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ARIA POVThe same cold, rude guy, or whatever the hell his name was, brought me back home exactly as Adrian had ordered.This time I didn’t even try talking to him. I couldn’t. I was too lost in the thought inside my head, too busy trying to ignore the way my body was still screaming.Every bump in the road made the lace bodysuit rub against my raw, belt-marked ass and sent fresh sparks straight to my swollen clit.I was still dripping, still aching, still empty,the evidence of my denied orgasm slicked my inner thighs, making the leather seat stick to my skin.I pressed my legs together, desperate for any friction, but I didn’t dare touch myself. Adrian’s last command echoed in my ears: You don’t come until I tell you to.I obeyed. Even though it hurt. Even though I wanted to cry from the frustration.Sneaking back inside the estate was easier than I expected. The whole house was dark and silent, everyone was fast asleep, completely unaware that their perfect little daughter had just

ARIA POVThe morning light stabbed through my curtains like it had a personal grudge with them. I woke up sore, sticky, and furious. My ass still burned from Adrian’s hand the night before. My pussy ached with that deep, unsatisfied throb he had left me with, denied, and abandoned. I didn’t even know when I fell asleep eventually. Now I woke up exhausted and frustrated, due to being kept on the edge for a long time without cumming. After punishing me, after making me beg and promise I belonged to him, after kissing me like he owned my soul, he just walked out when that damn phone rang again. The worst part, he never came back. I hated how much it hurt. I hated how much I still wanted him. I dragged myself out of bed, wincing as the silk sheets brushed over the welts on my ass. I ran to the shower, to help me feel better. But it only helped a little, because the hot water only reminded me of how sensitive I still was.After getting a bit better I got out of the shower. dress

ADRIAN POINT OF VIEW I stood in front of the Bennett mansion, staring at the grand stone walls with pure contempt. I was supposed to be done for the day. I should have driven straight back to The Den and focused on the war I was planning. But I couldn’t do so. There was something important I still had to do. I checked my watch, 7:00 PM.By now, Richard Bennett would certainly be in his study by now, and that gave me a chance to converse with Aria. I know it was risky going to her room after the way I had shut her down this morning. After being all cold, distant and professional towards her. But I needed to see her. I could use the excuse that she hadn’t waited for me to pick her up from school. Yes, she hadn’t. I had waited at the usual spot for over an hour, patiently waiting for her, my eyes scanning every face that left the campus. But she never appeared. I went to her class, still no sight of her. That was when I decided to call her father. He told me she was already ho

ARIA POV Today is Sunday, which means it’s Adrian’s day off. I let out a sad little smile as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. After everything that happened last night, the way he showed up in my room, the kisses, the way he made me forgive him with his hands and his mouth, I still woke up missing him. The bed felt too big and empty. My body still ached faintly, from the intense act, and that only made me want him more. But he wouldn’t be here today, no black car waiting in the driveway. No cold “Miss Bennett” in the morning followed by a secret look through the mirror when he thought I wasnʼt looking. I dragged myself out of bed, picked up my hair brush, and ran it through my hair, to straighten out the nest it had formed. Then I headed downstairs. The house smelled like fresh coffee and warm bread, the usual Sunday morning routine. My father was already in the dining room, sitting at the head of the table exactly as he always did. Phone in his right hand, newspaper spr

ARIA POVThe dining room smelled like roasted chicken, garlic butter, and my mother’s desperate attempt to pretend everything was normal. I sat at the table in the same navy uniform I had worn all day, refusing to change. Why bother looking nice for a stranger who was already invading my life? My father was at the head of the table, as usual, scrolling through his phone like the king of the castle. My mother fluttered around like a happy little bird, setting out plates and humming some old song I didn’t recognise. And then there was Ethan. He sat directly across from me, looking annoyingly comfortable in a crisp white shirt that probably cost more than my entire school bag. His grey eyes kept moving toward me with that easy, charming smile that made my skin crawl. He was too polished much like he belonged here already. I hated him, I hated this entire night. “So,” my mother said brightly as she placed the last dish in the centre of the table, “isn’t this lovely? A proper fa