Todos os capítulos de His Promised Sin: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Aria's pov"You're not God, Nero. Stop acting like the world bends just because you say so."My voice cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and furious, echoing in the empty hallway of the Moretti estate. The chandeliers above flickered as if they could even feel the tension between us. I stood my ground in heels that should've made me feel powerful but nothing could have prepared me for the war in his eyes.My husband.Nero Moretti didn’t flinch. He never did. Dressed in his signature black suit, tie loosened and jaw clenched, he stood like the devil carved out of gold. His gaze pierced through me those cold, grey eyes that had once made my knees weak now made my blood boil.He took one step forward. Then another."And you're not a child, Aria," he growled. "So stop pretending you didn't know exactly what you were getting into."I scoffed bitterly. "What I got into? You mean the marriage I was tricked into? Or the contract I signed under a blindfold with a man who turned out to

Aria's pov Two days agoCrimson Vault, Friday, 11:47 p.m.I had never felt naked in my life until tonight.And I was still fully dressed.Well, mostly. A sheer black coat clung to me like a second skin, the lace cut scandalously low over my breasts and scandalously high over my thighs. Underneath I was wearing a sexy black lingerie.My heels clicked on the polished marble floors of the private club like the ticking of a countdown. Any moment now, I would either explode with adrenaline or evaporate from nerves."You're shaking," Lena whispered beside me, voice barely audible over the loud party music and murmured conversation."I'm not," I lied, lifting my chin as we entered the lounge area of Crimson Vault an invitation-only BDSM club whispered about in billionaire circles, owned by ghosts and run by shadows.A place where no titles mattered. No names. No legacies.Which was exactly why I’d come."You sure you want to do this?" Lena asked again, her eyes darting to a man being led b

Aria's pov Present dayI didn’t sit.Not at first.Not when his eyes, those same eyes that once held me in the chokehold of pleasure and pain were lklocked onto mine.Not when I watched his mouth curl ever so slightly at the corner like he was entertained by my shock.He looked like… words couldn't even describe how amazing he looked. Like danger and safety at once. He didn’t have to say a word for me to feel it, that commanding presence I’d only experienced blindfolded and on my knees was now flesh and blood in the daylight.“Aria,” he said, his voice smooth and sweet as old wine. “We meet again.”His tone was maddeningly calm. ut I felt the steel beneath it. I knew better than anyone: that voice could coax obedience from a soul screaming no.I forced my legs to move and crossed the room, spine straight, heels silent against the carpeted floor. I lowered myself into the leather chair across from him, chin high.I wouldn’t flinch. I couldn’t.“You knew,” I said.It wasn’t a question.

Aria's povThe wedding fitting was a nightmare in broad daylight.Three seamstresses fluttered around me like nervous sparrows, pinning, tucking, adjusting the heavy silk gown against my body. Their fingers trembled whenever they brushed my skin, casting glances at the camera in the corner. Nero watched everything.Always watching.The dress was exquisite, tight against my breasts, nipped at the waist, flowing into a train made for a queen. I hated how perfect it made me look. Like the ideal mafia bride.Like his.As they stepped back to admire their work, I caught a flash of movement outside the fitting room door. A guard. Tall. Young. Handsome.And foolishly staring at me.My lips curled.Maybe my way out wasn’t a crack in the walls.Maybe it was him.I smiled sweetly at the seamstresses. “Could I have a moment? Alone?”They fled, bowing their heads.I pulled the door open.He stood there, stiff and wide-eyed, gun on his hip, eyes dropping to the exposed skin of my collarbone.I saw

Aria's povThe door slammed shut behind him.I knelt naked on the cold marble floor, my ruined dress a torn puddle beside me. My heart thundered. My thighs trembled. The sting of leather still burned across my ass.His orders echoed in my mind.Crawl to the bed. Spread for me. Wait.But I didn’t move.Couldn’t.The air itself was heavy. Electric. Laced with something thick and primal.Fear.And desire.Then I heard him.His footsteps.Slow. Measured. Like a predator circling a trapped prey.He returned.I dared a glance up.Nero stood by the desk. His dark eyes gleamed. His belt still dangling from his hand like a snake made from leather."Still on the floor," he murmured, voice soft and dangerous. "Not what I instructed but good nonetheless. You’re learning fear, little fox."I swallowed. My heart pounded in my ears."But