31. His Sinner
Chapter thirty-one
His Sinner
Mason is out cold next to me, his soft snores filling the room. He took his sleeping meds before bed, the ones his doctor prescribed to help with the stress from work. Once they hit, he’s gone; dead to the world until morning.
Normally, it’s a comfort—his steady presence, his calm breathing. But tonight, it’s a reminder of how far I’ve drifted from him, of how wrong everything feels.
I stare at the ceiling, the faint glow from the streetlights outside creeping through the curtains, casting shadows across the room. My mind won’t stop racing, replaying Mason’s words about those women, his casual dismissal of something that felt too much like me.
“Messed up.”
“Unwell.”
He has no idea. No idea that’s exactly what Dominic pulls out of me. That’s what makes me feel alive, makes me feel more myself than I’ve ever been.
And the worst part? It’s not just the past haunting me. It’s now. Every touch, every word, every look—Dominic is still under my skin, a part of me I can’t shake, no matter how hard I try.
I shift onto my side, facing Mason and stare at him for a long moment, trying to summon that connection I used to feel, that warmth and safety. But it’s not there. Not tonight.
Sighing, I roll onto my back again, staring at the ceiling, my chest tight with frustration. I want to scream, to cry, to claw out the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside me. But instead, I just lay there, still, letting the minutes drag on like hours.
And then I see him.
At first, I think it’s a trick of the light, a shadow cast by the lamp on the bedside table. But no, it’s him.
Dominic’s standing at the edge of the room, half in the shadows, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me. His stance is casual, but there’s nothing casual about the way he looks at me, like he’s stripping me down with just his eyes.
My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounding so hard I’m sure it’ll wake Mason. I don’t move, frozen in place, my mind racing. He said he wouldn’t come back unless I call or came to him.
But here he is, like he’s always been, slipping through the cracks, finding his way back to me no matter how hard I try to push him out.
He steps closer to the bed, the floorboards silent under his boots, his movements slow and those green eyes locked on mine. Then he lifts a finger to his lips, a silent command to stay quiet, and my body obeys before my mind can catch up.
I glance at Mason, who hasn’t stirred, still lost in whatever drug-induced haze he’s under. Dominic watches me, his head tilting slightly, that familiar smirk playing on his lips like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And maybe he does.
“Dominic,” I whisper. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer, just keeps walking, his steps slow like he’s savoring every second of the tension crackling in the air. When he reaches the bed, he crouches down beside me, his face inches from mine.
“Miss me, Little Sinner?” he murmurs, his voice low and taunting and his breath warm against my skin.
I sit up, my hands gripping the edge of the blanket, my mind racing. “You can’t be here,” I hiss, keeping my voice low so I don’t wake Mason. “He’s—he’s right there.”
I stare at him, my breath coming fast, my chest tight with panic and anticipation. “You need to leave, Dominic,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Now. Before he wakes up.”
He chuckles softly, leaning closer, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “You don’t want that,” he says, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. “If you did, you’d have screamed the second you saw me. But here you are, whispering and trying not to wake him. Like you don’t want to lose this moment.”
My mouth goes dry and I try to defend myself, but the words don’t come, instead Dominic’s smirk fades and it sends a shiver up my spine. “You’ve been thinking about me,” he says, his voice low, rough, like gravel scraping against steel. “I could feel it.”
“I wasn’t—” I start, but the words die in my throat as he leans down, his face inches from mine, his scent—pine and motor oil—wrapping around me like a net.
“Don’t lie to me, sweet girl,” he says, his voice soft but with an edge of a warning in it. “I can see it all over you. You’ve been restless, haven’t you? Lying here, next to him, thinking about me. About what I do to you. About what you need.”
I shake my head, though the lie feels hollow, even to me. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
“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.