Book One
Aria Rossi grows up is in a family war between her family and the Violante's. This story follows her journey as a young sheltered child through the challenges that arise ahead.
Lies, loyalty, deceit, ambition, pain, trust, love, and fami...
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I moan softly as Zayn eats me out, grabbing his hair as his tongue pushes inside of me. I arch off the mattress at the sensation, grinding into him as I chase an orgasm. "More!" I moan, shaking as I draw closer. He reaches up and rubs me with his thumb. My orgasm is immediate and I cry out softly, dropping back onto the mattress. He slows down and then kisses up my body gently, reaching my lips. I kiss him back deeply, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pushes into me slowly and gently.
"Are you ok?" He whispers, his voice dropping an octave or two.
I nod quickly, but when he stills, I know that he wanted verbal consent. "I'm good, please keep going," I whisper, kissing down his neck.
He begins to thrust, slowly at first but then picking up speed. I grabbed his arm for support and he leaned down, pressing his lips into mine. I kiss back deeply, my eyes fluttering closed. Zayn grunts softly as he adjusts the angle slightly. It dragged right along my g-spot and I gasp, nails digging into his bicep. "Cum for me," He groans softly, his thrusts becoming quicker. I came hard, biting down on his shoulder to muffle my cry.
~Orlando POV~
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I lay in bed, thinking back to when I last saw Aria. I treated her so poorly. For months, I managed to squash the anger I had about her time with Djordje and Zayn. I forced myself to not be angry about it until it all exploded that one night when I was drunk and cracked her window. It was no excuse for my behavior. Her time spent with the two men to help herself heal enraged me to the point of violence. There was no coming back from that. The worst part had been explaining it to my family who were livid with me. Even without their insistence, I know I need to apologize.
Her words, it's not that simple, sent anger through me in a way I cannot describe. I have been working with both Djordje and Zayn for Draven's campaign for a while now. None of us discussed our relationships with Aria, keeping it separate from our work. Yet, there is still tension between us all, especially after that night when Aria threw up after her drunken rant at us. Last I heard, Aria is at her parent's home, refusing calls from myself and my family.
I spent last night at Djordje's after a long meeting with some potential allies at a club. We talked over bottomless drinks, ensuring an arms deal for Draven's refugee camp somewhere out west. I am very hungover, my mind hurting.
