33. Her Ruin
Chapter thirty-three
Her Ruin
Later on, I stand watching 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.”
“Needy?” she scoffs. “In your fucking drea—”
But I don’t let her finish. In one stride I’m in front of her, slipping two fingers into her already slick pussy and she gasps.
“Well, well. Someone’s a little liar,” I say with a smirk as I move my fingers in and out of her. “Care to explain why this cunt is dripping for me?”
She throws her head back and whimpers. “Dominic… please…”
“Hmm, baby, I love it when you beg for me,” I groan, leaning forward to lick a strip up her neck. “I didn’t get to make you come the other night at the beach house. Would you like me to? I know your fiancé doesn’t have the fucking balls to force an orgasm out of you.”
“Fuck you,” she snaps, twisting against the restraints, her wrists pulling against the cuffs holding her in place. The movement only makes her full tits bounce slightly.
“In due time,” I grin at her defiance and bite down on her shoulder leaving a deep mark as I suck on her skin.
She moans and I slip my fingers out of her, her pussy clamping down on nothing. I grin when I see the anger on her face and the way she’s flushed.
Using those same fingers, I run them over her lips before crashing my mouth to hers. She fights me at first, not opening her mouth but I don’t let her pull away. Eventually she opens for me, and when she does…
Fuck me, I forgot how good she tasted.
She moans into my mouth, and while I’m distracting her with the kiss, I remove the surprise from the back pocket of my jeans and slip it inside of her.
Aria pulls back and her eyes widen at the rough entry of the vibrator and she starts thrashing around again. That blush on her face now spreads to her neck and over her chest.
Gorgeous.
I check that the vibrator is seated inside of her nicely, positioning the clit stimulator flush against her core, then taking a step back. The way her body moves, every curve calling for my attention—it’s not just beauty.
It’s mine. She’s mine.
“Struggle for me, baby. I love it when you fight,” I say, walking backwards and sitting down on my bed. I take the circular remote control from my pocket, and I can hear her breaths coming in quick.
“Dominic… Please I can’t,” she begs, her toes barely reaching the floor. “Please—fuck!”
I shut her up by immediately turning it up to the highest vibration setting, then switching it off again. She moans and her head slumps forward as she tries to catch her breath. I wait for her to look up again before I smirk.
“You…asshole,” she breathes. “Why are you doing this? I already told you to leave me alone!”
Grinning at her defiance, I set the vibrator to a slow pulsating thrum and she lets out a groan before biting her bottom lip.
“Leave you alone? Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” I say, tilting my head to the side. “You came all over my fingers while Mason was asleep next to you. I don’t recall you asking me to stop then.”
Her toes are curling and she’s trying to push her thighs together, but that will just make her feel the vibration more. She’s panting and squirming, and yet still hasn’t told me to stop.
“M-Mason will be looking for me,” she groans, and curls her hands into fists. “You can’t keep me here f-forever, Dominic!”
I chuckle and get up, walking toward her again, and when I come to a stop in front of her, I can almost taste the need on her. Why does she keep fighting what she wants?
Drawing my hand to her nipple, I run my thumb over the hard peak and she pushes her chest out more. I can’t help but grin, knowing she doesn’t even realize what she’s just done. And proven.
“You know, every time I come to you, you tell me the same things. And yet not the two words that would end all of this,” I say, leaning toward her ear. “ ‘Dominic, stop.’ ”
She trembles, but still doesn’t tell me to stop. Instead her head drops forward and she tries to calm her breathing. Not being one to waste an opportunity, I grab her hips, lean forward, capture one of her nipples in my mouth and suck hard.
“Oh, God!”
“Say it louder. Let’s see if He’s listening,” I mock as I tease her nipple with the ball of my piercing. She shivers the more I play with both of her nipples and sink my fingers into the flesh of her hips. “You’re still not telling me to stop, gorgeous.”
Her breathing comes in short gasps now, so I know she’s about to come soon… but I can’t have that happening just yet. Sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, I pull it with my teeth and let it go, causing her to whimper.
Then I drop to my knees in between her spread legs.
She gasps and her eyes widen as she peers down at me. “Dominic, w-what are you doing?” she asks, apprehensive.
And yet, she still doesn’t tell me to stop.
I fuck her with the vibrator and she opens her legs more for me, obviously needing the friction.
“Do you need my mouth on you, baby?” I ask, running my tongue at the apex on her thigh and tasting her arousal. Watching as she tries not to moan out loud, I remove the vibrator, run it over her clit and she screams.
“Music to my fucking ears,” I groan, swirling the vibrator around and she starts trembling. “I need to eat this cunt, but you need to ask me to do it.”
Aria starts whining and speaking incoherently when I remove the vibrator from her pussy again, shaking her head.
“P…please, Dominic,” she whispers. “Please, I need… I need to—”
“What do you need, sweet girl?” I tease, flicking my tongue lightly over her clit but she moves her hips toward my mouth, I pull away. “Tell me—”
“I need your mouth on me!” she cries out, her breathing heavy. “I need to come, please… please, God, I need you…”
What a needy slut, that didn’t take long at all. A thrill of satisfaction shoots through me and I grab her thighs, spreading them for me. Fuck, she’s so goddamn wet..
“Is this what you prayed for, Aria?” I taunt, licking a slow stripe up her cunt. “Tell me, Little Sinner, how does it feel to have a devil on his knees for you, ready to worship?”
“So, so good,” she whimpers. “Please don’t stop, Sin.”
Her voice trembles as the word slips out, soft and unintentional, but it cuts through me like a knife.
Sin.
My heart stops, and I look up at her, my tongue still working slow, teasing circles against her sensitive clit as I study her face. Her eyes are half-lidded, glazed with pleasure, her head tipped back against the bars.
She’s lost in the moment, completely unaware of what she’s just said, completely oblivious to the way it’s gutted me.
My hands tighten on her thighs, keeping her spread open for me, and I drag my tongue in a languid stripe up her center, savoring the way her body shudders above me.
I move up slightly, placing a kiss just above her core, my fingers slipping lower to tease her in my absence.
“What you just called me,” I say, my tone steady, but my chest tightens as I wait for her answer. “Say it again, Aria.”
Her brows knit together in confusion, her breath hitching as my fingers slide inside her, curling just right.
“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammers, her voice breaking as her body arches into my touch.
She doesn’t realize. Fucking hell, she doesn’t realize.
I force my tongue to move again, lazy circles over her clit, my eyes locked on her face, studying her, searching for any sign that she knows what she’s done. Her hips roll against me, her hands curled into fists, and I realize she doesn’t.
The thought twists something inside me, part relief, part fury. How could she forget? How could she bury everything we were, everything we are, so deep that the name she used to call me slips out without her even realizing?
And just like that, the hope fucking dies again. She remembers something, even while I’m eating her cunt. She remembers, and the more I push, the sooner I’ll have my Little Sinner back.
I double down, dragging my tongue over her with renewed purpose, drawing out every moan, every gasp, until her body is trembling under my hands.
If she doesn’t remember, I’ll make her. If she’s buried the truth, I’ll dig it up and shove it in her face until there’s no denying it.
She continues to moan and shiver, but for some reason my mind isn’t fucking here.
Why the hell did she forget about what we shared? What happened to her after she ran away from me?
I watch her come on my tongue and pass out again, with an uncomfortable feeling pressing down on me.
“If I’m a Little Sinner, what does that make you?”
I lean down and grab her chin, running my tongue over the seam of her lips. “Your Sin, baby.”