All Chapters of His Promised Sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ARIA’S POV"You're not God, Nero."My voice sliced through the silence of the Moretti estate hallway. The chandeliers flickered like they could sense what was coming. I stood there in heels that should have made me feel powerful but all I felt was rage and he also did, as I saw the war in his eyes.My husband.Nero Moretti didn't flinch at my statement. He never did as he stood all powerful,dressed in his black suit, loosened tie, clenched jaw. He looked like the devil himself and those cold grey eyes that used to make 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 laughed but there was no humor in it. "What I got into? You mean the marriage I was tricked into? Or the contract I signed blindfolded with a man who turned out to be the Don I was supposed to marry?"His lips twitched with something that looked like the ghost of a smirk. "You

Aria's POVTwo days agoCrimson Vault, Friday, 11:47 p.m.I'd never felt this exposed in my life until tonight and I was still dressed.Well mostly. The sheer black coat clung to my skin and underneath was nothing but lace that barely covered anything as it cut scandalously low over my breasts and scandalously high over my thighs. I was wearing a sexy black lingerie.My heels clicked against the marble floor and each step sounded like a countdown. Any moment now, I would either explode with adrenaline or evaporate from nerves."You're shaking," Lena whispered next to me, voice barely audible over the loud party music and murmured conversation."I'm not," I lied and lifted my chin higher as we walked into the main lounge.Crimson Vault. Invitation only BDSM club whispered about in circles I barely touched. A place where names didn't matter and titles meant nothing.Exactly why I was here."You sure about this?" Lena's eyes darted to a woman in a velvet corset leading a man on a leash.

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