Chapter 76

ARIA

This was just some psychological shit, wasn’t it?

My mind was playing tricks on me—maybe it still was— and I had fallen prey to those tricks.

His touch was burning me now. I wanted to fight him, I wanted to tell him “no” because I easily recognized the glint in his eyes.

He wanted me.

But did he think that I would fall so easily to my knees?

He had manipulated me so skillfully back then and I was the foolish one, trusted someone even Satan wouldn’t trust.

Shame filled me, heating up my skin and I watched in the reflection as my pale cheeks colored.

Fabiano’s hands trailed down my sunken stomach, over the vertical scar before he began to pull down the zipper of my jeans, the metallic sound flitted through the air.

The color that had filled my cheeks seconds ago drained, leaving me ghastly pale.

Without thinking, my hand landed on his, stopping him from pulling down the zipper completely. Chilly dread settled over me when he raised those steely orbs at me, arching an inky brow thro