LOGINAria's POV
"I will let you pick the song, little Red. Surprise me." He replies and I could have sworn that his lips grazed my skin lightly but maybe that was my mind playing tricks on me. I nod my head in response cause I couldn't trust myself to speak right now. This hot ass man, we will be calling him that since I don't know what his name is. Anyhoo, he returns to his seat on the couch and leans back with his legs spread out in front of him. I clear my throat and start fiddling with the sound system. After I find the song I was searching for, I grab the remote and position myself in front of this man that I still don't know what his name is. I brace myself and lock eyes with him before hitting the play button on the remote. The sound of The Weeknd's 'Earned It' fills the room. I have done this routine more times than I can count. Without breaking eye contact, I start by taking off my robe as slowly as possible. I pull on the fragile string that is holding the fabric together and slowly loosen it. The robe parts revealing the swell of my breasts, the smooth skin of my stomach, thighs, and nipples that is pushing against the fabric of the bra. I run my finger down my body, starting from the base of my neck down to my shoulders where I push the robe off my body leaving me in just the tiny bra and panties. Then I start dancing and moving to the beat. I could feel his gaze on me, tracking my every move. He did not take his eyes off me for a second. I move to the pole and continue my routine before getting down on my knees and crawling to him slowly. I stop between his legs that were spread out and look at him through my lashes. The intensity and heat in his eyes surprise me and my chest tightens with want. God, I want him, I want him to touch me, I need to touch him. I snap out of my horny haze and start moving my hands from his legs slowly and firmly up to his thighs, he is so tense and firm and hard. My mind starts conjuring images of his hard body on mine, hovering over me, watching me through those hooded eyes. I can see how much the dance affects him, the bulge in his pants is a dead giveaway for how much the dance affects him, how much he wants me. Bypassing his dick, I move my hand up his hard chest and he leans back further to give me room. I ran my hand up his chest and couldn't resist rubbing his nipples with the pad of my index fingers. His breath hitches at that but he didn't make any move to touch me or even talk to me. I turn my back on him and slowly plant my ass between his widespread legs directly on his penis. I swallowed the moan that threatened to escape from my throat. This isn't part of the routine. This is just my horniness taking over my mind and body. I close my eyes and shamelessly start whining and rubbing my pussy all over him, I let out a small whimper when I finally found the angle I needed and I could have sworn I heard him groan but I was in too deep to be sure. I rub myself all over him, completely disregarding the music that was playing in the background. God, I need him to touch me, I desperately need to feel his hot hands on my body... "Let me touch you." He says. He wasn't asking for permission. He was just saying. As much as I want him to touch me, as much as I need him to touch me, I have to say no. "No," I say and move my body even further on his dick, rocking him slowly. He lets out a groan and tightens his hand into a fist. "I can make you feel much better, Princess. Just let me touch you." He says, a little hint of desperation creeping in. I can't give in now. That will be too easy for him. I don't know the man but I get the sense that he is someone who always gets his way. Not this time though. "Tell me. Tell me what you will do to me if I let you touch me." He leaned closer till I could feel his lips brush my earlobes lightly as he spoke. "I will start by teasing you, Princess. Imagine my fingers slowly moving down your neck to the space between those boobs, my fingers are slowly creeping closer to those pink nipples that are so tight and hard and crying for my touch. I won't touch you immediately though, I'm going to take my sweet time with you...kissing and nibbling my way down your neck, making sure to leave marks so everyone knows what you have been up to...." The sound of his voice coupled with the dirty things he is whispering in my ears makes me even hotter with need and I start whimpering and grinding him harder. I let out a soft moan that sounded almost like a sob. "Shh, keep going, Red. Take what you need, use me." He whispers, soothing me. "You want to know what I would do to you next?" He asks and I nod my head frantically. "I will finally put you out of your misery and touch, not your nipples though, just the areola...I will rub my finger all over them while sucking and biting the globe of your breast." "More..." His lips twitch a bit. "I will make you beg for it, Princess, my fingers or my mouth, which one will it be?" "Both," I answer greedily. He lets out a laugh and the feel of his breath on me and the way his chest vibrated gave me goosebumps. "I will take your nipples in my mouth, tease the hard peak slowly with my tongue while rubbing and pulling the other one between my fingers." I shudder at that. "You like that, don't you my dirty little Red?" I let out a sound that I didn't know I was capable of making. "I will suck you hard and deep into my mouth, biting, pulling, twisting, and soothing you with my tongue." My head falls on his chest and I let out a loud moan. "Oh my God." My waist starts moving faster and my movements become frantic, blindly chasing the high I so desperately need. "That's it, little Red. Take what you need." He says softly. "You are a dirty little girl, aren't you?" He asks and I nod frantically. "I knew the moment I saw you in that little red lingerie. I could tell how much you wanted my cock, you just couldn't resist it." He continues. "You look so fucking good, so hot sitting on my cock and rubbing your sweet pussy all over me. I bet you are soaking wet right now." I nod "yes, I am. I need..." "Lose the panties." He ordered and he didn't have to say it twice, my finger moved to the tiny strap and pulled on it, it gave immediately and I quickly threw the fabric away. "Touch yourself. Show me how much you want this cock." It was like he had hypnotized me cause I didn't even think twice before following all of his instructions. I put my fingers between my thighs gathering my wetness and spreading it. "You are so fucking sexy, look at that pussy, pink and swollen and dripping wet...is that for me, Red?" I nod "Yes yes" "Now touch your clit for me, Princess. Rub