affairs.

Not the people watching them from shadows neither of them acknowledged.

Instead—

“What were you like before all of this?” he asked.

She tilted her head. “Before what?”

“Before you learned how to armor every word.”

She looked at him for a long moment, measuring the intent behind the question.

“Loud,” she admitted. “Opinionated. I laughed easier.”

He almost smiled. “I’d like to meet her.”

“She still exists,” Elena said softly. “Just… selectively.”

He leaned back slightly in his chair. “Good. I don’t want the controlled version of you.”

“And what version do you give me?” she countered.

He held her gaze steadily.

“The only one I have.”

Silence settled — not uncomfortable, but aware.

They ate slowly. Shared pieces of dessert without noticing who reached first. Their conversation slipped into stories — childhood fragments, small confessions neither of them would ever tell anyone else.

For the first time since knowing her, Ari realized something.

He wasn’t managing the evening.

He was living it.

The pianist shifted into a waltz.

Ari stood and held out his hand.

She placed her hand in his.

The terrace was empty except for them. He pulled her gently into position — one hand at her waist, the other holding hers. She stiffened for half a second before relaxing.

They moved.

Not perfect. Not rehearsed.

But natural.

The slow turn matched their breathing more than the music. Her steps adjusted to his rhythm, and his grip softened to hers.

“You’re careful,” she murmured.

“With everything,” he replied.

“No,” she said quietly, eyes lifting to his. “Just with people.”

He didn’t answer.

Because she was right.

The city moved below them, lights gliding past as they turned. For a moment, the world reduced to the warmth between their hands and the steady closeness neither tried to escape.

“Elena.”

Her name sounded different when he said it — less controlled than he intended.

She looked at him fully now.

“I don’t do halfway,” he said. “Not in business. Not in loyalty. Not in… this.”

Her breathing slowed.

“I don’t want something temporary with you.”

She didn’t speak.

“I want you to be mine,” he said quietly. “Not possession. Choice. Stand beside me — openly. No ambiguity.”

Her eyes searched his face — not for dominance, but sincerity.

"It's all I want with you Ari. I love you."

"I love you too. My peace."

The word barely existed in sound, but it shifted something fundamental inside him.

“We should leave,” he said quietly, his voice low but certain.

Elena looked up at him, her fingers pausing where they rested against the edge of the table. “Already?”

Ari held her gaze for a second, something unreadable passing through his expression before it softened just slightly. “Yeah.”

She studied him, catching the shift, the subtle tension he didn’t voice. “Everything okay?”

His hand came to rest lightly at her back, steady, grounding. “It will be.”

That wasn’t an answer.

But it was enough.

Elena exhaled softly and nodded, pushing her chair back as she stood. Ari didn’t move far, staying close as she gathered her things, his presence quiet but intentional.

As they stepped out together, his hand slid from her back to her hand, fingers intertwining with hers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But the way his grip tightened ever so slightly—

Said everything he wasn’t saying out loud.

They barely made it back to the elevator before he pulled her in, he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.

He kissed her.

Rushed — inevitable.

His hand rested against her jaw as their lips met, slow at first, learning, then deepening when she leaned into him. Her fingers curled into his shirt, and the restraint he carried every day cracked under the simple truth of her responding.

The kiss grew heavier, warmer — hunger and conquest.

Recognition.

When they finally separated, their foreheads stayed close, breaths uneven.

“You undo my discipline,” he murmured.

“You don’t have to be disciplined with me,” she replied softly.

That was the most dangerous thing she could have said.

He didn’t ask if she wanted to leave.

He simply took her hand and led her to the car.

The engine hummed beneath them as Ari drove, one hand steady on the steering wheel, the other restless.

He didn’t say anything.

That was the difference.

No warnings.

No confessions.

Just touch.

