LOGINChapter Sixty NineAriaI found out who had knocked the next morning.The summons lay folded neatly on the side table beside the bed, placed there with deliberate precision. Zane must have retrieved it after I fell asleep.Of course he had, and I knew this because the wax seal was already broken. I didn’t need to read it to know what it was.“The final hearing,” I murmured.Zane stood near the window, already dressed, already composed. If he felt any regret for ignoring it the night before, he did not show it.“They insisted,” he said. “They claimed it could not wait.”“And yet it did,” I replied evenly.“Aria.” His gaze shifted to me, slow and assessing. “Are you angry?”“No.” I met his eyes without flinching, then gave him a small smile. “I prefer knowing exactly where I stand.”A corner of his mouth twitched. “And where is that?”“Under scrutiny.”He scoffed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips,but he didn’t argue. Instead, he walked toward me , adjusting the cuff at his wrist. “
Chapter Sixty EightAriaThe weight of my own plea hung in the air, thick and desperate. I was vibrating, my skin singing from the friction of his tongue, and my bound wrists straining against the silk ropes.I wanted him. No matter how hard I tried to deny that, I just couldn't. I wanted the fullness of him to keep me grounde to the earth because right now, I was floating in a void of pure, unadulterated sensation.My skin was tingling so hard it hurt. My nipples were pebbled rocks that were literally begging for his attention, for his mouth swirling around my taut buds.In a nutshell,I was a mess and only Zane could ruin me further.Zane didn’t answer with words. Instead, I felt his hands, large, hot, and calloused, grip my waist. His fingers burned as they dug into my skin, setting the spot ablaze.He didn't untie the blindfold. He kept me in the dark, kept me guessing. In the blink of an eye, he hoisted me up, my feet leaving the cool floor, and sat me back onto the edge of the he
Chapter Sixty SevenAriaWhen the maid had told me that Zane had a surprise for me, I had no idea what I felt, but even in a million years,I never thought this was what Zane had up his sleeve.Was I complaining? No.Was I intrigued? Hell yeah.The moment the silk blindfold settled over my eyes, the world didn’t just go dark,it vanished and in a fucking good way.The flickering candlelight, the deep charcoal of my dress on the floor, the silver moon over the balcony, all of it was erased, only to be replaced by the terrifyingly sharp amplification of my remaining senses.Call me dramatic or whatever, but I could hear the heavy, rhythmic thrum of Zane’s breathing. I could smell his signature scent on his skin and the lingering, sweet spice of the lilies.Then, I heard the soft, ominous clink of metal against wood from the leather kit.Zane didn't touch me immediately. He was circling me. I could feel the shift in the air as he moved, his footsteps silent but his presence a heavy, predat
Chapter Sixty SixAria.The air in the west chambers was thick, after the words slid past his lips, not with the tension of a battlefield, but with something far more intoxicating.Maybe it was the scent of white lilies and the low, vibration of a cello that seemed to hum beneath my skin, but everything seemed to be more intensified.Zane didn't move for the bed in the corner that I was just noticing now. Instead, he took my hand, his thumb grazing my knuckles, and led me toward the balcony.A small, intimate table had been set there, illuminated by the silver spill of the moon. My breath caught when I saw the spread. It wasn't a banquet. It was small, but somehow held all the important things.Braised duck with honeyed figs and the specific, sharp scented herbs I didn't think anyone knew about here.Maybe Rhett might have had an idea,but I doubted that Zane and his son could be in the same room long enough to figure out my favorite meal."The kitchen stayed late," Zane murmured, his
Chapter Sixty FiveAriaI almost didn’t go.The invitation had arrived an hour before sunset. It has been delivered without announcement, and sealed in Zane's signature. There was no flourish, and no audience. Just my name written in ink I recognized instantly.West chambers. Tonight.There had been something deliberate about the simplicity of it, and then there was the dress.It had come separately, folded in deep charcoal silk, softer than anything I owned. When I first touched it, I told myself it was just fabric, it was just another gesture, and just strategy.But when I held it against myself, I felt the intention behind it.The cut was elegant, high neckline, long sleeves, fitted waist, but the skirt the skirt was treacherous. Twin slits ran up both sides, daring and sharp, revealing flashes of thigh when I moved. The back dipped lower than modesty required. It wasn’t vulgar, it was intimate and I hated that I understood the meaning behind it.I stood before the mirror longer th
Chapter Sixty FourZaneThe morning after the ball did not feel like victor, it felt like an aftermath. The palace corridors were quieter than usual, but not calm. Whispers lingered in corners, servants moved with careful awareness, and eyes lowering too quickly when I passed.Even a child would be able to tell why. Word had spread of the duel, the blade and the humiliation that came with it. While all of that might have been worrisome to some people, I had not slept.Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Aria standing in firelight, blood at her lip, spine straight, gaze steady, and I heard Adeline’s voice.Ask him what he told me that night.She had no right, no right to drag my name into her desperation.That was the thought that echoed in my head as I turned sharply down the eastern corridor. A maid nearly collided with me and froze mid-step.“Where is she?” I asked.“What?” Her throat bobbed. “My lord?”“Adeline.” The name tasted stale.“I…I’m not certain, my lord.” She was s
Chapter TwelveAriaI didn't know why I climbed down from the bed, and I certainly didn't know why I inched closer to Zane with every step.Gosh, I could see his lips move, but I couldn't hear a single thing he was saying.My brain was just focused on his lips.I knew he asked a question, but what
Chapter TenAriaZane leaned against the bathroom door with an easy smirk etched on his lips.His annoyingly striking facial features stared at me mockingly. His mop of long, wet black hair fell over his brooding, viridian eyes that bored holes into my body and dripped water down the center of his
Chapter FourteenAriaSlowly, I added another finger to my clit, drawing gentle, unsure strokes and circles. I gaped, feeling a rush of pleasure travel down my spine, mixing with the heat of the pre-cum dripping down my legs.My teeth clamped my lower lip so hard that it became swollen and flushed.
Chapter EightZaneAria Nightwind had never been anything but a prospective daughter-in-law to me. Make no mistake, she was beautiful.Beautiful in all the ways a blooming rose could be. But I willed myself not to spare her a second glance.I made sure I observed her with indifference then, just en







