Until Her - Ami Van Page 0,35
the sight but something inside him breaks just a little more that it’s come to this. Sure he’s played the role before but it shouldn’t be like this with Ariana. She shouldn’t need it to keep from falling apart. He clasps his hands and steeples his fingers together until his knuckles whiten.
Fucking Isabella and Cristian Romano. They did this to her.
“Come,” he calmly commands her even though a storm of emotions is brewing inside of him.
He didn’t have to tell her twice this time.
She crawls over, on her hands and knees. His unruly cock stiffening just a little more at the site yet his teeth grit in frustration and anger.
She sits by his feet once she reaches him. She does not lift her eyes to meet his. She wasn’t conditioned nor ordered to do so. Still, he watches her until there are no more signs of trembling. Her flushed skin now looks cool and though she still seems nervous, she doesn’t have the look of a caged animal anymore.
He’s a patient man. He has to be to live the life he’s been living. And so he waits. Waits for her to relax enough for them to at least talk. He should be walking away from this but he waits to make sure that she’s okay. He needs to be sure that she’ll be okay.
“Are you feeling better?” he asks to break the silence after what seems like a whole afternoon as life continues to move around outside.
“Yes,” she replies. “Thank you…sir.”
Sir. His teeth grind a little tighter with the stir of emotions she’s creating within him.
“I will never ask you to do anything I don’t feel you can handle. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes, sir.” Her hesitation irritates him even more now and it’s giving him a complex to be feeling this way.
“You will learn to trust me, Ariana. Your punishments will never be what the Romanos did to you but they can be just as harsh. Pleasure can be just as painful a punishment.”
He can see the emotions running through her. Can see her thoughts circling inside of her pretty little head as if he is watching them through a window.
“Should you be punished today?” he asks.
He leans back into the seat and waits.
Chapter Fifteen
“Should you be punished today?”
His question reverberates and lingers in the room. She knows she should answer without hesitation. Isabella would never have tolerated hesitation. She would have been caned twice by now and the seconds are still ticking by.
Every cell in her body is screaming yes! Punish me!
Why? Because she wanted what he was giving. He kissed her and she soared.
And she shouldn’t. Soaring high means it will be an extremely painful crash.
His kiss ignited everything inside her that she thought was dead. Passion. Want. Lust. Desire. All the things that she was told she did not deserve and made to believe did not truly exist, he brought out with just that one kiss.
That kiss also ignited fear. Fear of Isabella.
This man was that witch’s intended. And here she was, giving herself to him. Deep within her, she knows Isabella will somehow find out about what just happened. Isabella always finds out like she had a third-eye and then she’d be punished. Truly punished.
That fear overwhelmed her and she panicked but the moment Adam uttered the command, control was taken away and a sense of calm washed over her. She didn’t have to think. She didn’t have to fear. She didn’t have to choose. The only thing she had to do was to obey. To obey and accept whatever is to come.
That was how her life had been lived.
She’d never really lived though, did she?
“Ariana,” he prods. “You may look at me.”
All she wants now is to please him. She lifts her chin and locks eyes with his. She tells Adam every thought strumming through her head without saying a single word. Those thoughts and emotions are all now unfiltered without the drugs…without the haze clouding her eyes.
His response? He holds her gaze and she sees his storm brewing. This beautiful and ruthless man. She’s never seen him with blood on his hands but everything about him screams danger. Not right now though. Right now, she can feel his words caressing her nerve ends.
Safe, he silently says to her and her anxiety is already obeying.
“Yes,” she replies. As if there were any other answers.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. I-I should be punished…sir.”
She’d used that word…sir…many times yet this is the first time she’s truly disgusted with herself for using