Sold To The Demon Alpha
Chapter 69

Aria’s POV

“You don’t want me” I whispered, refusing to believe that Roma, the same Roma I was madly in love with and knew that I could never have was standing in front of me and saying he wanted me to.

I didn’t know if this was a sick game that Roma was playing or if my mind was playing tricks on me. But when Roma shook his head, his laugh bitter as he gripped my chin again, I saw his emotions that he usually kept shielded out for anyone who looked at him t too see.

He looked like he was struggling. Like he was in pain. Like he had so much regret. He looked like he was holding on to something that was running away from his grasp. He was practically an open book and the part of me that had always wondered what it was for Roma when he was vulnerable, I could not take my eyes off him.

I shook as the force of his emotions hit me and gasped when his eyes locked with mine.

“I’ve done everything in my power to not want you, Aria. Trust me. I’d give anything to not want you the way I do. To not wonder what it would take to be the reason why you let your hair down before bed. To not wonder how it would feel to k**s between your thighs and claim you as mine. To not want to tear every man that so much as looks at you weird apart.” He said and I didn’t know where the boldness that came over me appeared from but I was not ready to back down.

Not now when it seemed like it would be the only chance to either end this, which would break my heart or make him see that he only needed to tell me that he was not playing with me. And that all of those times when I felt those sparks between us, he had felt it too.

I wanted to hear it from his lips. I wanted to hear him say that I was more than the daughter of the man that owed him a debt.

“Then tell me why you’ve not taken me. Tell me why one minute, you’re hot for me and the next you cannot stand beside me. Tell me why it feels so confusing everytime that you’re with me. Tell me why you’ve only ever pushed me away. Is it because I’m human? Is that it? Do you think I’m not worthy of you? Not attractive enough for you? Not good enough?” I screamed, panting when I was done and my eyes widened at what I had just voiced out. I had basically just told him all of my worst fears.

I had screamed out all of those thoughts that were laying dormant in my head for these past weeks.

Everytime that he smiled at me and then pushed me away.

Everytime that I felt like I had taken a step forward with him only to take a thousand more back.

His eyes widened in surprise, like he could have never expected that outburst from me and when I turned around, about to run out of my room, away from him, he grabbed me and held me captive, his hand wrapped around my waist as he grabbed my chin to look at me.

“You think I’m pushing you away because you’re human and hence, unattractive? You’ve seen what I am out of my human skin and you’re worried about the fact that you are the one that is not worthy enough or good enough? I could practically tear you apart, sweet girl. All it would take from me would be one move and you’d be dead in my arms and that is why I have tried to stay away from you. I am not a good man, Aria Ajello. I’m exactly what you saw in that forest. I’m a monster. And I will hurt you. This is not a threat. It’s not a promise. It’s the truth.”

I heard everything that he was saying loud and clear. I had even almost died by his hands once and yet…

And yet neither of us could continue to deny this thing between us. Because despite knowing that he would hurt me and despite knowing that he already had a mate that died and that he might never love me, not in the way he loved her, here we were, in each other’s arms, breathing hard like we had run a mile, but knowing that what was happening right now was purely electric. It was all of those sparks that I had only read about in books. That I thought was impossible to ever replace with anybody.

“And what if even with everything, I don’t care? What if I don’t care that you can kill me? What if I don’t care that you’re a big bad scary werewolf? What if I still want you anyways? Will that make you want me?”

The silence in the room almost deafening and my answer floated between us, the tension thick and pregnant with unresolved questions.

And then slowly, his hand took mine and led it down to where his thick hard groin tented the front of his trousers and I gasped as my hand felt all of that hardness.

Grabbing my hand again as he pulled it away from his body, he rested his forehead against mine.

“There’s never been any doubt about if I want you, Aria. And I won’t be anything like Scott. I won’t be a prince charming either. So you need to be sure about what you are asking from me. I’m not going to touch you without your consent but know that once I have your consent, that I will not share you. I’d cut off the hands of anyone that touches you. And then I’ll tear out their throats.”

These threats should have scared me. In fact they should have made reconsider what my choice was.

But even those threats made me more secure in the fact that there was no going back. Not when I could feel my entire body come alive and he had not even kissed me yet.

Releasing me, he gave me a hot intense stare that made all of my insides heat up with warmth as his face remained serious.

“You have between now and tomorrow night to make your decision. And should you want more time, you know where to replace me.”

His gaze lingered as if he wanted to say anything more and I had to bite down on my l*p to stop myself from begging him to stay.

Settling for a nod, I watched him walk out of the room, his shoulders broad and tense as he paused and took one more look at me before he closed the day after him.

And as I squeezed my legs tight, climbing under the covers, I knew that there was only one face that I would be thinking of then I touched myself and it was not sweet kind Scott. It was the face of a man that was surrounded by darkness and wielded it like a shield. A man with a darkness that appealed to the light in my heart. And that man was Roma.