Fifty
“A queen surrendering to her king is fierce and unbreakable. But provoke the monster, and you’ll learn exactly what it means to beg with your mouth full.”–Aria Boschett.
For one terrible second, I convince myself that Cyan is different from the rest. But he isn’t. Another man who made a fool of me.
“Dove.” My nickname on his lips is a whispered caress. “Look at me.”
I do my best to keep from crying as I raise my head. “We went through this before… why don’t you believe me? The last time I fucked Elana was about a week before I met you.”
“What about the night you took her to the mayor’s party?” The way she said it–Cyan being back in her bed just like always. “You expect me to believe you just talked?”
Cyan’s expression darkens, his entire body tightening. “Nothing happened at that party. We were there thirty minutes. Fuck Elana, she’s just spewing lies trying to undermine what we have? That bitch. I’ll make sure she never comes near you again.”
He takes a step closer to me, the heat of his rage translating into an almost tangible presence.
I step back. “I’ll say this once more, Dove.
” Cyan inclines his head so we’re face-to-face.
He leans forward, bites my bottom lip, tugs, then lets it go.
“She’s nothing but a pathetic puppet, trying to hold on to something you already own.
You should’ve known better than to give her the time of day. ”
He brushes his thumb against my lips, soothing the burn. “You should never have believed a word from her poisonous mouth.”
Elana’s smug expression replays in my mind.
She knew exactly how to hurt me. I want to believe him, but she knew him better than I do.
She looks like a mobster’s wife. I wrap my arms around myself as if trying to create an invisible barrier between myself and Cyan.
Did he think I hadn’t noticed he didn’t answer the question?
I let him know that much. “Cyan, you didn’t answer the question about you and her at the mayor’s ball. ”
“Because nothing happened. We were only there for thirty minutes when my men said you had gone on a date with Ethan. Remember?”
“You can’t just expect me to forget, to look past her obsession with you. I want to believe you, but...” My voice falters as I pull my gaze away, avoiding his eyes.
Cyan runs a hand through his hair, the frustration boiling over. “Do the words of a man-eater really hold that much weight for you? Are you gonna let her worm her way into your head when I’m standing right here, telling you her words are bullshit?”
He touches my chin and raises my head, so my eyes meet his again.
“Let this sink in. She’s jealous, trying to drag you down with her.
You need to trust me, Aria, don’t let her wreck what’s between us.
” His eyes blaze with an unyielding resolve.
“I’ll make sure Elana knows the consequences of her actions.
She crossed a line, and I will make her regret it. ”
He leans closer. “Never forget that I’m only yours.
Anyone who thinks they can come between us will face my wrath.
Remember these words, Lass. You are my obsession; you’re the one I love.
There isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross if you were on the other side of it.
” A tear slips out at Cyan’s declaration.
He licks the wetness away. “I love you, Dove.”
“I believe you, and I’m sorry I let her poison my mind.”
“Good. But next time someone comes to you with a shit story, reach out to me about it, yeah? Instead of grinding your delectable ass against a stranger.”
Cyan pauses, his icy glasz eyes narrowing. It’s clear that he pictured me dancing with Jacob. “Now, Dove, back to the matter at hand. You let Jacob touch you. How should I punish you? I should let you watch as some woman grinds her ass against my–”
“No!” The word flies out of my mouth before Cyan can finish speaking.
Cyan leans down, and his mouth curves. “Thought so. But that man put his hands on you, and the monster in me wants his due. I should have my men bring him, so you can watch as I take a blade, sever his fingers, joint by joint, and shove them down his throat while he chokes on his screams. Is that what you want, Aria? Do you want to see me paint the walls in his blood because you couldn’t behave? ”
Blinking, I knew Cyan meant every word. I don’t know where my mind was when I initiated that dance with Jacob.
It wasn’t bold. It was reckless. A petty reaction born of doubt, fear, and one tequila shot too many.
My letting Jacob touch me wasn’t empowerment; it was desperation.
A weak attempt to prove I wasn’t broken over Elana’s words.
If I could undo one moment tonight, it wouldn’t be the shots or the dancing.
It’d be letting that man put his hands on me.
That choice was mine. And it was a shitty one, because of that, I can’t let Cyan hurt him more than he already has.
“Don’t waste your wrath on him, Cyan. I’m the one who made the choice. I danced; I let him touch me. If someone must pay, it should be me. I won’t run from it.”
