“Good luck with that one,” Matteo says, leaning against the doorframe. “She’s not exactly the roll-over-and-say-thank-you type.”
“I don’t need her to say thank you,” I say, my voice low. “I just need her to remember.”
He raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t push, just nods, turning to leave. “Your mess, little brother.”
When he’s gone, I sit on the edge of the bed, watching her; the rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair falls across her face. She’s here, and I feel like I can breathe again.
“Sleep tight, Little Sinner,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”
Chapter thirty-three
Her Ruin
Later on, I standwatching as she sleeps, her chest rising and falling with each steady breath, her face softened by the shadows of the room. Peaceful.
But I know better.
Because Aria’s never been peaceful a day in her life. That fire inside her—the one that burns so damn bright, the one that’s always drawn me in—doesn’t rest, not even now.
She shifts slightly, murmuring something under her breath, her lips parting in a way that makes my chest tighten and my blood heat.
She’s dreaming, and I know—I know—I’m the one in her head.
I lean closer, feeling that sick satisfaction bubble up, knowing that even in sleep, I haunt her. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it, I own her thoughts, her body, her soul.
My fingers brush against the cool plastic of the mask, the blue neon glow catching the edge of my vision as I slide it over my face. It’s a statement, a reminder. The moment she sees it, she’ll remember. She’ll feel it.
Because this isn’t some gentle love story she can fool herself into believing. This is us. Raw. Twisted. Fucked up.
I step forward, my boots heavy on the wooden floor, and the faint creak of a board under my weight makes her stir. Her breath catches, her chest rising sharply, and I can almost feel her instincts kick in before she’s even awake.
Her eyes flutter open, groggy at first, unfocused, before she blinks a few times and really sees me. Shock and fear flash across her face, but it’s the flicker of recognition that makes me grin beneath the mask.She knows.Deep down, she’s always known.
“Good morning, Little Sinner,” I say, tilting my head as I drink in her fury and panic. “Sleep well?”
“What the fuck, Dominic?!” she screams, thrashing against the restraints. Her movements send a ripple through her soft curves, her bare skin glistening slightly in the faint light. “Where the hell am I?!”
I can’t help but chuckle and remove the mask since it has served its purpose.
“You sleep like the dead, you know,” I say casually, crossing my arms over my chest. “Didn’t even stir when I stripped you down and tied you up. Makes me wonder what kind of dreams you were having.”
My smirk deepens. “Bet I was in them.”
Her eyes dart around the room, wide and wild, taking in her surroundings. The metal bars behind her. The cuffs around her wrists. The way her toes barely graze the floor.
I can almost hear the pounding of her heartbeat as she tries to piece it all together, and when her gaze snaps back to mine, fury blazes in those gorgeous eyes of hers.
Ah, there she is. My Little Sinner.
“Why are you doing this?!” she cries, her voice breaking slightly. “Please, just let me down!”
I step back to look at her, my cock throbbing at the sight of her supple body on display for me. She’s tied up against the metal bars in my bedroom, the way I’ve tied her up has her pushing her supple tits out for me perfectly.
Her pretty pink nipples are hard and her pussy clean-shaven just how I like it. I can tell she’s squeezing those gorgeous, thick thighs together already and I haven’t even touched her yet. I know she gets in her head about her weight sometimes, but I love shutting her up about it with my mouth. One touch, one look, and she knows exactly what she does to me.
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
“Now why would I want to do that when I have you all tied up and needy?” I taunt as I run the ball of my tongue piercing over my teeth. “You look gorgeous like this.”