6. Aria
6
ARIA
Y ou’re what?” Dion whisper-shouts.
He is frozen in place, eyes wide and unblinking, seemingly caught in a state of utter shock and confusion.
I had a feeling he wouldn’t take this news well. I don’t know why I didn’t tell him I was a virgin from the beginning. I’m not ashamed. I’ve purposely never slept with anyone— I wanted to give my virginity to the man I’d fall in love with and marry.
I’ve always believed in love stories. To me, they’re like whispered promises in a world that sometimes feels too chaotic. And God knows, being the daughter of an important figure in the mob is no easy feat. I needed something to cling to.
I know that love isn’t always perfect, but my mother told me it was worth fighting for. So , I grew up thinking I’d find my own happily-ever-after. That I would find a man to love me, cherish me, and who’d want to spend the rest of his life by my side.
That’s until my dreams got shattered by my father.
Playing with the ends of my hair, I meet Dion’s gaze. “ I’m a virgin,” I repeat.
“ What the fuck, Aria ? Couldn’t you have said so before I stuck my dick inside you? No wonder you’re so goddamn tight,” he argues, though it’s not anger lacing his tone but apprehension. “ I don’t want to hurt you.”
My heart flutters, his concern catching me off guard. No one takes the time to ask about my well-being anymore. Dion cares enough to worry about me, which reaffirms that I made the right decision.
“ I didn’t know how to tell you,” I say, honestly.
Dion scoffs, voice rising. “ Why the fuck would you let me do this, Aria ?”
“ Don’t yell at me,” I snap, but I can’t hide the hint of hurt in my tone.
He runs a hand through his short, brown hair. “ Gamoto , Signómi . I just can’t believe you’d let me take your virginity,” he says, as if it’s a terrible thing, and my vulnerability makes way to anger.
“ Is the thought of fucking a virgin that bad?” I spit. “ Would you have said no if I told you?”
“ That’s what you took from what I said?” A wave of hysterical laughter overtakes him, his eyes wide with disbelief. “ Come on, Aria . We could’ve at least had a conversation about it.”
“ I didn’t want to talk about it, Dion . It’s my decision.” How dare he…
He braces his arms on each side of my body and leans down, a menacing look on his face. “ No , little liar. It’s our decision. As much as I fucking love the idea of taking your virginity, it would’ve been fair for me to have known at least.”
“ What about my virginity makes it our decision, Dion ?” I grit out. “ My body, my choice.”
“ It’s not about that, Aria . Fuck , take a second to understand. I don’t want you to regret this,” he says, sounding exasperated. I pause. Something about his demeanor strikes me as sincere.
He looks into my eyes, and I hold his steady gaze. It’s devoid of any pretense.
Everything with Dion feels real and unfiltered, and it scares the shit out of me.
As I observe him, still lying underneath him, practically naked, I feel nothing close to uncomfortable. Through this whole conversation, Dion hasn’t pulled out, his dick still hard. It’s throbbing inside me, and I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me so badly.
Dion is still wearing his suit, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, showing a hint of his broad chest. A lock of hair falls across his forehead, and I can’t help but imagine gripping onto it with my fingers and he drives into me.
My breath catches as I take in the sight of him.
I never knew having sex could be like this and we haven’t even had sex.
I wiggle my body under him, and a moan slips out of my mouth. I close my eyes.
“ Aria ,” Dion scolds. “ Stop moving.”
“ Or what?” I taunt. “ You’re going to fuck me? That’s what I want.” I bite my bottom lip. I realize having sex with a stranger isn’t the wisest choice, but there’s something about Dion I can’t shake. An inexplicable tug at my heart.
You’re getting engaged , I remind myself. Any notion I had that any of this could become something disappears, dissolving into nothing. But I won’t let it deter me from the moment.
Dion growls, the sound going straight to my center.
“ Please ,” I beg, shifting my body under him once more.
His resolve breaks, and he starts to move. “ We’re going to talk about this when we’re done, Aria . But I can’t stand being inside you without fucking you for another second.”
I nod, tingles exploding over my entire body. Dion pulls his dick out slowly and shoves it back in enough times for my pussy to lubricate again. “ Fuck , Aria . My good girl. Your virgin pussy was made for me.” He circles my clit with his thumb, making me squirm. Once his movements become smoother, he begins fucking me at a hard and steady pace.
The feeling is all-consuming, the pain gone.
“ How are you doing, baby?” Dion murmurs while pounding into me, his voice strained with pleasure.
“ Good . So good ,” I gasp. And it’s the truth. Every ridge of his cock against my walls. Every thrust sends a current of electricity through my nerves. It’s euphoric.
“ Your pussy is sobbing all over my cock, Aria . Fuck .”
When he first slid in, I admit it was painful. I almost felt myself rip. But now— I never want it to end.
“ Oh —” The words get stuck in my throat when Dion pulls back, plunging back in with the force of a hurricane, stealing the air from my lungs.
“ You’re taking me so well, astéri mou ,” he grinds out, his words only intensifying this incredible feeling of ecstasy. The sound of my arousal between our bodies echoes through the space. “ Do you hear that, baby? You’re so fucking wet for me.”
Is this what it’s like to have sex? What I’ve been missing out on all this time? No . This is what it’s like to have sex with Dion .
It’s not just the sex, but the person I’m having sex with . The way he pays attention to my every move, every sound, every reaction, careful not to hurt me.
I’ve had my fair share of experiences with guys, but none of them ever went all the way. Nothing ever came close to what I’m experiencing now.