His palm settled on her thigh as if it belonged there, fingers spreading slowly, squeezing once before easing into a lazy, deliberate stroke. The city lights flashed through the windshield, illuminating his profile in sharp angles — jaw tight, eyes focused on the road, expression controlled.

As if he wasn’t unraveling her with one hand.

His thumb traced small circles through the fabric of her dress, drifting higher inch by inch. Not rushing. Testing. Feeling the way her muscles tensed beneath his palm.

Elena shifted in her seat, breath thinning.

“Ari…”

He didn’t respond.

Didn’t look at her.

His hand slid upward along her thigh, then retreated slightly, only to travel again — slower this time. Teasing the boundary without fully crossing it.

The control of it made it worse.

He guided the wheel smoothly with one hand while the other moved up her arm, fingertips trailing from her wrist pinching as it moved to her shoulder, then back down again, memorizing her skin. His grip tightened briefly at her waist before returning to her leg.

His jaw flexed once.

Still silent.

"Oh," Elena breathe tingling all over

His fingers curved around the back of her neck for a moment when they stopped at a red light — firm enough to make her swallow, his thumb brushing just beneath her ear. He didn’t pull her in for a kiss. He didn’t speak. Just took her lips with a passion that shocked her.

His tongue swept into hers, a cooling relief against the ache between her thighs.

Elena gripped his jacket, an electric longing jolted through Ari's body making his toes curl inside his shoes.

He just held her there.

Claiming.

They both moaned, reeling under the intense heat. They were both fighting for breath within seconds. Ari curl his tongue around Elena's sucking hard.

"Mhm," she hummed from the exquisite feelings.

Then the light changed. He tore his mouth from the kiss and curst under his breath.

His hand dropped again, sliding over her thigh with a possessive squeeze before gliding upward once more, intimate and unhurried.

The car felt smaller with every mile. The air heavier.

He never told her he wanted her. No he was waiting for that.

He didn’t need to.

Every deliberate stroke of his hand said it louder than words ever could as he drove. The distance seemed ten times longer.

The city lights blurred past as Ari drove, one hand steady on the wheel, the other… not where it should have been under her dress tracing her heat.

His fingers slid slowly along her thigh, unhurried, deliberate, like he was mapping her without needing to look. The fabric of her dress offered no real barrier, and the warmth of his touch sent a quiet shiver through her.

“Ari…” she breathed, not quite a warning.

“Mm,” he murmured, eyes still on the road, but his hand didn’t move away.

If anything—

It settled deeper. His thumb pressed firmly on her covered Cli*t..

His thumb traced a slow line, testing, teasing, the kind of touch that wasn’t rushed but knew exactly what it was doing. Elena shifted slightly in her seat, her breath catching as she turned her head to look at him thighs opened.

“You’re driving,” she said, softer now.

“I am,” he replied calmly.

But his hand stayed.

And that was the problem.

By the time the car slid into the underground garage, the tension between them had stretched too tight to ignore.

The engine hadn’t even fully died before Elena moved.

She lifted the hem of her dress in one fluid motion and climbed over the console, her movements quick, decisive, like she’d already made up her mind.

Ari barely had time to react before she was in his lap.

Straddling him.

Her hands found his face instantly, pulling him into a kiss that wasn’t gentle, wasn’t hesitant—it was heat, urgency, everything she had been holding back spilling out at once.

His breath left him in a quiet rush.

He was already gone.

The moment her body settled against his, when she rolled her hips just slightly, then her fingers slid into his hair and held him there—

That was it.

Ari’s hand came up to her waist, gripping, grounding himself as he kissed her back, deeper now, stronger, matching her intensity without holding back.

Her lips were soft—

Too soft for the way she was kissing him.

And it did something to him.

Something dangerous.

He groaned low against her mouth as she caught his lower lip between hers, drawing it in with a slow, teasing pull that sent a sharp edge of sensation through him.

“Elena…” her name came out rough, almost a warning—but he didn’t stop her.

Couldn’t.

She didn’t slow down either.

