Chapter 2
Aria’s POV
The moment I pushed the door open, my gaze locked with Elias, who was just about to step out, and my heart dropped. I had just disobeyed the only rule he gave me since I stepped into this house.
F*ck.
“What are you doing here?”
His voice was cold. I had never heard him sound so menacing until now.
“I..I didn’t mean to..I mean..I’m sorry..”
“What did I say about staying away from the east wing?” he growled, at least, that’s what it sounded like, and I took a step backward in fear. “I warned you endlessly about never coming here. This was the only rule I gave you since you came here, and you just had to disobey.”
He strode meticulously toward me, and no matter how many steps I took backward, he followed. I was about to turn around and bolt when he suddenly grabbed my hand and yanked me close to him. A yelp of shock escaped my lips as my chest bumped into his, sending jolts of electricity through my body.
F*ck. He was bare-chested, and I was literally pressed against him. I had spent three months yearning for a man far older than me, but I always told myself to look away because he would never be interested in me. But with my hands pressed against his chest and his hand gripping my waist tightly, I seemed to have lost all sense of reasoning.
“I’m sorry…” My voice came out more as a whimper than an apology, and his eyes, which had been burning with anger just seconds ago, softened. His right hand gently grabbed my chin as his eyes landed on my lips, and I let out a soft whimper.
Goodness, I wanted him. I wanted him to kiss me. Maybe I did this on purpose so he would finally have a reason to notice me more. And if coming to the east wing would make him hold me like this all the time, then I would gladly do it again.
“You smell so good,” he suddenly muttered, his eyes hazy with what looked like desire as he leaned closer until his face was buried in the crook of my neck. What was happening?
My fingers curled around his shirt as his grip on my waist tightened, and I was slowly losing my shit. My thighs clenched involuntarily, and I could feel my hardened nipples poke his chest through my shirt.
I was definitely f*cked. If we continued like this, I would be offering myself to him without any hesitation.
“E-Elias…” I moaned softly, and suddenly, he stiffened. Then he pulled back so quickly that I almost stumbled.
“Do not come to the east wing again,” he said, the hazy look on his face gone, his voice cold as fuck. “Leave.”
Without wasting any more time, I turned around and sprinted away, my heart pounding harshly in my chest. Breakfast had been forgotten on the dining table. I found myself wishing he would have me for breakfast instead.
I let out a sigh as soon as I got to my room and slumped onto the bed. I wondered what was hidden in the east wing that made it so forbidden to approach. Could it be his late wife’s dead body?
My core pulsed as the image of him standing there, bare-chested, plagued my mind. There was something about him, something that pulled me toward him like an invisible thread, and no matter how hard I tried to resist it, I only wanted him more.
And now, I wanted him so badly that even my p*ssy agreed with me. I was soaking wet.
“What the f*ck is wrong with me?” I yelled into my pillow with a frustrated groan, but that didn’t stop the growing desire that refused to fade. I hurriedly kicked off my skirt and ran a finger up and down my p*ssy lips, groaning at how incredible it felt.
I wished my fingers were replaced with his. Or perhaps his tongue. Maybe even his c*ck. I didn’t care, I wanted him right now.
“O-oh, Elias…” I moaned, slipping two fingers into my cunt as a shaky breath escaped my lips. “Oh, f*ck me… right there.”
I shifted into a better position with my knees on the bed and slid in three fingers this time, earning a sharp, choking moan as I rode them.
“F*ck me, Elias… oh f*ck, daddy, ah, yes…” My moans grew louder with each passing second as I worked my hips over my fingers. This was insane. This was forbidden. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him like this.
But f*ck me, I couldn’t help myself—not even knowing he might hear me, feel disgusted, and throw me out. I was done playing the innocent maid. And with the way he had looked at me earlier, the way he had held me, it told me everything I needed to know.
He wanted me too.
“F*ck—f*ck!” I cried out in ecstasy as I tipped over the edge and fell into my climax, the pit of my stomach tightening with pleasure.
I gasped as a soft chuckle escaped me. I really did that. I touched myself while thinking about my hot boss, who was completely out of my reach, even though I knew he could hear me.
“You’re insane, Aria,” I muttered to myself as I headed to the bathroom, my legs shaking slightly from how hard I had f*cked myself. After washing my hands and cleaning up, I put my skirt back on and pulled the door open.
“Had fun?” Elias muttered as he leaned against the wall.
A scream ripped from my lips as I stumbled backward.
“My name rolls so s*xily off your lips,” he added in a nonchalant tone, and my heart dropped.
Did he, did he actually listen to me f*ck myself?
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