CHAPTER 116: THE EDGE OF RUIN
CHAPTER 116: THE EDGE OF RUIN
CHAPTER 116: THE EDGE OF RUIN
Aria does not let go. She refuses to yield even an inch, her determination a fire that burns hotter with every second. Her mission is clear: she will make it harder for him, so hard he cannot withstand it, so hard he has no choice but to break. She will force him to snap, force him to seize her in those possessive, unrelenting arms of his, force him to bend her over the bed and finally take her the way she has been begging for. That is what she wants. That is what she has wanted all along.
And yet, he resists. He is still holding back.
Why the hell is he being so strong? Why is he so stubborn? The refusal only sharpens her need, only hardens her resolve. She will not make it easy for him.
She squeezes him harder in her hand, her grip fierce and unyielding, kissing him with a hunger that builds and builds until it is nearly violent. Her lips crash against his, sensual and slow, furious and tender all at once, her tongue entwining with his, drawing him deeper into her. His brain reels, blown apart by the storm of her kiss.
“God,” Dominic thinks, breathless, dazed. “She’s so fucking hot. How is she so hot?”
Her lips are everything—soft, smooth, unbearably sensual. The heat of her kiss licks against his reason, her taste a drug. Every second her mouth moves against his, every slow slide of her tongue, drives him closer to madness.
He cannot hold it anymore.
He seizes her, his strength bursting free at last, his body no longer able to fight what it wants. He grabs her, lifts her from the ground, his arms locking around her as if he will crush her into himself. The sudden roughness makes her squeal with sheer delight, her laughter spilling out like a sharp thrill.
And then he throws her.
Her body lands against the bed, bouncing lightly on the mattress. She looks up at him with wide, sparkling eyes, her chest rising and falling with excitement. The sound of his groan fills the room, deep and guttural, his face twisted with hunger.
“Since you want to be fucked,” he growls, voice low, thick, feral, “there you have it.”
He climbs into the bed after her. The brutal efficiency of his movements makes her gasp. The way he advances toward her is like a predator, deliberate and consuming, as though she is prey pinned and helpless beneath his gaze. His eyes burn with the fury of someone who wants to fight, someone who wants to conquer, someone who wants to dissect every inch of her body.
The sight makes her pussy clench hard, her core throbbing with desperate anticipation.
“Oh my God,” she whispers inside herself, lips trembling, body quivering, not from fear but from a raw anticipation so sharp it almost hurts. Her breath stutters as she realizes what is about to happen, what he is finally about to give her—brutal, ravishing release.
Her eyes widen, shining with anticipation, as he moves closer.
He grabs her legs suddenly, holding them firm as she instinctively slides backward, her back pressing toward the headboard. She struggles, playful, defiant, trying to be stubborn now as though testing his resolve.
“Trying to run, huh?” he snarls, a cruel smile ghosting his lips. “I thought you weren’t scared of having me fuck you.”
His words bite, sending shivers down her spine. She tries to wriggle away, but it is useless. He pulls her back with one hard tug, dragging her body down the mattress toward him.
She squeals, her back sliding against the sheets, her hair fanning out wildly. The moment she is within reach, he bends over her, his mouth devouring the tender skin of her neck as his hands move with violent need.
His fingers seize her breasts, squeezing furiously, punishing her with his grip. She cries out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure, her back arching toward him.
Then his hands drop to her gown.
With one savage motion, he rips it apart, the fabric splitting in two beneath his strength. She gasps, blinking in shock as the cloth tears like paper, leaving her exposed. His hands claw the remnants away, pulling until she is naked before him, trembling under the weight of his gaze.
“Oh my God,” she thinks, shuddering, heat spreading down her thighs.
His hands roam her body now, rough and greedy. They claim every inch of her—her throat, her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. He explores her like a man starved, like a man who has waited too long, his touch demanding and relentless.
Her eyes flutter shut. She arches against him, surrendering to his hands, to the fire they ignite inside her. Her breasts lift toward him when he pinches her nipples, her lips parting on a desperate cry.
“Ohhh yes, Dominic, baby,” she cries out loud, her voice breaking, her body shaking with the intensity of it. “Please—oh please, fuck me. Please!”
The words shatter him. His control, fragile and tattered, bursts apart. His mind cannot keep pace with the heat flooding him.
“Ohhh my God,” Dominic cries out, his voice low, guttural, unrecognizable.
He grips her waist, his fingers digging into her skin, and positions himself between her legs. His cock throbs violently, the head pressing against her slick entrance, teasing, nudging, testing.
“I guess this is it,” he thinks, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples.
This is the hunger that has haunted him for years. The burning need that has plagued him every time he has seen her bare skin, every time she has walked into a room with clothes that clung too tight, revealing too much. The lust that has gnawed at him silently, relentlessly, for so long.
This is the breaking point.
The moment of release. The moment when he will finally let go, finally claim what he has forbidden himself for too long.
His brain spins in a frenzy. He pushes closer, his cock sliding against the slick folds of her pussy.
“Ohhh my God,” he groans in his mind, the words echoing.
It feels so tight, so impossibly soft, so blissfully hot. The sensation alone nearly unmakes him. His body screams to thrust, to slam himself deep into her all at once, to claim her utterly.
But he stops. He forces himself to slow.
She is a virgin. He knows. He can feel it. She has never had this before, has no experience, no man has ever touched her this way. He cannot just take her like a beast. He cannot be so cruel, no matter the torment in his veins. He must make it right. He must make this the most pleasurable first time of her life.
He steadies himself, breath ragged, ready to enter her carefully, slowly—
And then it happens.
A sound breaks through the air. A sharp, intrusive knock against the bedroom door.
The noise freezes them both in place.
“Dominic, are you there?” Vera’s voice calls, muffled but clear, carrying through the wooden frame.
Dominic frowns deeply, his entire body stiffening.
Conflict tears through him. His cock pulses against Aria’s entrance, his body screaming for release, his blood boiling with desperate need. His mind is a chaos of indecision.
Does he proceed? Does he ignore the voice and take what is right in front of him? Does he drown himself in Aria’s body and silence the world outside? Or does he stop?
His body is burning, every nerve raw, every vein full of fire. He has struggled for years to keep this need buried, and now, now it is right here in front of him, wet and waiting, begging for him to give in.
He clenches his jaw, decides to ignore it, to push forward, to claim what he craves.
But then Vera knocks again.
This time louder. Sharper.
“Dominic! Are you in there?” she calls, her voice more insistent. “I’ve managed to prepare Aria’s food. I wanted to ask if I should move it over to her room—if I’m permitted to.”
The words hit him like ice.
He groans, furious, frustrated, his cock throbbing painfully as the reality slams back into him.
This is impossible.
There is no way he can do this here. Not with Vera outside. Not with her ears so close to the door, not with Aria’s cries bound to pierce the air.
If he takes her now, Vera will know. She will hear everything.
And for Dominic, that makes the act impossible.