If anything, she leaned further into him, her forehead brushing his for half a second before their mouths met again, deeper this time, less controlled.

Ari took over then.

One hand tightening at her waist, the other sliding up along her back, holding her closer as his kiss shifted—more consuming, more certain.

And for a moment—

Nothing else existed.

Not the garage.

Not the world above them.

Just this.

Just them.

And the kind of kiss that made everything else disappear.

Their mouths were hard and hungry against each other, the kind of kiss that had no patience, no softness left in it—only need.

Elena’s fingers tightened in his hair, holding him exactly where she wanted him, her body pressed fully against his as if distance itself had become unbearable. Ari answered just as fiercely, his grip firm at her waist, anchoring her there as his mouth moved over hers with a quiet intensity that bordered on overwhelming.

Breath mixed.

Control slipped.

Every second stretched, deepened, pulled tighter.

He broke the kiss just enough to drag in a breath, his forehead pressing against hers, but she didn’t let him go for long—her lips finding his again, softer for a moment, then just as consuming.

Ari let out a low breath against her mouth, his hand sliding up her back, holding her closer, like he couldn’t get enough, like he didn’t want to.

And in that moment—

They weren’t thinking.

They weren’t holding back.

They were just… feeling.

His hand trailing along her legs squeezing and feeling the heat on her skin.

Elena’s hands moved down his chest, restless, urgent, like she didn’t have the patience left for anything careful or slow.

Her fingers hooked at his shirt.

A sharp tug.

Then another.

And before Ari could even fully register it, the fabric gave way under her frustration, the buttons straining and popping loose as she pulled it open.

Ari froze for half a second.

Not from anger.

From surprise.

Then a slow, almost disbelieving breath left him as he looked up at her.

Her eyes were different now—less composed, less careful. Glazed with something raw and unfiltered, like she had finally stopped trying to hold herself together.

For a moment, he just stared at her.

Like he was trying to memorize her in this state.

Then his voice dropped, softer, rough around the edges.

“Baby…”

It wasn’t a reprimand.

It wasn’t even shock anymore.

It was recognition.

Of her.

Of them.

Of exactly how far they’d both already slipped.

Then his hand moved between her thighs, his fingers finding her cli*t. All it took was on flick and Elena hip rolled against him.

"Ari... oh God." she sobbed, her eyes rolling back as he continued.

"Fuc*k baby," he husked

Elena cries was incoherent as she rocked against him and Ari knew that wasn't enough. his member was straining to be set free and Elena let it out.

She lifted herself slightly and took all of him. Her breath left her body as she rocked against him, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her back arched whilst she felt hard muscle in her stomach.

"I will put it in your spine baby girl," Ari roared thrusting upwards hard and deep.

"Do it," she cried out.

"You feel it in your stomach," Ari asked when her hand slid to her abdomen.

Elena couldn't speak, no words were coming out as shudders ripped through her.

Her orgasm was the most beautiful thing Ari had ever witnessed and he wanted her to let go.

"Let it go for daddy," he husked and Elena rocked harder against him contracting around him.

"God..." she screamed.

"No baby, it's me," he corrected. It was him and only him that was pulling that exquisite feeling from her.

Ari felt himself jerked, then exploded as he followed her into that bliss pouring himself into her as he found his release riding out his orgasm. He couldn't seem to stop coming and Elena milked every drop, contracting around him.

Finally, blissfully, the violent tremor of rapturous pleasure eased and Elena collapsed on top of him her mouth at his neck as she fought for breath.

"Christ Elena," he breathed. "You're fuc*king amazing." He turned his head and kissed her deeply, their tongue moved like wild fire against eachother.

"Are you okay," he asked against her mouth. kissing her lips again and again, her nose and forehead.

"Your security will know," Elena blushed still trying to hide her face.

"That's what you're worried about," he chuckled. Ari was thoroughly screwed and he didn't mean literally.