Chapter Four A night I won't forget
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Aria's Pov
He kissed me again, harder. My mouth opened for me, and our tongues met in a fiery clash that sent shivers down both our spines. His hand traced the curve of my breast, and he felt my body respond immediately, my n*****s hard, sensitive to every touch.
I moaned softly into his mouth as he cupped me, teasing me slowly through the thin fabric. My back arched, pushing myself closer to him, silently begging for more.
I couldn’t breathe.
Not because i was suffocating, but because every part of me was alive. His lips, his touch, his body pressing into mine, it was too much and not enough at the same time.
When his hands slid lower, teasing me with skill and purpose, I lost it. My body moved on its own, grinding slightly against him. The pressure, the heat, it was maddening.
He pulled away just enough to meet my eyes again.
“You're driving me insane, Aria.”
“Then don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please... don’t stop.”
His hand moved behind my neck, pulling me into another heated kiss, while his other hand claimed me like he owned me, his touch rough, demanding, and yet, addictive.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. Every breath, every heartbeat felt like fire
I was losing herself, and so was he.
His lips, my moans, my body melting under his touch—it was intoxicating. But I knew this couldn’t go too far. Not here. Not now.
Not when i was still drenched in alcohol and desire. He needed me sober. He needed me aware.
He pulled away, breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against mine
“I said I wouldn’t stop if you stayed,” he said, my voice raw. “But I can’t take you... not like this. Not when you're not thinking clearly.”
I looked up at me, my eyes glassy but full of longing.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” i whispered.
He brushed my hair away from my face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. “You think you’re ready for me, Aria. But I’m not the man you fantasize about. I break things. I ruin them. I ruin people.”
I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “Then ruin me.”
He smirked darkly. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”
"You can't leave me like this, you have to finish what you started please."
I pulled him back and kissed him again. His hands slid down my thighs.
My heart raced like never before. My body loved it. My body needed it.
His hands teasing my waistline under my dress. Soon he moved his hand to my c**t.
I let out a soft moan.
He shifts my panties by the side and touched my c**t.
"You're so wet Aria, just for me"
"Yes daddy" i replied.
He rubbed my c**t in circles. I lost my mind at that moment. He kissed me again.
"You're so f*****g wet, it's soo slippery" he said as he pulled from the kiss
"Yes daddy......yes" i moaned
He pulled from my lips immediately and went for my neck. He knew how to use his tongue so well. He licked my upper body while rubbing my p***y.
He groaned. His groaning made me even crazier.
Just then, i was about to c*m, he insert his hand inside my p***y and increased his pace
"Yes.... yes right there.... don't stop" I moaned loudly
And just then i came. The relief i felt, we were both breathing heavily.
Soon enough he pulled away. He smirked at me and went over to wash his hands.
"Clean yourself and go home" he said and with this, he left the restroom immediately.
“You need to rest,” he said coldly. “Get your head straight.
I blinked at him, stunned, confused. My lips still swollen, my dress slightly rumpled, my chest heaving. I looked like a goddess wrecked by desire.
He left.
Just like that.
I sat on the counter, breathing hard, lips tingling, chest rising and falling. My heart was thundering. My body still throbbed for him. Every nerve screamed for more.
But he’d left me there.
And yet, somehow, I didn’t feel rejected.
No—he wanted me. I saw it in his eyes, felt it in every kiss, every touch. He was holding back, but not forever.
Marco thought I’d break because of him. That I’d cry and beg.
But no. I wasn’t that girl anymore.
Now, I’d seen what I wanted.
And I was going to have him.
Damian wasn’t just a man. He was danger wrapped in a dark suit, power in the form of temptation. And I was ready to be burned.
Even if it destroyed me.
I got down from the countertop and cleaned myself up, the moment i opened the door to leave, i felt dizzy, probably due to the alcohol and the encounter i just had.
Fiona came immediately. i could see her even though my eyes weren't seeing clearly.
And before you know it, i collapsed.
Aria’s POV
Aria woke with a start, her head pounding as though a hammer was striking against her skull. She groaned, burying her face into the silk pillow.
“Oh God, why does my head ache so much?” she muttered, her voice hoarse.
The memories from the night before trickled back, slowly at first, then in vivid flashes that made her body stiffen.
That kiss.
Those hands.
The way he touched her like he owned her.
The fire he ignited in her from his fingers…
The orgasm she had from just his fingers.
Her hand flew to her chest as the realization hit her. She had done something reckless, something unforgettable.
The door creaked open and Fiona stepped in with a small tray in her hands.
“Aria, you’re awake.” She placed the tea on the nightstand and gave her a concerned look. “Here, drink this. It might help with the hangover.”
But Aria barely heard her. She sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket tighter around her bare shoulders, her expression one of utter disbelief.
“I kissed a man last night,” she whispered, as if saying it aloud would make it more real. “I don’t even know who he is, Fiona. I let him touch me.”
Fiona’s eyes widened slightly, then softened as she sat beside her.
“It’s okay—”
“No, it’s not!” Aria cut her off, her voice trembling. “I barely knew who the man was, yet I let him… I let him get intimate with me. What kind of woman does that make me?”
“You were drunk, Aria. You weren’t thinking straight. It was a mistake.”
Aria stood, pacing the room in frustration. “He kissed me like he knew me. Like he owned me. And I....I didn’t stop him.”
"I feel so....... cheap." She stared at her reflection in the mirror, disgusted. “Like a slut.”
Fiona stood, placing a firm hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Aria, stop saying such things about yourself. Stop blaming yourself. Marco broke you, Aria. He humiliated you, and you’re still trying to pick up the pieces. This… this wasn’t your fault.”
Aria’s expression darkened at the mention of Marco. Her fists clenched.
“No, Fiona. This was his fault. He’s the reason I was drunk. He’s the reason I was vulnerable. He’s the reason I ended up in a stranger’s arms!” Her voice rose with each word.
“Aria—” Fiona tried to speak, but Aria turned to her with a fiery determination in her eyes.
“I’ll make him pay,” she said through gritted teeth. “I’ll make Marco regret ever betraying me. He thinks he’s won? He hasn’t seen anything yet.”
Fiona raised a brow. “Okay… so what exactly do you plan to do?”
Aria paused. Her next words came with chilling clarity.
“I’m going to marry his father.”
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