Aria’s POV

I froze when the words escaped his mouth, eyes wide with shock. I had been so careful, so assured I had indeed worked out a con on him.

"Wolfe?" I asked, my voice shaking ever so slightly.

A chuckle escaped his throat after the deep rumble that made shivers go down my spine. "Oh, Aria! You didn't really think you could hide from me, did you? I knew it was you the moment you called my name.”..

Heat rushed to my cheeks—an uneasy mix of embarrassment and excitement.

“I never introduced myself as Wolfe and yet..yet you called me that.”he continued.

Fuck.

I bit my lip, unable to look at him. He was right: I had messed up. I got so carried away but my body was longing for him.

Yes, I caught him with Jules but I loved the way he made me feel , I still could not completely shake off the desire I felt for him.

"And about Jules..it was a mistake, I swear. I swear on my life it was.” His voice took on a harder edge.

A mistake? Didn’t seem like a mistake. That’s for sure.

“A mistake?” I replied, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“You have to believe me,Aria.” he said as he held me close. “She was a mistake. A pathetic attempt to purge my obsession with you from my system. But it didn’t work. Nothing could!”

Wincing at his words, my body trembled with a mix of anger and lust.

My voice cracked. “You fucked her in your office, Wolfe!”

Wolfe’s grip tightened on my wrist. “ And now, I’m going to fuck you so hard, this mattress won’t hold us. Tell me you don’t want it.”

I couldn’t. The traitorous wetness between my thighs was answer enough. I hated him. Hated how my body arched into his touch anyway.

“Your body is mine to ruin, Aria.” He whispered.

I opened my mouth to refuse —

but then his hands were on me, flipping me onto the mattress.

"Allow me make it up to you.” He said in his cold, hard voice.

He started to peel off his clothes piece by piece, revealing the hard plane of his chest. My mouth watered at the sight.

He was breathtaking, every inch of him literally carved by a master.

He grabbed my wrists, pulling me forcefully toward the bed. He pushed me down on the mattress, pinning one of my hands above my head with his own.

"Don't move," his voice came low and full of warning.

I gave him a frantic nod as my body trembled in anticipation.He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a length of soft rope. He began to bind my wrists together, pulling the knots tight.

When the tying was done, he leaned away to admire his handiwork. I was completely open to his mercy, my arms tied above my head while my body lay spread out beneath him.

He leaned down and kissed me forcefully, his tongue greedily sliding along the inside of my mouth. A moan escaped me as I arched up against him.

He pulled back after a while and gave a wicked grin. "You like that, don’t you? Being at my mercy, knowing fully well that there’s nothing I couldn't do to you?"

“Hm , hm..” I panted through short breaths, nodding furiously.

A dark chuckle escaped him as his hand wandered down my body to my pussy. He thrust a finger between my folds with an appreciative groan at the wetness he found.

"So eager," he purred. "So desperate for my touch."

I whimpered, his strokes on my clit causing my hips to buck up against his hand. "Go all in , Wolfe.. I’m ready..”

He shook his head, a cruel smile upon his lips. "Not yet. First, I’m going to make you beg for it."

He moved lower, his mouth blazing a trail of kisses and bites down my stomach to my pussy. He licked up a long stripe along my clit, groaning at the taste of me.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he growled.

I cried out as he bit at the clitoris, my hands clenching in the sheets above me. His tongue moved relentlessly, flicking and swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves that had me writhing beneath him.

I reached for him, but my bound wrists jerked uselessly against the rope. A cry failed to form in my mouth, my entire body aching with the need for release.

"Not yet," he said, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes. "You don’t get to cum until I say so."

He was moving back up my body again, pressing his hard cock against my entrance. I moaned at the feeling of it, so close, but not yet inside.

"Please," I begged, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Fuck me, please. I need you now..”

He smiled straight down into my eyes, clearly enjoying my desperation. "Since you asked so nicely," he purred.

No sooner did the words leave his mouth than he slammed his cock inside me with such force that I screamed at the shock of his large intrusion.

He began to move, thrusting in and bruising with fierce speed. I was forced to take it; unable to do a thing with my hands tied above me.

“God..” he groaned, snapping his hips against mine. “You’re so tight,"

I could only moan and jerk in pleasure under him. He leaned down and kissed me roughly, his tongue going deep.

"Cum for me," he growled. I clenched around him, refusing .

“Make me.”

His hand slid to my throat— not squeezing, just a warning. “You’ll scream my name or I’ll stop.”

My eyes widened.

“C’mon Aria, cum on my cock like a good little slut."

And with that, I exploded, my body trembling with the rippling force of my orgasm. He came right after me, pulsing in me as he emptied his seed.

We collapsed onto the bed, slick with sweat and spent. He pressed me to him and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"You’re mine," he whispered against my ear. You don’t get to run away from this, from me.”

I weakly nodded, too sleepy to talk. But deep in my heart, I knew I would never leave him. He was now mine, and I was his.