Finding Beauty in the Darkness

The three girls look at me, stunned. “Which room?” I repeat.

“Umm…I think room two,” Sienna says. Without waiting for her to be sure, I bolt out of the kitchen and head to the rooms. When I get to the second room, I turn the nob and it opens. It’s not locked. Nobody is in the room.

“Edgardo, what room is Aria in?”

He pulls his iPad out. “Room two.”

“So, where is she?”

“They might be done with the room, Boss. It was scheduled for a couple hours ago.”

I thank Edgardo and head upstairs to my room. When I get to the second floor, without giving it a second thought, I stop at Aria’s room. I knock once and wait.

“Come in.”

I open the door and see Aria lying across her bed. “You’re in here.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Where else would I be?”

“The girls mentioned you had a private room scheduled for tonight.”

Aria stands from the bed, her hand going to her hip. “You’re checking up on my schedule? Do you do that for all the girls?”

I step toward her. She's in those adorable fucking sweatpants she always wears. The ones where I don’t even have to look to know they have some cheesy writing across her ass. Her face is makeup free and her hair is up in her signature messy bun. Out of all the different looks Aria has, the way she looks right now is hands-down the most beautiful version of this woman.

Grabbing the hair tie in her hair, I pull on it a few times until her hair comes free, falling down her shoulders. “No, I don't keep track of all the women. Just the one that means something to me. Did you have sex with him, Aria?” I hold my breath as I wait for her answer, but I know deep down, her answer won’t change how I feel. I want her, every part of her.

“Let's not play this game, Giovanni.” Her eyes dart around the room to avoid making eye contact with me.

Grabbing her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I force her to look at me. “This isn't a game.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don't fucking know. I just know I want you and no matter how much I try to stop the way I feel, I can't tame down these feelings.”

“I didn’t have sex with him.”

Everything in me relaxes but tenses at the same time for completely different reasons. My hands go to her ass and I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carry her out of her room and up the stairs to mine, slamming the door behind us and locking it. The entire time she’s quiet, staring at me, her fingers running through my hair.

Laying her on the bed, I climb up her body, trapping her in the circle of my arms, and take a second to memorize her in this position. Her hair is splayed out across my pillow, her deep green eyes shining, and her lips, fuck, those lips, so naturally plump and ready for me. Her breathing is accelerated and I know she’s just as overcome with lust as I am.

Not so gently, I bring my lips to hers, claiming her, my tongue slipping inside her mouth as I taste her. Aria moans into my mouth, her hips bucking up and rubbing against my already hard cock, spurring me on.

My lips move to her neck as I trail kisses downward to her collarbone. She shivers in response. Her breathy moans, the only noise in an otherwise quiet room. I pull her shirt up and she finishes pulling it the rest of the way off her for me, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her tits are even more gorgeous than before. Her eating has filled her out in all the right places. Luscious and full and perky as fuck, her nipples are hard.

Taking a nipple into my mouth, I suck on the hardened tip. Aria’s back arches as she lets out a loud gasp then a sigh. I take the other one between my lips and suck on it the same way. Then grabbing both tits in my hands, I bring them together, both nipples going into my mouth as I lick and suck and nibble on the rosy buds.

Aria’s body starts to wiggle and her hand goes to my shirt, wanting me to remove it. Reluctantly letting go of her tits, I sit up and pull my shirt off my body. My mouth goes right back to where it was, placing kisses all over her.

“Gio…”

I look up when she whispers my name and notice her eyes darting all over the place, like she’s nervous. “What’s wrong, cuore mio? You want me to stop?” The thought that I just called her my heart doesn’t go unnoticed, but I push it aside for now.