Todos os capítulos de His Promised Sin: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 26

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

Aria's POVHe came for me after dinner.I'd spent the entire day pacing his fortress in nothing but his shirt, my mind spinning with possibilities of what he meant by showing me something. Every creak of the house made me jump, every shadow made my heart race, and by the time the sun set I was wound so tight I thought I might snap.When the bedroom door opened I was standing by the window pretending I wasn't waiting for him."Come with me," he said.No greeting, no explanation, just that command in his voice that made my stomach flip.I turned to face him and he was holding something black and silky. A blindfold."No," I said immediately."Yes.""I'm not going anywhere blind."He walked toward me with that predator grace that made me want to run and stay at the same time. "You will because I'm telling you to, and because deep down you want to know what I'm hiding."Damn him for being right.He stopped in front of me and held up the blindfold. "Trust me, Aria.""I don't trust you.""Th

Aria's POVI was in the library when he walked in with purpose in his eyes and something that looked almost like nervousness, though I must have imagined it because Nero Moretti didn't get nervous."Tonight." he said simply, and I knew what he meant.My stomach flipped and heat pooled low in my belly as I followed him down the hallway to that locked door. The walk felt longer this time as we walked slowly into my unraveling. He opened it and the scent of leather and musk hit me fast, making my heart quicken and my palms sweat.The Red Room looked different at night with candles lit along the walls casting dancing shadows across the equipment. It felt sacred somehow, like a church built for a different kind of worship. "Before we begin let’s negotiate," Nero said, leading me to the padded bench and sitting me down. He pulled up a chair and faced me, his expression serious in a way I'd never seen before. Not the cold Dom from Crimson Vault or the cruel husband who'd locked me away, but