Cyan steps in close, his voice a low growl against my ear. “You think I don’t already know it was your choice, Aria? That’s why it cuts deeper.” His hand brushes my jaw, tilting my face toward him again. “You want to face the consequences? Fine. But understand this. You’re... only mine”
He ravishes my lips; the kiss is searing.
When he pulls away, I moan in protest. “I don’t punish you to hurt you, Aria.
I punish you to remind you exactly who you belong to.
” The sound of him undoing his zipper echoes throughout the space, bouncing off the glass walls, sealing my fate within his control.
His erection springs free, long, thick, and ruddy.
Even at this moment, the sight of him ignites a familiar, intoxicating hunger inside me.
Lust coils low in my stomach, wrapping around my senses like smoke.
“If you accept the punishment, Dove, you’ll kneel for it.
” He reaches out, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb, gaze locked on mine. “Down.”
Excitement flares in my chest. The way he’s looking at me–those sharp eyes burn only for me, telling all, every hurt, every need. His thumb still rests on my lip. This man is my everything. My heart. They’ve already surrendered.
Taking my time, I lower myself, keeping my eyes on him the whole time.
There’s no shame in my descent. It’s a choice.
My choice. Only he gets to command me. My knees hit the floor with purpose, my hands resting lightly on my thighs.
My chin lifted. Eyes daring. Breathing shallow. “Cyan, I know exactly who I belong to.”
Cyan’s lips curl into a wolfish grin, and he steps closer, towering over me like the apex predator he is. The heat rolling off him is wildfire. “Even on your knees like this? You still hold all the power... I’ll hold this image in my mind forever, Dove.”
His fingers tangle in my hair. He pauses as if daring me to look away, to stop him. “You think you made a bad choice earlier? Maybe. But this?” He tilts my head back further. “This is the right one.”
“I’m choosing you with my eyes open, Cyan.”
He smiles, almost reverent. “You’re a queen surrendering to her king.
Fierce and so beautiful.” His thumb brushes across my lips again, pressing with dangerous gentleness.
“It’s time for you to soothe this obsessive monster in me.
” I gasp, wanton excitement at the prelude of what’s coming.
It sends a low coil of heat into my core.
“Open that pretty mouth.” I do, my need clawing beneath my skin, I lean forward and take him into my mouth.
The moment my tongue flicks over the head of his shaft, his musky taste floods my senses, sending a sharp pulse straight to my body.
My nipples harden, aching for his touch.
I’m wired to him, responding to him, craving all that he is.
Cyan called this a punishment, but there’s tenderness in his touch.
In his gaze, I can see his darkness brimming under the surface.
His fingers fist in my hair, and then he thrusts deep.
I take him—every inch of him. I asked for this; I want this.
Because he belongs to me. I see him struggle to control his need to dominate.
It’s clashing with the need to cherish. I take hold of his ass and tug him forward, hitting the back of my throat.
I gag. My eyes sting, my breath hitches–and I take it. Every brutal inch.
Cyan tries to reel himself back, but I don’t let him, nails digging into flesh. I want him, all that is Cyan. I want him unleashed. Finally, the beast in him wins and breaks loose.
His pace turns brutal, possessive. I choke on his length, but instead of retreating, I continue to grip his ass, pulling him even deeper.
I want this, the raw, version of him that doesn’t hold back.
It’s what I’ve been unknowingly craving all along.
Cyan’s hand tightens in my hair, forcing me to look up at him as I take him deeper.
His lips curve into a wicked, feral smile of dark satisfaction, the gleam in his eyes as I surrender.
Saliva drips from the corners of my lips.
My throat constricts with every merciless pump and my craving for this man only heightens more.
I know the truth. He’s just as bound to me.
I, Aria Concetta Boschett, was made to take him—all of him.
The love he feels, his rage, his possessiveness, and his obsession.
My pussy tightens with need. I move one hand from his ass, slipping between my legs to chase the pleasure building inside me.
But before I can even touch my core, Cyan growls low in his throat, snatching my wrist and pinning both hands. “You don’t get to come, Dove,” he snarls, voice thick, drugged with lust. “Not without my permission.” But my body betrays me. The moment he says it, I unravel.
The tension coils impossibly tight, then snaps, sending me into a mind-shattering climax that seizes my body with wave after wave of white-hot pleasure.
My moan vibrates around his prick, and with a sharp, guttural groan, Cyan follows. His cock pulses as he spills hot and thick down my throat.
I swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him, the sound of his curse, the way his fingers tighten in my hair like he’s barely holding himself together.
When I finally release him, he exhales heavily, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. I collapse against his muscular leg, my head spinning, my body trembling in the aftermath, completely undone.