Semua Bab Obey me, Dean (Erotica ): Bab 31 - Bab 40

Aria’s POV: The café was empty. Not just empty of people—empty of him. Rand was nowhere in sight. My chest tightened as I spun in place, scanning every corner, every shadow. Nothing. Just the hum of the espresso machine and the low murmur of strangers. I yanked out my phone, my fingers trembling as I stabbed at the screen. Me:Rand where the fuck are you? Me: Please, you need to hurry. Me: I can’t be here for too long. Me: Rand, please say something. The messages sat there, taunting me. Delivered, but unread. No reply. No typing indicator. Just silence. Maybe he was on his way. I just had to wait a little more. ***** I waited 20 long minutes. As soon as time ran out ,I grabbed my phone. My thumb jabbed at the screen,refreshing again and again, still nothing. My stomach twisted. The single gray tick beside each message confirmed it—he wasn’t getting them. Or worse, he was and just didn’t care. *He promised. He fucking promised.* And then, as if

Aria’s POV: The second we stepped back inside, his brother’s voice cut through the room like a dull knife. “Ew, were you two out there making out?” He sprawled on the couch, grinning up at us while Jules hovered nearby, her phone clutched tight in her fingers. I recoiled. “Excuse me?” His smirk deepened, eyes raking over me like I was a joke he’d already figured out. *Making out with Rand?* Please. The idea alone was— Jules cleared her throat. “I’m leaving now, Kade. See you Friday?” She shoved her phone into her pocket and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. Ah. So *that* was the asshole’s name. **Kade.** “Aren’t you two gonna make up and, like… braid each other’s hair or something?” He flicked his gaze between us, still grinning. I crossed my arms. “Over my dead body.” “Oh *please*,” Jules muttered, rolling her eyes as she stalked toward the door. “Women,” Kade laughed, standing in one smooth motion. He grabbed his shirt off the c

Aria’s POV: Through the crack in the door— I saw him. Kade. Bare-backed and glistening, fully nude , sweat painting his skin like he’d just finished the first round. The air was thick with sex and his cologne—dark, intoxicating. I knew Kade was attractive, but this? This was something else entirely. *Oh my* His shoulders were broad, the kind that made fingers itch to trace the hard line of muscle down his back. The afternoon light caught the sweat along his spine, that tantalizing dip between his ridges—like an invitation. And lower..*oh* His waist tapered enough just enough to steal my breath, muscles flexing as he searched for something in a drawer. Then those two sinful dimples right above his— A voice shattered my staring. “Can’t wait for you to fucking ruin me.” My gaze snapped to the girl sprawled on the bed. *Jules?* I leaned closer, tiptoeing, my back bent as I strained to see through the crack. The plate in my hand wobbled. It couldn’t b

**Meanwhile, back at Lancaster’s House…** Ivy’s POV: Sleep was a luxury in this house. Especially when my father was on a warpath. I jolted awake to the sound of his voice cracking through the hallway like a whip. “Tear this City apart if you have to. Find her!” *Ugh.* I dragged a pillow over my head, muffling the chaos downstairs. Maybe if I pressed hard enough, I could drown him out and steal another hour of sleep. My sister had been gone less than forty eight hours, and already, the house felt like a fucking crime scene—tense, airless like the walls were holding their breath. Just as my body relaxed back into the mattress— *Knock. Knock.* *For the love of Christ, what’s the matter this time?* I didn’t bother moving the pillow. “Go away.” “M-Miss Ivy?” A whisper. One of the staff—Maria? Marta?—hovering like a startled bird. “Your father wants you downstairs.” I lifted a corner of the pillow. The sky outside was still pitch black. “For what

While Ivy was dealing with her shady tutor, Aria found herself locked in a silent battle—her thoughts relentlessly circling back to Kade.. Aria’s POV: The moment Kade left the doorway, I slammed the door shut, pressing my back against it, my pulse hammering in my throat. Slowly, I slid to the floor, the broken plate fragment clutched tight against my chest. I lifted it, turning the jagged edges between my fingers. *Why did he even give me this?* I thought. But deep down, I knew. I knew he gave me so I’d never forget, so I’d keep on reliving what had happened earlier. And *fuck* it was working. The memory hit me like a fever—his hand gripping mine, guiding it down the hard planes of his chest, lower, *lower*..before letting go. Leaving me burning. “Next time, I won’t stop.” That voice—dark, teasing, *dangerous*—curled around my thoughts like smoke. The way he’d looked at me.. like he knew exactly what he was doing. Like he *wanted* me to break. And God, I wan