A hot mess

Chapter 17

Aria

"She's awake." I heard mumbling voices, as I regained my consciousness. My sight was still blurry and my head hurt like hell.

The banging head ache was something else, like I had hit my head on a rock with unimaginable force.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" my Mom passed a glass of water to me, while helping me sit up on the bed.

"What happened? Ugh, my head hurts so much." I complained, placing my hand on the side of my head.

"Dear, you had a brutal fall. Lucky for you, The boys were there to bring you back home," she said with a smile.

I don't remember falling nor do I reoccur how I ended up with a disturbing headache.

Really? Did they actually save me?

"Um... Thanks," I said, with an awkward tone.

As my Mom left my room, they followed suit except Evander. He remained seated on my bunny shaped cushion, unbothered my inquisitive stare.

"Aren't you leaving?" I asked, getting irritated of his presence.

He gazed at me under his dark long lashes. A jolt coursed through my body like an electric spark, igniting my hormones.

"Stop staring at me like that. It's uncomfortable," I breathed out, briefly closing my eyes before opening them again.

I backed away in shock from his sudden closeness. ‘How the hell did he walk from that distance without me noticing?'

"What are you doing?" I asked, gulping down my saliva that I didn't know I was holding.

His closeness ignited an uncontrollable desire within me. It was a painful attraction. A want that I desperately needed but couldn't afford to lose my ego.

"Why do you feel it too?" he mumbled, loud enough for me to hear.

"Get away from me," I muttered, getting hornier every passing second.

I needed to get away from him as soon as possible.

"Don't resist it, Aria. It will only get worse," he muttered, trapping against the headboard of my bed.

"What do you mean by...it will...ah..." oh my God, I just moaned for no reason.

My insides were on fire, like that of an animal in heat.

I grabbed my pillow and tried not to scream, not in front of Evander, never.

"Can you just... leave?" I managed to say, holding on to my dare life because one wrong move and I would end up a hot mess, embarrassing myself for a lifetime .

"Didn't I just tell you not to resist? Why are you so stubborn?" he questioned with a husky voice as if he was affected by me.

"I don't understand what you mean. So please, go away," I begged, letting out another throaty moan.

He grabbed my neck and brought my face closer to his. At that moment, I noticed his eyes dilate and blacken with hunger, an unexplainable desire to devour.

Just before I could stop him, slammed his lips on mine, undid the zip of my trousers and dipped his long and strong fingers inside me.

I felt an electric explosion inside me as he brought my body to life. The pain I felt before was replaced with unfathomable pleasure.

"Your phemone, it's maddening," he growled deepening his plunge. I instantly went crazy as he quickened the pace of his fingers.

Whatever he had just said flew out of my head because at the moment, my brain wasn't at its best. Not when, Evander Bianchi has his fingers inside me.