Page 45 of Until You Break

“And yet, here I am,” he murmurs, and his eyes flick to Mason for a brief second, his lip curling slightly before he looks back at me. “You really think I’d let you forget about me that easily?”

I swallow hard, my fingers clutching the sheets, my mind screaming at me to push him away, to tell him to leave. But I don’t move. I can’t. Because he’s right, and we both know it.

I shake my head, my heart pounding. “You don’t know what I want.”

He laughs and the sound wraps around me like a vice. “Don’t I? You’re lying in bed with him, and you’re still thinking about me. You can’t even kiss him without hearing my voice in your head. Tell me I’m wrong, Aria. Go on, lie to me.”

I can’t. The words stick in my throat, choking me, because he’s right. He’s always right, and it’s tearing me apart.

“Get out,” I whisper, though my voice lacks any real conviction. “You promised you wouldn’t come back.”

“I said I wouldn’t come back unless you called or came to me,” he says, his eyes gleaming with that dark, dangerous glint that sends a shiver down my spine. “And you’ve been calling me, Little Sinner. Maybe not with words, but I heard you loud and clear.”

I shake my head, my breath hitching as he reaches out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. The touch is light, almost gentle, but it feels like a brand, searing into my skin. “Dominic, please…”

“Please what?” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “Please leave? Please stop? Or please don’t?”

I close my eyes, torn between wanting to pull away and leaning into him, letting myself drown in the pull he has on me. “This isn’t fair,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “You’re messing with my head.”

“No, Aria, I’m reminding you who you are. Who you’ve always been. And who you belong to.”

I flinch at his words, my heart pounding as his fingers slip under my chin, tilting my face up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.

“You can fight it all you want,” he says, his voice a dangerous murmur. “But deep down, you know the truth. You don’t fit here with him. You never did.”

“I’m not…,” I say, my voice trembling, my hands gripping the sheets tighter as I try to keep myself grounded, to keep from falling into the chaos he brings with him. “This is my life now.”

He smirks, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t think about me every second you’re with him.”

But I can’t. The words are right there, ready to come out, but they stick in my throat, caught on the truth I can’t admit—not to him, not to myself. And he knows it.

“You can’t say it, can you?” he says with glee in his voice and I feel his fingers wrapping around my throat. “Let me show you why you’ll always choose me.”

With that, he pushes me back down on the bed and tightens his grip on my neck. At the same time, his fingers slip inside of my panties and I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s grinning.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs before I feel him sliding two fingers inside of me. “This cunt is soaked with your lies, Little Sinner. Does your God know how much your cunt weeps for the devil’s cock?”

My vision blurs and I try to arch my back from the bed when he starts fucking me with his fingers and swirling his thumb around my clit. I hate how well he knows my body, hate how he knows which buttons to push.

Mason stirs and turns to face me, and I start to panic. I try to push Dominic’s hands away, but he tightens his hand around my throat and shakes his head.

“Don’t act as if you don’t like knowing he might wake up any second,” he whispers, then he hums low in his throat. “Fuck, this pussy is gripping me, baby. You’re going to come for me already, aren’t you? So fucking greedy.”

I shake my head and grab at his hand around my throat, but he grins at my defiance.

“Stop fighting, Little Sinner,” he murmurs, his voice low, but maddeningly calm. “For once, just stop fighting and give in to what you want.”

My vision starts to blur at the edges, dark shapes creeping in, flashing faint bursts of light like sparks dancing in the distance. I can hear my heart pounding, and my legs weaken as heat pools low in my core.

“That’s it,” Dominic says, his tone soft now, almost coaxing, his lips curving into a smirk. “I’ve got you.”

I whimper and my eyes roll back in my head when my orgasm hits. Dominic lets go of my throat and covers my mouth just as my pussy clamps around his fingers. He lets me ride out the most insane orgasm of my fucking life while I’m staring at the sleeping face of my fiance.

And then the darkness claims me, total and consuming. No sound, no pain, no fear. Just black.

Chapter thirty-two

Her Ruin

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