Fuck waiting for the right man. I wasn’t going to let my future husband, a man I don’t even know, have something so sacred.
It was the last thing I had ownership of. The only thing left I could control. And no one could take that away from me.
Dion fucks me like it’s our first and last time, and a pang of sadness hits me when I realize it will be. I will soon be engaged and won’t be able to do this again. The thought makes me want to cry. Dramatic , I know. But now that I’ve gotten a taste of Dion , I’m utterly ruined for anyone else.
Sensing my head is elsewhere, Dion grabs my chin and directs my gaze back to him. “ Come on, baby. Focus on me.”
His emerald-green eyes are scorching with heat, burning like embers in a fire, drawing me in.
He lifts my hips, putting me at a different angle, and thrusts hard, hitting me at a sensitive spot. “ Oh , God . Do that again,” I moan, the sound desperate.
“ You like that, moró ? I just found your G -spot.”
He rams into me again, and my lids shut tight. When I look back at Dion , he’s sporting a huge grin. Smug asshole.
I roll my eyes.
“ What did I tell you earlier, little liar? Roll your eyes at me again, and I’ll give you a reason to,” he reminds me, and then pulls out all the way, leaving me feeling empty.
“ No !” I protest.
Dion grabs me by the waist and flips me onto my knees to face the back of the couch.
Then , I hear his belt slipping out of the loops.
Before I’m able to ask what he’s doing, he wraps the leather strap around my neck and fastens the belt buckle. When he squeezes it tight, my eyes grow wide. I try to take a full inhale, but my breath is stunted, my throat constricting.
I grab onto the belt, attempting to loosen it. Dion pulls on it hard and my body almost flies back. I can barely breathe, eyes watering, but my blood has completely rushed to my core.
“ Now , the only reason your eyes will roll back is because of the way I’m fucking you unconscious, little liar,” Dion says, his voice low and full of lust.
“ Hold on to the headrest. You’re gonna need it,” he adds, before spreading my ass cheeks open and spitting onto me. He puts his thumb right at the entrance of my asshole, the feeling causing me to jolt forward. “ One day, I’m going to claim you in each of your holes and make you mine, Aria Kastellanos .”
At this moment, I’m glad he can’t see my face. He knows I’m getting engaged and that nothing can happen after this, and yet he’s still making ridiculous promises.
This is one night, and one night only. That’s all it can be.
I jerk forward when Dion mercilessly drives into me, his thrusts drawing out cries, as he tugs on the belt strap at the same time. Each pull takes more and more air from my lungs.
I begin to panic, every breath becoming painful as I desperately crave oxygen.
Just as my vision starts swimming, Dion snaps me back to consciousness by releasing some pressure from my throat.
“ I told you.” He slaps my ass, and I let out a choked yelp. “ Not to.” Another slap. “ Roll .” Slap . “ Your eyes.” Slap . “ At me.” Slap .
“ Ah , fuck!” I shout, a burning sensation spreading across my ass cheek. My skin is pulsing. He’s fucking spanking me.
Dion lets out a wicked chuckle as he rubs the sensitive flesh with his palm. “ Don’t cross me, Aria . Take this as a reminder to never roll your eyes at me, unless you want to get punished.”
No one has ever treated me like this before and the mixed emotions dancing within me are leaving me confused. Do I like it?
I’m unexpectedly even more turned on than I was, as if the lack of air and slaps have awakened something in me. The line between pain and pleasure blurred as Dion hit and choked me, sending adrenaline through me and heightening my senses.
He continues to fuck me, and I feel my climax budding to the surface.
All the while, the pressure on my neck continues to vacuum air from my lungs. White spots start floating in my vision. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.
Dion brings his face close to my ear, his hot breath on my skin. “ You’re almost there, baby. Stay with me. Who’s my good girl?”
“ Fuck —” I croak, and he doesn’t let up.
“ Say it. Who’s my good fucking girl, Aria ?”
“ M -me. I am,” I manage to mutter.
“ That’s right. And good girls get to come. Come all over my cock like my perfect little slut.”
As if on command, I let go.
My orgasm ripples through me, and it’s an out-of-body experience. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and Dion rides them out with me, blurting out a string of curse words as his orgasm tears through him. Every sensation is amplified beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
Dion quickly loosens the belt around my neck and rubs at my sore skin. His touch is warm. “ You did so well. So good,” he praises.
He turns me around, pulls me in for a kiss, and it’s charged with a new intensity. We just had sex. I’m no longer a virgin. Holy shit.
The thoughts disappear when my body surrenders to his embrace. Our kiss is more than just the meeting of our lips. Right now, nothing else matters. I might never get to experience Dion again, but I’ll bask in the moment for as long as I can.
When we finally pull apart, I feel intoxicated.
Dion jumps up, then walks inside the house.
He reemerges with two wet towels and places one of them on my neck, the cold feeling good on my sore skin. “ Keep that there,” he instructs as he uses the second cloth to wipe between my legs.
I lean all the way back and stare at the starry sky, suddenly too embarrassed to look him in the face. Heat rises to my cheeks. I’ve never been this tended to, and it makes me feel as happy as it makes me feel nervous.
“ Don’t be shy, baby. This is part of the package,” Dion says with a grin and a lot of satisfaction in his eyes.
I groan but can’t contain my smile. “ Okay .”
Even though whatever this is with Dion is temporary and can’t go past tonight, I can truly say that I have no regrets.
Dion lifts his head from where he’s cleaning me up, his tousled hair making him look as edible as ever. “ Shall we do that again?”