Page 38 of Sinful Storms

And then she’d said those words…

You’re the one who outshines everyone, and you know it. No one can take their eyes off you, not even me.

I couldn’t fuckingthink. Now, here I was, with one hand on the door to the bedroom I used when I stayed here and the other grasping a small, rectangular box. A box I’d retrieved from the small safe my uncle thought he was clever by hiding behind an oil painting, as if that wasn’t the most cliché move ever. He even had the same combination my father used for his own safe and, apparently, my grandfather, too. Yes, the Smith-Chamberlains passed their combination codes down the family line. Fucking ridiculous, not to mention it meant security was almost non-existent, but it was convenient, I guessed.

Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. While I’d been gone, Aria had turned on one of my bedside lamps, and she was now standing in front of the windows, staring outside. She was completely still, not even moving at the click of the door when I closed it behind me.

I came up behind her, opening the box. The contents glimmered, catching the light. It was then that I realised my palms were sweating and my hands were shaking.

What the actual fuck was I doing?

“A-Aria.” I cleared my throat. She tilted her head, and I panicked, snapping the box shut and shoving it into my pocket.

“Where did you go?” Her voice was flat, and I had no idea what she was thinking.

“Nowhere.”

“Right.” She turned to face me, and my gaze caught on the faint marks on her throat. My weird moment of nerves faded away, and a smile curved over my lips as I tilted her chin tothe side to take a closer look. She exhaled unsteadily. “Admiring your handiwork? How am I going to explain this? Again?”

“Hmm.” I trailed my nose up her throat. “I guess you’ll have to tell them the truth. Tell them I got my hands on you, and you fucking loved it.”

“Liar.”

“You’re the liar, Aria.” I pressed into her, biting back a groan at the friction against my hardening cock. “We both know you love it when I touch you.”

“You arrogant fucking bastard,” she whispered as I placed my mouth over one of the marks, sucking to create a deeper bruise. “Get away from me.”

I lifted my head. “If that’s what you want.” Releasing her, I took a step back.

“You owe me.”

My brows rose. “For what?”

“For starting something and not finishing it.” Her gaze flicked down to my erection tenting my trousers. “You really like marking people up that much?”

Slowly, I shook my head, answering her honestly, although I couldn’t say why. “Not people, Aria.You. Now, what is it you want from me? You tell me to get away from you, and then you say I owe you. I’m gonna need you to spell out what it is you want because I’m at a loss.”

“Make me tell you.”

I was so fucking confused and turned on and, honestly, quite pissed off. That was the Aria effect, I guessed. “You want me to make you?”

“Yes,” she bit out. Fucking fine. If that was what she wanted.

“Kneel.”

“You—”

“Fuckingkneel.Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Her eyes widened, but then her gaze grew dark and heated. Gracefully, she lowered herself to the floor. My cock jerked. Seeing my strong-willed little scorpion willingly follow my commands was a rush like no other.

I stared down at her. Her back was straight, and her chin was held high as her eyes remained connected with mine, defiant even in her apparent submission. She held all the power, and she probably knew it, too.

“Take my dick out,” I said softly. As she lifted her hands, raking her nails lightly over my thighs, I groaned. I was so fucking hard. But after I’d given her a pearl necklace—a poor substitute for the piece of jewellery I really wanted to give her—I’d make sure she was left so satisfied that no one else would ever come close to the pleasure I managed to give her.

My jaw clenched. I didn’t want to think about anyone else satisfying her.

Her hot mouth closed around the head of my cock, and all thoughts of other people flew from my mind.“Fuuuck, how are you so good at this,” I moaned, more of a statement than a question, as she took me deeper, doing a flicking thing with her tongue that made my dick jerk. She took a deep breath through her nose as I pushed forwards, her eyes filling with tears as her lips stretched around my girth.

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