13. Dion
13
DION
T he next morning, I wake up sprawled out on my couch.
I blink, groaning as I become aware of my surroundings, and rubbing my eyes to clear the sleep from them. Memories of last night start to trickle back into my mind. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my disheveled hair.
Yesterday didn’t go exactly as planned, but I have no regrets when I think back to Aria pressed up against the tree while I watched my hard cock slide in and out of her.
I called with the purpose of asking her about the note, but when I got to the edge of the forest, the impulse to stake my claim on her again was uncontrollable. I was consumed by a burning need to mark my territory.
And I’m so fucking glad I did.
When Aria first saw me, I could practically smell the fear on her. When she understood the game I was playing, it was exhilarating to watch her embrace it and join in.
She was my prey, and I was the predator.
She’s mine. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her marry her fiancé.
I need to call Xander and have him find out who Andrew Galanis is.
I fish out my phone from my pocket, my body protesting the movement. I was so exhausted when I got home, I didn’t even make it to the bedroom. But now, as my muscles scream at me for sleeping on the couch in a less-than-ergonomic position all night, I regret my laziness.
Xander picks up on the third ring, his voice groggy.
“ Are you fucking serious, man? It’s five a.m.,” he yawns.
“ I got a name.”
I hear an exasperated sigh and some shuffling in the background, then the sound of clacking on a keyboard.
“ What is it?” he grunts.
“ Andrew Galanis .”
Xander types on the computer, and I wait. “ I got nothing. I’ll have to dive.”
“ Nothing at all?”
“ Nope . He’s definitely not from a high-ranking family. At least not in the last fifteen years.”
“ Then why the fuck would Philip want his daughter to marry him of all people?”
“ That’s a good question. We’ll have to find out what Andrew has to offer,” Xander replies.
“ And we could use that as leverage against him to get Aria out of the marriage.”
Xander chuckles.
“ What’s so funny, maláka ?” I grit out.
“ You’re down bad for that chick.”
He’s not wrong, but he can fuck off with the jokes. “ Fuck you,” I say, pursing my lips.
“ Chill , man. It’s cute.”
“ Cute ? Am I fucking five years old?”
Xander’s laughter booms through the speaker. “ Calm down, vlakas . It’s not a bad thing. Anyway , this could be useful to find out more information about Philip’s doings. I’ve been looking into his involvement with Peter Kouvalakis and the Sisterhood .”
After Ignatius was killed, Evander found a file on his computer titled ‘ The Sisterhood .’ After digging into it, he found a dark web forum with multiple users asking how to get access. From what Evan could gather at the time, it seems like some sort of secret society that only allows access by referral.
He’d found pages and pages of girl names and their information. Something shady was going on there.
We discovered that it was an organization that kidnapped girls from Greece and reformed them into child brides and sexual slaves for the rich, led by nuns. Fucking disgusting .
Evander thinks that Angelica’s father has something to do with this establishment, so naturally, Philip must be involved too. I can’t wait for these pieces of shit to get what’s coming for them.
I sigh into the phone. “ See what Marco can find and let me know. Get some sleep.’
“ I’m wide awake now, asshole. I’ll call you later.”
We hang up, and I push myself off the couch with another yawn, stretching out the kinks in my back as I make my way toward the kitchen. It’s time to brew some strong coffee and face the day.
Several minutes later, I hear the front door open.
“ Kaliméra , Heleni ,” I shout.
Helen pops into view with a large smile. “ Kaliméra , agóri mou . You look…well,” she says, after a moment of hesitation, and I snicker.
Helen has been like a mother to me. The only woman, other than my mama , that I’ve ever gotten close to. She’s always been there for me, offering advice and support when I needed it the most. I can’t imagine my life without her in it. Especially without her playfulness. Though , I’ve been careful not to let myself get too attached. I refuse to get hurt again.
“ Thank you. I got a whopping three hours of sleep on my very comfortable couch.” I grin.
She rolls her eyes. “ You’re more chipper than usual today.”
“ What do you mean?” I ask, taking a sip of my black coffee.
“ You’ve been a sad mess for two months. Ever since that girl came over and left, I’ve watched you mope around every day.”
“ I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, feigning ignorance.
“ Did you see her last night?”
I stifle a smirk. “ Maybe .”
“ That’s what I thought.”
“ Whatever .”
Leaving Helen in the kitchen, I head upstairs to take a shower. I usually start my days with a workout, but I’m too tired.
My phone vibrates in my pocket.
Little liar: Hi.
Instantly , a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Little liar . That’s how Aria saved her number in my contacts.
My phone buzzes a second time before I get the chance to respond.
Little liar: Did you steal my underwear again?
I almost spit out my coffee.
Reaching into the back pocket of my jeans, I pull out Aria’s ripped, blue thong. I forgot that I’d snatched it off her last night.
I bring the flimsy piece of fabric to my nose and inhale. Fuck . Her scent drives me wild. My cock strains in my jeans as I’m assaulted with the memory of her pussy around it.
Me: Sniffing it as we speak.
Little liar: You’re disgusting.
