I walk into our bedroom and freeze when I see Aria sitting on top of our bed; her legs crossed, wearing the sexiest nightgown I’ve ever seen. She’s got her laptop in front of her, her gaze focused.
She looks up and smiles at me, and my breath catches. I pull on my tie and swallow hard, unable to drag my eyes away. She’s so fucking hot, and the way she’s sitting gives me a glimpse of the red lace she’s wearing underneath. Fuck.
“Hey, Gray,” she says.
I nod, trying my best to form a reply, but I can’t take my eyes off her tits. What the fuck is she wearing? It’s got all kinds of straps, and the way it sticks to her body… it was definitely designed to torture me.
She looks back at her laptop, seemingly not noticing my reaction, and I run a hand through my hair, frustrated.
“Look,” she says, turning her laptop toward me. “Elliot just sent me a list of the jury members. I’m working on making sure they’ve all seen the video you took. I’m targeting the people around them, to ensure they’re forwarded the video by those they trust. Elliot and I are working on monitoring all devices and communication, to ensure they see it.”
I stare at her in astonishment. What have I ever done to deserve her? I’ve never once asked her for her help with Ida’s case, but she’s gone all out. She’s made everything more bearable, and the solutions she’s thought of are nothing short of brilliant. Aria isn’t just stunning, she’s a fucking genius with a heart of gold.
I sit down on our bed, my thigh grazing hers, and she turns to look at me. “Thank you,” I whisper. She rises to her knees and presses a lingering kiss to my cheek. I turn, my lips brushing past hers, and my eyes fall closed at her sharp intake of breath. When is the last time I kissed her? I only ever dare hold her at night when she’s fast asleep. I keep fearing that I’ll hurt her, that I won’t be able to hold back, that the evil inside me will infect her. I can’t take that risk with Aria. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt her.
She raises a trembling hand to my cheek and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I freeze, trying my best to control the need to push her flat onto her back. I want my hands wrapped in her hair and my cock deep inside her. I want that look in her eyes, the one that tells me I’m slightly too big for her, but she’s taking me eagerly nonetheless. The things I want to do to her… they border on violent. These feelings aren’t romantic. This is pure lust. Aria deserves better than that, but there’s no way to make her see it.
She pushes against me, pushing me down on the bed the same way I imagined doing to her. There’s a hint of anger in her eyes, and she grits her teeth as she climbs on top of me, her eyes widening when she feels how hard I am.
“Oh, so you do want me? Or is this just a physical response to having a woman on top of you?”
She rolls her hips, and I wrap my hands around her waist, struggling to stay calm. I want to push her against the wall, my cock buried balls deep inside her. I want her screaming my name, every push inside her hitting so deep that it borders on pain.
I gulp and look away. But tonight, Aria won’t be ignored. She leans in and yanks on my tie, pulling it loose, before moving her hands to the buttons on my shirt. “Baby,” I whisper. “Stop.”
Aria freezes and looks away, hiding her expression from me. “What is it, Grayson? You’re hard, but you’re still turning me down. It’s been weeks since you last touched me. You barely even kiss me back. Tell me, what is it? What did I do? I know you’re hurting Gray, but this…”
I tighten my grip on her waist and shake my head. “You didn’t do anything, my love. It isn’t you. It’s me.”
She laughs, the sound hollow. “That’s what you’re going with? You’re really telling me that it isn’t me, it’s you? Just say you don’t want me.”
I look into her eyes and grab her hand, pulling it toward my erection. “Tell me, Aria… does this feel like I don’t want you?”
Her eyes widen, and I flip us over so my body is on top of hers. She moans when I grind my hips up against her and I lean in, kissing her the way I’ve been wanting to. She melts against me and I bury my hands in her hair, pulling her closer the way I’ve been imagining. The way she moves her body against mine, fuck.
I lower my lips to her neck, kissing and sucking down on her skin, wanting to mark her as mine. It’s been so fucking long, and I want to fucking brand her. She pushes her breasts up and I smirk, pushing the fabric away with my teeth. “You look like a fucking slut with this shit on, Aria. You’re wearing this for me, huh?”
“Of course,” she moans, her eyes falling closed as my tongue swirls around her rapidly hardening nipple. The way her body responds to mine… amazing.
She pulls on my clothes, sending some of the buttons on my shirt flying, and I pull away briefly to undress. She rises to her knees on our bed when my suit trousers hit the floor, and she places her hands on the waistband of my boxer shorts.
Her eyes are on mine when she pulls it down, and the way she licks her lips has my dick jerking. Fucking hell. Why does she have to be so fucking sexy?
Aria leans in, grabbing my cock by the base, her lips lowering onto me slowly. I groan when her tongue swirls around the tip and bury my hand in her hair, pulling her further down.
“You want to know whether I want you, Aria? Tell me, how does all that desire taste? Look at you, on your knees for me… you’re such a fucking good girl, aren’t you? Sucking me off like that.”
I push my hips further forwards, my cock slipping deeper into her mouth. I fuck her mouth like that, going deeper until I hit the back of her throat. Aria chokes on my dick, tears springing to her eyes, and she pushes away, her hands wrapping around her throat.
I freeze, realization dawning. I hurt her. I was so fucking lost in how good those lips of hers feel, I didn’t think of her. I take a step away and shake my head.
Aria grabs my hand, clearing her throat. “I’m fine,” she tells me, but her red eyes tell me she’s not.
“Fucking hell,” I say, looking up at the ceiling. What did I just do? I keep trying to convince myself I won’t hurt her, yet the second I touch her, I take it too far. I should’ve known better.
That same icky feeling rolls down my spine, and I grit my teeth. “I need a shower,” I tell her, walking away. I’m desperate to get rid of this feeling… this feeling that evil oozes from my very pores.
Besides, I need distance. I can’t stay near Aria. I can’t be trusted not to hurt her again. What the fuck do I do? I can’t let her go, no matter how much safer it would be for her. I can’t lose her, but at this rate, I’ll destroy us both.
