Chapter 6
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Chapter 6 – The Night That Breaks Her Rules
Aria didn’t plan to see him again that night.
She told herself that as she kicked off her heels, as she paced her apartment, as she replayed every look, every brush of his fingers, every controlled pause that had felt far more dangerous than touch.
Her phone buzzed just after midnight.
SEBASTIAN: You’re still awake.
She stared at the screen.
ARIA: You don’t know that.
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Returned.
SEBASTIAN: You wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Not after the way you looked at me.
Her breath caught.
She didn’t respond.
Minutes passed.
Then—
SEBASTIAN: Open your door.
Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.
She crossed the apartment slowly, every step deliberate, every instinct screaming that this was the moment everything tipped beyond control.
When she opened the door, Sebastian stood there—coat discarded, shirt open at the collar, hair slightly undone like he’d run his hands through it too many times.
His gaze swept over her—barefoot, flushed, wrapped in thin cotton and restless energy.
“Tell me to leave,” he said quietly.
She didn’t.
The door closed behind him with a soft click that echoed far too loud in the silence.
He didn’t touch her immediately. Instead, he stepped close enough that she could feel his heat, his presence overwhelming in the confined space.
“You’ve been fighting this since the moment you walked into my office,” he murmured. “I need to know something before this goes any further.”
Her pulse thundered.
“What?”
“Are you here because you want me,” he asked, eyes dark and searching, “or because you think I’ll take what I want anyway?”
The question stripped everything bare.
“I’m here because I want you,” she whispered.
That was all it took.
His restraint shattered.
Sebastian’s hands came to her waist, firm but controlled, pulling her into him just enough to feel the truth of his desire. His forehead rested against hers as he breathed her in, like he was grounding himself before losing control entirely.
“Then I won’t rush this,” he said hoarsely. “I want you choosing me. Every second.”
His mouth brushed hers—once. A promise. A test.
She lifted her hands to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt, and that tiny encouragement snapped something primal loose.
The kiss deepened—slow, consuming, devastating. Not frantic. Not sloppy. Just intense, deliberate pressure that stole her breath and made her knees weak.
He kissed her like he was learning her.
Like he planned to remember her.
When he finally pulled back, her lips tingled, her pulse racing, her body humming with awareness.
“This is where your rules break,” he said softly. “If you want me to stop, say it now.”
She shook her head.
His hand slid up her back, drawing her closer, his voice dropping to a murmur against her ear.
“Then tonight,” he said, “you’re mine.”
Not owned.
Chosen.
And as he guided her deeper into the apartment, Aria knew—with a mix of fear and exhilaration—that nothing about her life would ever be the same again.
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