Sold To The Demon Alpha
Chapter 82

Aria’s POV

The silence between Roma and I was heavy with s****l tension as I pulled him into the bedroom.

Pushing him on to his back, I knelt between his legs, watching as his powerful body suddenly became tense under my touch, his c**k jutting out and hard as it rubbed against his jeans and maintaining eye contact with him, I removed my dress and shoes, feeling him suck in a breath.

Gently walking towards him wearing only my panties, I removed his jacket and shirt and then pulled down his pants and under shorts, watching as he did everything humanly possible to remain still for me.

I did not have any idea how that c**k could enter me but I was grateful that it did. And I wanted to feel him inside me again.

But now, I wanted him to feel how much he meant to me.

I needed him to understand that as much as I belonged to him, he belonged to me.

“I want to taste you.” I whispered, my mouth hovering over his d**k and he g*****d, trying his hardest to not touch me because I knew he would take quick control of the situation.

When I lowered my mouth for a quick lick, his hand entered my hair, grabbing a fistful and he m****d.

“f**k, Aria.” He breathed and I began to suck his d**k, moving up and down, just like I had read in all of the smut that I had read.

I m****d and took more of him and I knew that I was doing a good job when he started to rock back and forth erratically into my mouth, groaning and moving even faster.

I loved that I could make him shake in pleasure. I wanted to do everything for him.

“Yes, baby. Yes” He watched as I moved even faster, his d**k in and out of her mouth and it felt so good, I could feel my p***y getting wet.

And then before I could blink, he had flipped me back on the bed, his head between my legs as he ripped my panties

“God, there are so many things that I want to do with you, Aria. So many dirty, dirty things.”

“Tell me” I whispered breathlessly.

“I imagined your wrists pinned down by my hands,” he went on roughly, “me forcing you to take it over and over. Your hard little n*****s swollen from my mouth. Your lips red and wet from sucking my c**k. The room filled with those sexy sounds you make … those helpless whimpers when you can’t stop coming.”

I whimpered then, biting my l*p as he fluttered over my clit with the wicked lash of his tongue. I hooked one leg over his bare shoulder, the heat of his skin scorching the sensitive flesh at the back of my knee. “I want what you want.”

He sucked me, drawing on the tight bundle of nerves. I squirmed because his mouth was scorching hot, his tongue a rough velvet lash against my tender flesh.

When his teeth bit into the tip, I cried out, my body jerking as sharp need arrowed to my dripping p***y.

I climaxed with a breathless cry, my legs shaking with the rush of release.

I was still quivering with pleasure when holding me effortlessly, he slammed into him to the hilt in one move that had me arching my back, a scream in my voice as I wrapped my legs around him.

He withdrew, dragging the thick, heavy crown across the hypersensitive tissues inside me. Then he powered into me, taking me to my limits as he started to make love to me slow and steady. It was almost painful, the way pleasure rocked into me.

“Ah, God.” I writhed in his grip. “You’re so deep.”

“Aria.”

He f****d me deliciously slow and controlled, thrusting like a man set out to ruin. I held on, trembling, spread wide for the relentless drives of his rigid p***s. He was lost to instinct, the insistent desire to mate. Raw m***s spilled from him, making me so hot and slick that my body offered no resistance, welcoming his desperate need.

It was rough and messy and sexy as hell. It was desperate and I loved it. It was an expression of how strongly he felt about me. His neck arched and he gasped my name.

“Come for me,” I demanded, not even knowing that I was capable of coherent speech as my p***y tightened around him, squeezing his d**k hard.

His whole body jerked hard, then shuddered. His mouth twisted in a grimace of agonized bliss, his eyes losing their focus as the climax built.

Roma came with an animal roar, spurting so hard I felt it. Over and over, heating me from the inside with thick washes of semen.

My lips were all over him, my arms and legs holding tight.

He collapsed against me, his lungs heaving for breath.

“Aria.” He whispered in my ears sleepily and when I closed my eyes, I felt him begin to stand up from the bed.

“Don’t go. Please.” I whispered but I didn’t hear what he said as I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes hours later, I looked to my side to see Roma sitting on the couch facing the bed, wearing only his pants as he watched me.

And I realized that he had not slept beside me last night. In fact he might not have slept at all.

Dragging the sheets up to my chest, I looked at him, hurt by that knowledge.

That I could not even hold him after a beautiful night that we had shared. And that I didn’t even know why.

Looking at the time, I saw that it was almost dawn and I gestured towards him to come to the bed

“It’s still dark. Come to bed, please.”

“I can’t.”

“Why? Because you’re scared of hurting me? Because of the nightmares? I have nightmares too. I understand.”

“No, you don’t.” He answered with conviction and it felt like a slap to the face.

“Then tell me! Tell me something, Roma. Help me understand.”

“You’ve seen what I look like, Aria. You’ve seen what I’m capable of. That is what happens if I lose the tiniest bit of control.”

“You didn’t hurt me in the woods”

“But how about asleep? Did I not try to strangle you to death?”

“I don’t care what you say, Roma, why are you trying to push me away? I thought neither of us was going anywhere. I thought that was what you said.”

“Yes. I don’t want you to go anywhere but at this point, if you replace out the truth about me, you will not want to stay.”

“I want to know. I need to know.”

The silence that followed my words was heavy and when Roma looked at me, his eyes were a bright red that made my entire body freeze in fear even though he was not moving.

“I wasn’t always like this, Aria. But I was cursed. Because I killed my father. And I liked it.”