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Frustration makes me snap.
“If you hadn’t spent the last week ignoring me, you’d know that I’ve been working on a plan,” I spit. “There’s a way out of this. I spoke to?—”
“Stop,” she hisses and retreats a few more steps, her shoulders slumping. “I can’t do this anymore, Dion. I mean it,” she murmurs, suddenly sounding defeated, looking up to the sky to keep her tears at bay. “It’s over. Whatever you’re doing—just stop.”
I throw my cigarette over the balcony and grab her by the shoulders. “Don’t give up on me now, astéri mou. I have a way out. You have to trust me,” I tell her, almost begging her to listen, my voice filled with desperation.
Aria looks at me, and her expression says what a thousand words couldn’t. I’m losing her.
She looks away, her gaze far off in the distance. “No, Dion. I don’t want this anymore. I–I don’t want you anymore. It’s over.”
I stand there, stunned, as her words sink in. “What are you saying?” I don’t believe my eyes and ears. She’s said in the past that we couldn’t do this anymore, but she never meant it. I knew it in my heart. But now…
Her eyes brim with tears, her lips trembling ever so slightly. “I don’t want to be with you. I’m marrying Andrew.”
My chest clenches as if I’ve been stabbed, but beneath it, anger courses through me. “The fuck you are, little liar,” I shout, and Aria recoils, her gaze darting around to make sure no one else has heard. “You don’t love him.”
She locks her jaw before meeting my gaze with something like pity in her eyes. And right then, I feel like a complete, utter fool. “Yeah, well. I don’t love you either, Dion. I made a promise to my father, and I’m going to keep it.”
My heart splits in two. I don’t fully understand this emotion, but I know that without Aria, I’ll never come close to experiencing anything like this again.
I brace my hands on the balcony railing and let my head hang between my shoulders. “I’m not letting you marry him, Aria.”
I’m not letting her marry him. Fuck this.
I turn around and hike up Aria’s leg around my waist, pulling her dress up to her hips. She yelps in surprise but doesn’t push me away. My fingers dig into the flesh of her bare ass, bringing her closer as I smash my lips onto hers in a feverish kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, responding to me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
Mine.
I slip my index through the fabric of her thong and rip it off. Aria gasps into my mouth, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, her fingers grasping onto the nape, pulling me closer.
But then, she pushes me away, her hands firm against my chest. “Dion, stop,” she whispers urgently, glancing nervously over her shoulder. “My fiancé is just behind those doors.”
“Fuck your fiancé. You’re mine,” I growl, trying to pull her back into my arms. My heart is pounding, the taste of her still lingering on my lips.
“No, Dion,” she pleads. “I have to go. Please, let me go.” Her eyes are wide, filled with regret and an emotion so strong it takes my breath away.
I feel her slipping away, the warmth of her body retreating. My hands drop to my sides, clenching into fists.
“It’s over,” she repeats once more.
The cool night air chills the spot where she was pressed against mine. My chest tightens, a hollow ache settling in.
I look deep into her eyes. “Go on. Pretend that you’re happy alongside your fiancé in front of all those people. But just remember, I know who you think about at night when you’re alone. The sounds you make when you’re desperate to come.”
Aria’s breath hitches in her throat as I close the distance once more and weave my hand up her dress, shoving my middle and ring fingers up her entrance.
My thumb circles over her clit as I move my digits inside her tight walls. Aria clenches around me when I curl them upward, beginning beckoning movements. It doesn’t take long for her legs to shake and moans to escape her pouty lips.
In a matter of seconds, Aria’s inhales come in short bursts as she struggles to contain her moans.
“That’s it, little liar. Let everyone hear how fucking eager you are to come all over my hand while your fiancé is right behind those doors.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, her release dripping all over my fingers.
“What a filthy fucking girl.”
I pull my digits out of her to smear her lips with her wetness.
