Chapter 16
Aria’s POV
His hand. Still there. Hovering. Like a mean tease. My legs felt all wobbly and hot, and down there? Stiff super wet. Ugh. It was embarrassing. Enzo’s breath was still hot on my neck, and I could still feel the ghost of his lips. It made my skin all tingly. Matteo’s eyes in the mirror were like he was watching a movie, and I was the star. A gross movie.
My heart was still banging against my ribs, like it was trying to escape. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to stop. I wanted to disappear. All at the same time.
Dante finally spoke. His voice was low, like a rumble in my tummy. “Are you ready?” He asked. Like I had a choice. Like I wasn’t already a mess.
His fingers moved again. Not just touching. Like, really touching. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. And he did. He knew exactly what made me squirm and moan. He was like a puppet master, and I was his puppet.
He pressed harder, circling that little nub that made me go crazy. My breath hitched. “You’re so wet,‘ he whispered, his voice dark and pleased. I wanted to tell him to shut up, but I couldn’t even form words.
My body was doing all sorts of things I didn’t even know it could do. I was gasping and squirming, and my hands were gripping the leather seat like it was a life raft.
Enzo was whispering in my ear, “That’s it, little star. Let it go.” His voice was like a drug, making me want to obey him. I was so close. So, so close.
Dante’s fingers moved again, and it was like a lightning bolt shot through me. I was so close to…something. Something amazing. Something scary.
Then, just as I was about to explode, the car started slowing down. What? No!
“We’re here,” Matteo said, and it was like someone threw a bucket of ice water on me. I was so confused. One second I was about to…and the next, I was at my house.
Matteo opened my door, and they all helped me out. Like I was some kind of fragile doll. The air outside was cold, and it made my skin prickle. I felt so exposed, like everyone could see what had just happened in that car.
I walked to my doorstep, my legs still shaky. I felt so…ashamed. Like I’d done something really bad. But also, really good?
I didn’t know.
Enzo stopped me, gently lifting my chin. His eyes were soft, and he gave me a light kiss on the cheek. “There’s no need to be ashamed,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
My cheeks burned. I wanted to believe him, but I just felt…dirty. And needy.
Matteo offered to walk me to the door./”I can take it from here,” I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper. I needed to be alone. I needed to figure out what was happening to me.
They respected my decision. “Goodnight, Aria,” they said, their voices low and warm.
I closed the door, leaning against it. My body was still trembling, and I felt like I was going to throw up. Or cry. Or both.
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Chapter 16
1 slumped into a nearby chait, my mind a mess. What the actual * just happened?
My hands were still shaking, and 1 could still feel the phantom touch of Dante’s fingers. My panties were still damp, and made me blush even more.
“You’re so warm,” Dante had whispered, and I could still feel the heat between my legs.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the images. But they kept coming back, like a movie playing on repeat. Their hands, their eyes, their voices. It was all so confusing.
I didn’t understand why I wanted them. Why I wanted them to touch me. Why I wanted them to watch. I’d never felt like this before. It was scary. But also…exciting?
I felt like I was losing control. Like I was becoming someone else. Someone I didn’t recognize.
I looked down at my hands, like they belonged to someone else. They had touched them. They had touched me.
I shuddered. It was gross. It was amazing. It was…everything.
I stood up, pacing the living room. I needed to do something. I needed to get this feeling out of my system.
I went to the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, and my eyes were wide and dark. I looked…different. Like I had a secret. A dirty secret.
I turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. I scrubbed my skin, trying to wash away their touch. But it was like it was burned into my skin.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I still felt…empty. And full. All at the same time.
I went to my room, collapsing onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling, my mind still racing.
I couldn’t believe what had happened. I couldn’t believe how I had reacted. I felt like a mess. A hot, confused mess.
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