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He places his palm on my bare chest. “You always had it in you, Aria. When we first met, you had a spark that no one could dim. That was the real you. This isn’t. You just needed a reminder.”
My smile widens, and I lean over to kiss him softly. As I pull back, I get lost in the warmth in his eyes. I’m so screwed. How am I ever going to say goodbye to him again?
Dion’s confidence in my ability to assert my dominance gave me the strength to embrace a side of myself I never knew existed. The way he responded to me, his trust and willingness to follow my lead, made all the difference.
I didn’t know what to expect for my first time doing anal. I won’t deny that it was a little uncomfortable, but Dion made me feel good. He always does.
As our eyes meet, the spark ignites again, the attraction and the delicious tension back like they never left.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” Dion admits.
“Me neither,” I respond, dread filling me for what’s to come. I don’t want to say goodbye, but I can’t risk being caught. Not until I figure out what to do with Andrew.
I take a deep, controlled breath. “We can’t keep doing this, though,” I add, sounding like a broken record. I brace myself for Dion’s reaction. I know he won’t take it well. Hell, I’m even tired of hearing myself repeat the same thing over and over.
Dion and I are tangled in this web that I keep swearing we won’t fall into again.
We find ourselves drawn together, pulled by a force we both pretend to resist but never really do.
Before I know it, our hands and lips are exploring familiar territory.
It’s intoxicating and intense, and in those moments, everything else fades away.
However, the aftermath comes with the inevitable weight of reality.
After a few seconds of silence, Dion nods. “I know.”
My heart pounds in my chest. What?
“You...you agree?” I stammer. My eyes search his face for any hint that he might be bluffing, but all I see is a determined calm.
He nods slowly, his gaze steady. “Yes, I agree. You need to focus on yourself right now, on getting better. You need to learn to cope without the drugs and alcohol, and I don’t want to be a distraction.”
Cold shock courses through my veins, and I feel my throat tighten. His fingers entwine with mine, warm and reassuring, yet his grip is gentle, as if he’s afraid of hurting me.
“I’ll always be here for you,” Dion murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. “I’ll always need you, and I’ll always want to be with you. But I can’t get in the way of your well-being.
He cups my cheek; his thumb tracing circles on my skin. “This is something you have to do for yourself. And it’s more important than anything.”
Even though this is what needs to be done, what’s right, I can’t help the tears that well in my eyes. I blink them away furiously. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch tender.
I nod slowly in understanding, even though it breaks my heart. “Okay,” I murmur, my voice cracking. “Okay.” I can’t manage any other words, but he doesn’t push.
Dion takes a deep breath, his hand slipping from my cheek to rest on the bed between us. “In the meantime,” he continues, a hint of steel entering his voice. “I’ll focus on Andrew and getting rid of him. I’ve already started a plan to take him down.”
“I know,” I admit, my voice shaking. Dion’s eyes widen in surprise.
“How do you know?”
“Dimitri told me.”
Dion’s expression softens, and he lets out a rough sigh. “Of course. Dimitri.” He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me in a protective embrace. “What did he tell you?”
“He told me about our father’s intentions to make Andrew his heir. And that he’s been keeping in touch with you for the past year. He didn’t give me specifics of the plan, though.”
Dion nods. “We will eliminate him one way or another,” he promises.
I bury my face in his chest, the sound of his heartbeat soothing my frayed nerves. “I trust you,” I whisper, my voice muffled against his skin. “I trust you with everything.”
