Juliette
He warned me we were doomed from the start, and I should have listened. But some fires burn too hot to resist.
Now, I'm trapped in a vicious cycle of desire, tangled up in Areston's dangerous world. Every kiss, every touch pulls me deeper...
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I'm rushing down the stairs like a mad woman, tears falling incessantly down my eyes when I'm greeted by the man I'm madly in love with standing gloriously naked at the end of the stairs, his heavy brows snapped together.
His thunderous gaze flicks over my state before landing on my eyes. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
My heart begins to pound. Rage starts pumping into my body regardless of the whore part of me feeling fierce desire clench in my sex so hard at the sight of his lean, muscular male body, honed to physical perfection
"Home." I blink back my tears.
"This is home."
"Your home not mine."
"You're spending the night with me. Here. In this home," his tone is a blistering command, silently warning me not to argue.
"No. I am not," I try to walk past him, but he hauls me roughly from my nape and yanks me to his body.
"You have to stop defying me all the time, Belle," he whispers, his voice a stark contrast to his murderous gaze.
My breath hitches as he reaches up and gently curves his other hand over my chin, his thumb gently caressing my lower lip.
"What's going on? Talk to me," he asks again.
"I am just going home," I lower my head, placing my palms against his chest as tears start rolling down my face.
"Why?" He lifts my chin to make me level with him.
"I'm certain you're regretting being back with me. You have been detached all evening and then—you were waiting for me to fall asleep so you could slip out of the bed," I swallow between my tears. "You knew how I felt about it, Ares. Sleeping in different beds is a deal breaker for me. I'm afraid I'm still adamant on the same thing I wanted from you back in Italy. That will never change. We can't work out so it would be better if we stop even trying to make an arrangement work between us."
"What are you even talking about?" he says through clenched teeth.
"I'm not a fool, Ares. I can see it. Feel it. I know you're regretting what happened between us and are withdrawing as a result. I felt it the moment we left my place today and then the whole evening and then after… the sex. I did not voice it because I kept making myself that perhaps I was overthinking and I was wrong—"
"You were wrong and you're wrong. I'm not feeling regret, Belle. I apologize if I made you feel that I was withdrawn. I am not. Overwhelmed is more like it. Back at your place I was in a trance state I admit."
"Trance state?"
"I had tasted you after so long and I couldn't believe that I had you back with me at last. That's what it was. You have no idea what your body means to me. What you mean to me, Juliette Rothschild. I have been regretting what I put you through when it's so clear I can't live without you. I am sorry if I felt withdrawn, tesoro. It's just that I had no words for the first time to tell you how I have been feeling."