yourself, do it for me, slowly and gently." I move to obey him and as soon as I touch my clit, I barely last five seconds before my orgasm hits me hard. "Oh fuck. Fuck Fuck!" I moan as my body shakes violently. "Shhh, I got you. I got you." He keeps whispering in my ear until I come down from my high. I jump out of his lap when the fog in my brain finally clears and I realize what I have just done. "Oh my God. Oh my God." I start chanting repeatedly. "Red..." He calls out my name while standing up from the couch. I panic and quickly grab the discarded robe on the floor. "I'm so fucking sorry. I have got to go." I said before bolting from the room leaving him shocked.Aria's POV "So what? You are going to be an actress now?" Mia asks, more like mocks. She has been at it since I told her about my interaction with the handsome stranger. "I cannot act for shit and you know that," I reply with a roll of my eyes, and I snatch the bowl of ice cream away from her lap. I dig my spoon into it and take a spoonful. I have been thinking about his offer all day, not that I have any plan to call him and take the offer, but I have just been curious and wondering if maybe it could work. "They could coach you or something. I can't lie you have the looks and everything..." Mia trails off. "Just not the talent but it is something you can work on." She adds. To be fair, my chances of getting another corporate job are very very slim because of the whole scandal surrounding my little stunt in my previous workplace. This is the most decent offer I have gotten from many different people since the news broke. "Who knows? He could be running some shady business. What
Aria's POV "Excuse me, am I interrupting something?" A voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "No, no. You are not interrupting anything." I answer and stand up as fast as I can and look up at the person who spoke. I try to school my expression and try not to show my emotions on my face. The first thought that runs through my mind is how good he looks. He is one hell of a man. He is gorgeous. Dressed in an expensive suit— I know it's probably expensive because I have been seeing a lot of expensive suits on Ronan, I can recognize one when I see it now. He appears well groomed, a neat low cut hair with waves, well defined hairlines and even in the dim light of the club, his skin looks evenly toned. Unlike Ronan's stiff and stoic demeanor, he is relaxed with a strong jawline and a smile that makes him look more approachable and charming.My cheeks stain when I realize that I have been staring at him the entire time without asking what he would like to drink. "I'm so sorry." I apologize
Ronan's POV Maybe I went a little too far. Perhaps I shouldn't have said the things I told her that night. Fuck it, I should never have set foot in that club in the first place. I shouldn't have listened to Matt, I should have left the moment I saw her going on the stage. I did leave. I mean, I tried to leave. I didn’t make it to the door though. I barely watched her dance for a few seconds and I just couldn't take it anymore so I left, or I at least tried to but I somehow ended up going to her dressing room and doing those things to her. I couldn't help myself. I needed to see her, to touch her, to feel her. Then I realized it would be easy, it would be very easy for me to forgive her, for me to fall back into her arms, into the webs she has woven so tightly and I just couldn't have that so I flipped. I switched up on her and said so many hurtful things to her. I saw the hurt in her eyes and the way her eyes filled up with unshed tears but I was far too gone to give a fuck or
Aria's POV "What do you want Adrian?" I ask, the malice dripping from my eyes would be enough to make a normal person freeze and back off but not my psychotic brother, it feels like he feeds on it, feeds on my anger. "I have been trying to reach you for a while now, Juliette..." I smack the towel in my hand on the counter, drawing the attention of everyone around us. I shoot them a small smile. " Don't Juliette me, Adrian." We are currently in Luna. I started working here a little over a week ago. It took a lot of convincing to let Mia let me do this. I convinced her that I needed to get busy until I can figure out what to do next. I didn't tell her the real reason why I needed to keep my mind busy. I have replayed the scene from that night, I have his words imprinted on my heart, everything he said to me, every single word cuts deep in my heart. It's even more complicated because some part of me completely understands him, a part of me gets it, and can't even blame him for the th
Aria’s POV “Answer me, Ms. Winslow. Did you have fun?” He asks again. I should say no, that feels like the right thing to say right now but where is the fun in that? His hold on my hair is so tight that it hurts, but in a good way. My asscheeks still sting from where he had just spanked me. I didn’t know spanking could feel so good. I mean it stung but in a way that makes my pussy weep. “Yes.” I choke out. He spanks my ass again, hard and so suddenly, I didn’t get a chance to swallow my moan. “You liked that? Dancing like that in front of everyone? You liked it?” He asks while massaging my ass softly, soothing the sting. “Yes yes, I loved it,” I answer, low-key goading him into spanking me again. He tightens his hold on my hair and yanks it backward until my head rests on his chest. He continues rubbing my ass, alternating between a forceful grip and a soft one, rubbing and squeezing and moving closer and closer to the spot between my legs. My legs turn to mush, and my hands ar
Aria's POV "You cameee!" Mia screams as soon as she sees me. She runs right out of the bar and jumps into my arms. I had to listen to Mama and step out of the house. I had nowhere else to go. I was a little tempted to go to Ronan's hotel, but that would have been an act of foolishness on my part, so I just opted for the only place I knew I would be welcomed—Luna. I let out a startled laugh. "I missed you too, baby," I say while returning her hug. I missed her a lot. If she weren't so busy, we would have spent the entire week together throwing a pity party for me but she was so busy (which is largely my fault), I had to throw my party alone. "I'm so sorry I couldn't stay with you all week. There is just so much to do here, and there are so few staff members. I have started bartending, can you believe that?" She says after pulling back from the hug. "It's a good thing, right? You are not mad at me or anything?" I ask her. She cups my cheeks between her hands and squeezes them. "Yo







