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Chapter nineteen: Mine. Entirely.
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His Promised Sin Chapter twenty: his shirt, his rules
Aria's povI hated how still the world felt after he finished.The bedroom, dim with low lighting, smelled like sweat and sex and something heavier—like dominance, like possession. Like a brand I couldn’t wash off.I lay there tied, limbs loose but raw. Not just from the way he’d taken me, but from the way he’d left me… exposed.Naked.Used.Claimed.And not just by his body but by his rules.The rope around my wrists wasn’t even tight anymore, but I couldn’t move. Not really. Shame coursed through me like acid in my veins, mixing with a tremble of something worse.Need.The bed creaked as Nero shifted beside me. I didn’t look at him. I focused on the ceiling which was blurry through the tears I refused to let fall.I hated crying in front of men. Especially men like him.“You’re quiet,” he said at last, voice tired from the aftermath. “Too quiet.”I kept my mouth shut.Let him wonder.“Are you hurt?”Yes. But not the way he meant.“No.”He sat up, the mattress dipping beneath his wei
His Promised Sin Chapter nineteen: Mine. Entirely.
Aria's povI was still lying there.Naked.My thighs pressed tight, my body thrumming with heat and the kind of ache that no cold could soothe. I hated how much I craved him. Hated that my mind screamed defiance, but my body was soft and ready, begging for him to return.The silk rope beneath my pillow felt like a warning.I didn’t touch myself. Not even when the phantom of his fingers teased me again. I just waited, breathing, burning.And then, I heard it.The door creaked open.Boots. Slow. Intentional.Nero.I turned my head, my voice caught in my throat, and there he was shirtless, dark eyes locked on me like a starving animal ready to feast."You obeyed."He sounded almost… impressed.I didn't reply.His jaw ticked. “Still fighting me, I see.”He stalked to the bed, undid his belt slowly, letting his pants come ffree. The sound alone made my stomach twist in want.Then he climbed onto the bed, looming above me like a god of war."You want honesty?" he growled. "You were never go
His Promised Sin Chapter eighteen: obedience is earned
Aria's pov I sat there, naked on the cold marble countertop, my skin still prickling from his touch… and absence.The ache between my thighs pulsed with humiliation, fury and a shameful need I couldn’t kill. My chest rose and fell like I’d run a marathon, and all I could hear was his voice echoing in my skull.You belong to me.I wanted to scream. Or cry. Or rip his perfect face off.Instead, I jumped at the sound of his boots returning, measured and slow like a predator confident in his prey’s surrender. He rounded the island, gaze sweeping over my body like it was a gift he’d bought, broken, and unwrapped for his own pleasure.And I hated how I responded to it.He held something in his hand.A thick leather collar.My stomach clenched.“No,” I whispered, eyes narrowing.He said nothing. Just stepped closer, so close the air grew heavy with his scent of cider and whiskey.He dangled it from two fingers. “You forgot the rules, Aria. Actions have consequences.”“You’re not putting tha
His Promised Sin Chapter seventeen: loyalty… or something like that
Aria's povI didn’t sleep.How could I?I was in an unfamiliar territory which meant that it would take Valentine a while to find me again. Nero had temporarily shut down my plans.The phone he’d left on the bed still sat untouched.A temptation.A trap.By morning, my body ached. I wore nothing but one of his oversized black shirts, the only thing I dared pull on in this glass prison. I stepped into the open-concept living space and found him seated by the floor-to-ceiling windows, coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other.He looked like a man untouched by the chaos he caused.Danger in an ironed suit.His eyes flicked to me once. No smile. Just a slow, lingering stare that made my thighs clench against my will.“Sit.”The command was casual.I didn’t move.“Aria,” he said again, lower now, warning laced in every syllable. “Sit. Now.”I dropped into the leather chair across from him, defiant.“Let’s talk about loyalty,” he began, folding the paper. “Since yours seems to be a flexib
His Promised Sin Chapter sixteen: the house of no return
Aria's pov The estate was a war zone.Guards scrambled. Sirens wailed. Metal boots pounded the marble floor. But in the center of it all, Nero stood still. His gaze was locked on the bloody black cloth and severed finger like it was a declaration of war—and it was.A war meant for me.His jaw twitched. No words. Just that eerie, calculated silence that always came before something unhinged.“You knew,” he finally said.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The symbol on the gate had spoken louder than I ever could.He turned his eyes on me and for the first time, I couldn’t tell if he was going to kiss me or kill me.“Get in the car,” he said coldly.I blinked. “What?”“You have five seconds. Five.”His voice was like razors scraping against ice.I didn’t argue and got in.We drove in silence.No guards followed. No convoy. Just his midnight black Maserati driving through back roads fast as a bullet."Where are we going?" I finally asked.He didn’t look at me."Somewhere they can't find
His Promised Sin CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE MESSAGE
Aria's pov The warmth of the bed was deceptive.It lulled me, cradled me. Gave the illusion of safety. But it was all borrowed comfort, an illusion carved from Nero’s twisted mercy.I hadn't seen him in hours.The silence was almost worse than his presence.Wrapped in fur blankets, I stared at the beautiful ceiling. My body still trembled from the aftershocks of cold. My limbs were weak, like my veins remembered the frost even if my skin had thawed.But I was alive.Barely.And I hadn’t forgotten.I was still a prisoner.Still Nero Moretti’s wife.Still a pawn in a twisted empire war.And I hadn’t stopped planning my escape.A soft knock made my eyes snap toward the door."Enter," I croaked.A maid stepped in—young, quiet, too timid to meet my gaze just like Lucia whom I hadn't seen in a while and prayed she was okay. She carried a tray. Tea again, maybe more soup. But her hands were shaking."Set it down," I said.She obeyed quickly, placing it on the bedside table. But as she turne
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