LOGINAriana's Pov He didn’t give me any reply. Didn’t even look at me. Just kept eating like my question didn’t hit him at all. My stomach twisted. Guess that was my answer. I stared at him for a long moment, heart sinking, then quietly turned back to my plate and forced myself to eat in silence. *What the hell was I thinking?* When I finally finished, I stood up without a word and carried my plate to the sink. The water had just started running when I felt him behind me. His heat pressed against my back a second before his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Do you want me to start ignoring you again?” he murmured, voice low and rough against my ear. “Keeping you at arm’s length because you’re forbidden? After all, you did say it yourself—we’re off limits for each other.” “No,” I whispered, barely getting the word out. His hands trailed down, slipping under the hem of his big shirt, pushing it up my thighs. My body betrayed me instantly, heat flooding b
Ariana's Pov: His shirt, My doubts I woke up slowly, the kind of lazy drift where sunlight hits your eyelids first and drags you out of sleep. Warm, golden light spilled across the bed, way brighter than the heavy curtains in my room back at the mansion ever let through. I blinked a few times, staring up at the ceiling, and that’s when it hit me—this wasn’t my room. The sheets felt too soft, the pillows too expensive, and the faint scent of cologne and sex still clung to everything. Last night crashed over me all at once. Kian’s hands, his voice low and rough in my ear, the way he’d fucked me like he wanted to leave a mark on my soul. My cheeks burned. I shifted under the covers and felt the deep ache between my legs, a reminder that made my thighs press together instinctively. He wasn’t next to me. The bed was empty on his side, cool like he’d been gone for a while. My stomach dropped. Of course. He probably regretted it. Woke up, realized he’d let some girl get too close, and ba
I stared down at her, chest still rising and falling fast from the way she’d come apart around my cock. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin, making her tits shine under the low light, her nipples still tight and marked from my mouth. Her pussy was puffy and red between those spread thighs, slick shining on her inner legs even after I’d pulled out. She looked fucking beautiful like this — wrecked, soft, mine. That sight made my dick twitch again, already wanting back inside her tight heat, but she was clearly exhausted, eyelids heavy, body limp against the ruined sheets. It was late. Pushing her more tonight would break her completely, and as much as the dark part of me liked that idea, I held back. For now. “Arianna,” I said, voice low. “Mhm,” she mumbled, barely there. “Come on. You need to get cleaned up before bed.” She rubbed her eyes like a stubborn kid, making that same soft “mhmm” sound. I shook my head, a smirk tugging at my mouth despite myself. “I’ll clean you up.” I
I lost whatever was left of my sanity the second his tongue dragged through my slick folds in one long, filthy stroke, tasting every drop of my release. He licked me clean with slow, thorough passes, savoring me like I was his favorite meal, then pushed his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it—curling, thrusting, devouring every inch. My hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting and pulling hard as broken, hoarse moans tore from my throat. He growled into my pussy, the deep vibration making my hips jerk violently, and sucked my swollen clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking mercilessly fast while two fingers slid back inside me, stretching and filling me again. The second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping through me without mercy. I came on his tongue with a strangled, sobbing cry, thighs shaking violently around his head as fresh waves of slick flooded his mouth. He didn’t stop—kept licking, sucking, owning every twitch, every shudder, every desperate sound until
Ariana's POV My stomach flipped at the way he said it, low and rough. I nodded and followed him into the elevator. I stared at my feet throughout the whole ride down. I don't know where my earlier courage had come from because now I was nervous as hell. He made it worse by being so quiet, just standing there without a word. The silence felt thick and heavy, making my thoughts spin even faster. We reached the ground floor and he walked towards the reception. "Good day sir," the receptionist said, all smiles. I hate to admit it but somehow it irritated me. Maybe it was how bright and easy it was. He got some keys and soon we were on our way to the penthouse he booked, yet he said nothing. We stepped into the penthouse and got into a room he opened, gesturing for me to go first. I stepped inside, my heart thudding hard. He did the same, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. I stood a few feet away from him, not sure what to do with myself. Then he stretched his hand ou
Ariana's Pov"I'm getting really curious about what's inside those gift boxes," I admitted, my eyes still fixed on them.Kian stood up without saying a word and walked over to the pile. He picked three of the smaller boxes and carried them back to the table, setting them down in front of me. My heart was already beating faster."Start with these," he said quietly.I didn’t hesitate. My fingers flew through the wrapping on the first one. Inside was a designer bag and I was very familiar, I remember it being on display at the airport that day and I had stopped to admire it but moved when I saw the ridiculous price, I couldn't believe he even realized. I turned to look at him, I couldn't stop smiling." How did you know""You stared at it way too long"I smiled. The fact he noticed it and kept it in mind to get one for me was really considerate. It made my heart warm up.The second box was surprisingly light. Curious I unrapped it the paper and froze. It was a photograph of me from the
Ariana's pov Adrain stood by the door. The shock on his face was unbelievable as his eyes darted from half naked me back to kian as though he was still trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Heat rushed to my face as embarrassment crashed over me. My hands flying to cover my chest. For
Ariana's pov "He leaves only when I say he leaves." "Which leaves me asking myself the same question." He looked at me. "Do you still love him?" I scoffed "Like it's any of your business." I turned to walk away.wasn't having this conversation with him. Not today. Not ever. His hand close
Ariana's PovSomehow, I felt better after he left.Not completely.Not enough to magically fix everything.But better.Which was annoying. Very annoying.Because now my brain wanted to start asking questions I wasn't interested in answering.Why did talking to him help? Why was he the only person i
Kian's PovI didn’t move from where I was sitting.Neither did she.The tray was still on the table between us, untouched.Her arms were folded, eyes fixed somewhere past me like I wasn’t even there.I exhaled slowly.“I’m saying it one more time,” I said, voice flat. “Pick up the food and eat.”Sh







