Page 115 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“My good girl,” I whispered, stroking her flushed cheek.

She rubbed her face against my palm, giving me a smile.

“I’m tired.”

“Then let’s get you home.”

I shifted off her and adjusted my clothes before doing the same for her. I collected her heels from the platform before sweeping her up into my arms and carrying her from the club. My driver was patiently waiting for us outside. I set Ari down in the car and slid in next to her. Before she had a chance to get settled, I was on her, pressing her dress up and burying my face in her pussy.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, tugging at my hair to stop me.

I ignored her protests, sliding all four of my fingers inside her pussy. Lewis would turn a blind eye to what was going on in the back of the car, so she needn’t worry about him watching.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, “Zayn!”

It wouldn’t matter if she tried to stop me. I needed to taste her. To reward her for being so good for me this evening. My other hand banded around her thigh. Her nails dug into my scalp, but it wasn’t to push me away any longer. It was to keep me there. I thrust my fingers inside her harder, making her let out a loud moan.

That’s it, Tink, let go. Let me make you feel good.

I looked up to find her eyes closed and her mouth parted. It made me smile. Ari knew better than to disobey me. When we got home, I wanted to put her straight to bed. This was the only time I had to feast on my little fairy.

“Harder,” she panted. “Please, fuck.”

I gave her what she asked for, thrusting my fingers inside her and tonguing her clit. She was clenching around me minutes later, letting out a little cry of pleasure with her climax. I watched her body tremble with it, her hand fisting tighter in my hair. She was stunning when she let go. My beautiful little Tinkerbell.

I let her curl up in my lap when she came down from her high. She buried her face in my shoulder, closed her eyes and fell asleep. When we reached the house, I carried her inside to my bedroom. I stripped her out of her clothes and tugged one of my t-shirts over her head. I don’t think she even noticed when I wiped her face to remove her makeup before tucking her up under the covers.

I stood at the end of the bed, watching her. She looked so small and peaceful in my bed… our bed. This was her home as much as it was mine. Walking around to her side, I leant over Ari and pressed a kiss to her forehead. There were a few things I needed to do before I got in with her.

“I’m happy you’re home, little fairy,” I whispered, stroking her cheek with one finger. “I’ve missed you more than you know,mio amore.”

I’d tried to be more open with Ari about my feelings towards her. There was one thing I was holding back. It wasn’t because I didn’t think she deserved to know. I’d just never said it before… never felt it for anyone. Instead, I’d tried to show her without words how much she meant to me. Actions always spoke louder than words. Although, I could admit hearing those three little words from her would never get old.

I’ve never loved anyone before, Arianna, but I think I’m in love with you. And I want to tell you… I’m just not ready yet. Please wait a little longer for me, my precious little fairy, and I promise I’ll give you what you want most in this world… my heart.

Thirty Eight

Arianna

Zayn stepped into his father’s house, pulling me with him as Arlo followed along behind us. One of Gennaro’s bodyguards opened the door and had thrown me a rather disapproving look. No doubt this was only the first of many, given I hadn’t exactly been invited to Zayn’s family dinner. Gennaro wouldn’t be happy with my presence at all. Not to mention what he was going to think about his son blatantly disregarding his order to stay away from me.

I was pretty sure my grip on Zayn’s hand was hurting him, but he didn’t say a word about it. He knew I was nervous about coming here tonight. I’d told him as much before we left the house. It was going to be a disaster in the making. Zayn kept telling me Gennaro wouldn’t make a scene, but I wasn’t so sure about that.

“Breathe, Tink,” Zayn murmured as he let go of my hand and helped me out of my coat, handing it off to the bodyguard.

“I’m trying,” I whispered back, taking a hold of his hand again. I needed him to ground me.

I might be strong and confident in myself, but I was out of my element here. I didn’t know how my presence would be received by the rest of his family.

Zayn leant down and pressed his lips to my forehead as he led me into a room just off the hallway. It was his way of reassuring me, but it didn’t do any good. I was still feeling like we were walking into the lion’s den.

The moment we entered, the conversation drew to a dramatic halt. All eyes were on me and Zayn. It made my skin itch all over.

My gaze was drawn to Gennaro first, who was standing with a woman who looked to be in her late forties. She had pale skin, auburn hair and grey eyes. Sat on a sofa next to her were three women. The eldest had dark blonde hair, pale skin and brown eyes. Next to her was a woman with dark brown hair, tanned skin and brown eyes, like her sister. Last was a girl who looked to be not much older than me. She had tanned skin, dark brown hair, grey eyes behind her glasses and her nose buried in a book. She looked up, her eyes searching past me and Zayn to land on Arlo. Her cheeks went red almost immediately. I didn’t have to question why that was as my eyes took in the other two occupants in the room who were standing near the bay windows, Zayn’s brothers, Gil and Enzo. Clearly, she had a crush on Arlo. Why else would she be going red?

“Good evening, I hope you don’t mind me bringing a guest, Father,” Zayn said with no emotion in his voice.

The way Gennaro’s eyes darkened at Zayn’s words had me trembling. I shouldn’t be afraid. I knew Zayn would protect me, but the fact he’d told me Gennaro wouldn’t hesitate to have me killed if I got in the way weighed heavily on my mind.

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