CHAPTER 113 – MINE ALONE

CHAPTER 113 – MINE ALONE
CHAPTER 113 – MINE ALONE

Dominic swallows hard, the muscles of his throat shifting visibly, and instantly swings his legs off the bed. His bare feet hit the floor with a muted thud. He rises quickly, his posture sharp, every line of his body rigid as he gives her a pointed look meant to cut through the tension.

“Get out,” he says, his voice low but firm, the command clipped with urgency.

But Aria does not move. Not even an inch. She stands rooted where she is, her eyes glowing with something fierce and untamed. Her lips curl into a smile—slow, dangerous, deliberate.

“I’m literally trying to understand the entire situation here,” she replies softly, her voice dripping with sarcasm and challenge.

Dominic’s frown deepens, his brows pulling tight together. He stares at her as though he is trying to decipher a puzzle whose pieces no longer fit.

Aria takes a slow step forward, her words sharp as a blade. “So let me guess. You thought resisting me was going to be hard. Really, really hard. You couldn’t keep up with it, could you? It was tearing you to shreds. It was making you lose your fucking mind. Isn’t that right?”

Her voice turns into a snarl by the end, each word like acid searing into the quiet air.

Dominic’s jaw locks, but before he can respond, she presses on, her tone rising with venom. “And now what? You thought you could bring another woman here to push me aside? To distract me? To make me give up and leave you alone? Not in hell, Dominic. Just keep this in mind: no matter what happens, you are mine and mine alone. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you. No other woman.”

The words strike him like a physical blow. Dominic feels his brain detonate with disbelief.

Hell no, he thinks wildly, his pulse surging in his temples. Hell no. This can’t really be happening right now.

He chokes on his own breath, his voice faltering as he tries to reassert control. “Aria, I’m giving you one last chance to leave, to let this go. I told you, this cannot happen. Okay? What the hell is your problem? Why don’t you ever listen to simple instructions?”

His tone edges on frantic, his authority unraveling at the seams. He shifts his weight, his body practically trembling. His hands clench and unclench, restless with nervous energy.

Aria notices it all. Every twitch, every tremor. She sees the way his shoulders rise with each uneven breath, the way the tendons in his neck strain as he tries to hold himself together. And then her gaze drifts downward—low enough to see the unmistakable proof pressing against his briefs.

A thick, obvious erection.

Her lips curl into a smile, triumphant, mocking. Isn’t that enough proof? she thinks to herself, satisfaction sparking like fire inside her chest.

She folds her arms, slow and deliberate, and uses her hands to tug down against the neckline of her clothes. The movement is precise, calculated, revealing her bosom in devastating efficiency. Her cleavage swells, her skin glowing in the dim light.

Dominic’s reaction is instant. The sight slams into him like a wrecking ball. His cock throbs harder against the thin barrier of his briefs, and he curses under his breath.

“Oh my God…”

The thought rips through him unbidden. Even Vera, with all her shameless curves and sultry teasing, has never ignited this level of uncontrollable hunger. Vera could arouse him, yes. She could provoke desire. But Aria—Aria is something else entirely. The effect she has on him slices deeper, shakes him harder, ignites him brighter than anything he has ever known.

Not even the intense encounter he just had with Vera—hot, sweaty, and frantic—has dulled the ache for Aria. If anything, it only made the craving sharper. Looking at her now feels like staring at the very embodiment of his endless, secret fantasy, the one he has fought so viciously to bury.

He grinds his teeth, trying to hold himself back, trying to cage the beast clawing at him. This is not making sense. This is madness. He shakes his head hard, swallows, and forces words past his lips.

“Look, Aria… could you please just—”

But she cuts him off by moving closer. Her steps are deliberate, the rhythm of a predator circling prey.

“I know what your plans are, Dominic. I know what your schemes are,” she says, her tone sharp and accusing. “But don’t think it’s going to work that easily on me. I’m smarter than you think. I’m not the child you used to know.”

Her words land heavy. Dominic blinks, his mind spinning.

Hell no. His thoughts spiral with disbelief. Something has gone wrong. This is not the Aria I knew. Something twisted inside her since she came back from school. What happened to her? How did she become this? Why is she so… decisive?

He struggles to understand, but nothing makes sense. There are other men out there, other boys her age—handsome, younger, free of complication. Why him? Why is she choosing him, binding herself to him with this dangerous determination?

He is supposed to be the one in control. He is supposed to be the one she flees from. Not the other way around.

“This is pathetic,” he mutters in his head, his eyes narrowing on her. I have to confess, though—she’s no longer a girl. She’s a woman. A full-grown woman capable of making her own choices. But if I let her go through with this, if I let her keep pushing… it will ruin us. Completely wreck us.

“Why can’t you see that?” his thoughts scream. “Why can’t you understand?”

But Aria only smiles, her eyes gleaming with dark certainty.

She steps closer. Then closer still.

Dominic retreats instinctively, his body betraying him, until the wall presses cold against his back. He is trapped.

Aria closes the final distance, pressing her body flush against his. The heat of her skin burns through him like wildfire. Her smile deepens, her lips brushing dangerously close to his ear as she speaks in a voice low and sultry, each word dripping with temptation.

“Look, I know you’re feeling guilty about this. I know you’re scared that my dad will be angry, that he’ll kick you out, punish you, maybe destroy you. But you can’t keep torturing me like this, Dominic. It doesn’t have to be out in the open. It can be our little secret. I swear, I promise you—he’ll never know. And one day, when I’m older, when I’m free to make my own choices, he won’t be able to stop us. Don’t you see? That day will come. And when it does, we’ll finally be able to be together.”

Dominic’s heart seizes in his chest. His mind reels. Oh my God… Is she actually saying we should be together forever?

He shakes his head, desperate to clear the fog clouding his thoughts, but she doesn’t give him the chance.

Her body presses tighter against his, forcing a groan from his throat before he can stop it. The sound escapes raw and helpless.

Her hand slides down with sinful precision, caressing over the thick bulge in his briefs. His cock throbs violently under her touch, the sensation dragging a guttural sound from deep in his chest.

“Ahhh—God…” The groan rips out of him, his head tipping back against the wall. His thighs tremble, his muscles coiling with need he cannot fight.

Aria’s lips curve with victory. She strokes him again, firmer this time, squeezing his erect length through the fabric. His breath shudders, his hands flexing at his sides, helpless.

Every nerve in his body ignites under her touch. His vision blurs, his chest rising with heavy, frantic breaths.

She’s going to be the death of me.

Her determination radiates like heat from her skin. She wants to break him. She wants to crush every wall he has built, to prove that bringing Vera into the picture was the biggest mistake of his life. She will not let him forget who she is, what she means to him.

She takes his face in her hands, pulling him lower until her lips graze the shell of his ear. Her voice falls into a whisper, slow and deliberate, each syllable thick with seductive promise.

“I want you to keep something in mind,” she breathes.

The words strike through him like lightning.

“You’re mine. No matter what.”

Dominic’s brain fractures under the force of it. His thoughts scatter like broken glass. His chest heaves. His pulse pounds at the edge of breaking.

Then her hand slips beneath the waistband of his briefs. Smooth, daring fingers wrap around the thick length of his cock. She squeezes, strokes, begins to pump him with deliberate rhythm.

“Ahh—fuck,” Dominic gasps, his head falling back against the wall. The ceiling blurs above him as his eyes roll shut. His thighs jerk, his body trembling as pleasure floods through him.

The world spins. He cannot fight it. He cannot think. He cannot breathe.

Aria’s hand works him steadily, her grip confident, her strokes merciless. And Dominic, against every vow, against every fear, surrenders to her touch.