Me: There’s nothing disgusting about your pussy, baby.
I watch as the three dots appear and disappear in our chat.
Little liar: It’s too early for this.
I laugh, placing my coffee down on my nightstand and lying on my bed.
Me: You’re the one who texted me at 6 a.m. asking about your thong.
Little liar: Good point.
Me: Are you still in bed?
I shift on my mattress, slipping off my jeans to get more comfortable.
Little liar: Yes…
Me: What are you wearing?
Her response comes in at lightning speed.
Little liar: Nothing.
My dick stands at attention, and I groan. I’m picturing Aria , naked and tangled in her blanket…and I’m now jealous of her fucking bedsheets.
Me: Nothing?
Little liar: Uh huh. I stripped out of my clothes and jumped straight into bed after I got back last night.
Me: Show me.
It takes a minute for her response to come in. As the image appears on my screen, I bite my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Fuck me .
Her perfect tits are on full display, one pebbled nipple pinched between her fingers. Her smooth and supple stomach and her grabbable hips are begging to be manhandled.
Finally , my eyes reach her mound, and I salivate at the view of her bare pussy. I’m fucking dying to stick my tongue in it.
I throw my head back, not able to take the torture any longer. I have to relieve the ache. I quickly pull my briefs down, freeing my hard cock.
Me: Touch yourself.
Again , the text bubble appears and disappears.
Little liar: No, Dion.
Me: Why the fuck not?
Lying in bed, thinking about Aria touching herself while talking to me is already driving me wild. And her pushback only makes me want her more. I crave her lips around my dick.
If she wants to play hard to get, I’m ready to break her.
Me: I know you can still feel me inside you, little liar.
I grab the base of my dick and squeeze it tight, causing the blood to rush to the head. I let out a groan. This feels good.
Me: I’m stroking my cock thinking of your tight pussy as we speak.
Little liar: Oh God.
I wrap Aria’s torn thong around my shaft and use it to stroke the length, picturing her tight cunt swallowing me whole.
Me: Stick a finger inside, baby, and show me how wet you are.
I press send and wait for her reply. If a photo comes through, I’ll know I have her right where I want her.
A few minutes go by. I get a notification and open the attachment: a picture of her glistening fingers.
Me: Fuck, Aria. I’m gonna come.
Little liar: Me too. I’m so close already.
Little liar: Se thélo.
Me: I need to fuck you again.
I’m nearing the edge of ecstasy, feeling a tingle originate from my sack. I can barely hold on any longer. It has been a mere few hours since I was balls deep in Aria , and I already can’t wait to make her feel good again.
I click on the camera app and press record.
With one hand holding her thong around my throbbing cock, I stroke myself, starting from the base. I spit on the tip to lubricate it, then use my fingers to spread my saliva around. “ Fuck , baby. I’m going to explode just thinking about fucking you. The things I’d do to be buried deep inside your cunt again,” I grunt into the camera, my voice raw.
I rub my cock a few more times until I feel a slight prickling sensation in my nuts, then stop filming and send the video to Aria . A few moments later, I receive her response.
Little liar: Fuck. I’m coming.
Me: Let it go, moró mou. I’m right there with you.
As if on command, my orgasm overtakes me, and I release my cum into Aria’s thong. A thick coating that drips onto my abdomen. Holy fuck.
I’m sixteen again, feeling the excitement of sexting a girl for the first time.
I snap a picture of Aria’s soiled panties and send it to her.
Little liar: You’re a freak.
Little liar: I kinda like it…
I let out a deep, hearty laugh that reverberates through the room.
Me: I know you do, astéri mou.
Little liar: Don’t be so cocky.
A moment later, she sends another text that makes my heart sink.
Little liar: And I thought about it…this can’t keep happening, especially after today.
What the fuck?
I call her. She picks up on the first ring.
“ I thought we had this convo yesterday,” I grit out.
She sighs into the phone. “ Dion , I’m meeting Andrew in a few hours.”
“ Don’t say his fucking name,” I bark. Hearing that fucker’s name so soon after coming is ruining my fucking mood.
She scoffs. “ Fine . My fiancé ,” she drawls, and that makes me even angrier.
“ That’s fucking worse.”
Aria lets out a growl of frustration. “ What do you want from me, Dion ? You can’t have it both ways. You want me for yourself, but you know that’s not possible right now. Unless I miraculously find a way out of this predicament, I’m pretty much already engaged, so you’ll have to accept?—.”
“ I’ll never accept you being someone else’s, Aria ,” I seethe, cutting her off.
She exhales, her voice softening. “ Trust me. I don’t want this either, but what am I supposed to do?”
“ I’ll take care of it.”
She sneers. “ Is that your response for everything?”
“ Trust me. I will take care of it,” I argue, and hang up.
My hand trembles as I swipe it through my hair, my heart pounding against my chest relentlessly.
Aria is right. We technically shouldn’t keep doing this.
I want her, but at what cost? How far am I willing to go? Anything I do might risk compromising what Evan and I have been working toward.
Regardless , a rush of determination fills my chest.
I’m ready to do anything to make her mine.