Chapter 11The room was silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of our desire. Cross's hands found my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as I began to rock against him more vigorously, my wetness coating him, the friction driving me closer to the edge. He groaned, his eyes glazed with lust, as I took my power back, dictating the rhythm of our dance. I felt a thrill at the way he watched me, his pupils wide and dark with need."Fuck," I moaned, my voice breathless and low, the word slipping out before I could stop it. The sensation was too intense, the feeling of him beneath me, hard and demanding, too much to ignore. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his face as I rode him, my movements growing more frantic. His thumbs continued to play with my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.But Cross had had enough of my teasing. With a sudden, surprising show of strength, he flipped us over, his body covering mine a
Cross didn't waste any time. With a feral growl, he grabbed my hips, his hands like steel bands around my waist. I could feel the tip of his erection probing at my entrance, the heat of him making me squirm with anticipation. He didn't bother with sweet talk or gentle persuasion—just one hard, swift thrust and he was inside me, filling me up with an intensity that made me gasp.He held my hair in his fist, pulling my head back so I was forced to look up at him. His eyes were blazing with lust, his face a mask of concentration and power. "You're no longer a virgin," he growled, his voice deep and guttural. "So you can handle this, cara."And with those words, he began to thrust into me with a ferocity that took my breath away. Each movement was punctuated by the sound of our bodies slapping together, the smack of his hips against my ass echoing in the room. I moaned, my eyes never leaving his, as he claimed me in a way that was both brutal and exhilarating. The pain had faded into th
"Tell me," he whispered, his voice a dark caress, "am I too rough?"I opened my mouth to protest, but before the words could escape, Cross's hand shot up to cover my throat, his thumb resting gently on my pulse. The pressure was enough to make me pause, to swallow the words that had formed on the tip of my tongue. His eyes bore into me, a silent challenge that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through my body.He leaned down, his erection poised at my entrance, and whispered, "You want it rough, don't you, cara?" His breath was hot against my ear, his voice a seductive taunt. "You want to feel me claiming you, owning you, making you scream my name."The pressure on my neck grew slightly, his thumb caressing the delicate skin of my throat. I nodded, unable to find the words to articulate the maelstrom of emotions inside me. The need to feel him dominate me was stronger than any fear or pride I had left."Good," he murmured, his eyes darkening as he pushed into me once more. He was r
Cross’s grip loosened slightly, but his eyes never left mine. “What do I want from you?” he asked, his voice low and cold. “Everything, cara. Your loyalty, your obedience… and your silence.”I swallowed hard, the tension in the room thick enough to choke me. “Silence about what?”His face hardened, and a dangerous edge crept into his tone. “About tonight. About me. About everything you think you know.” He tilted his head, his sharp gaze pinning me in place. “You were digging for answers, weren’t you? That’s why you came after me.”I opened my mouth to deny it, but the truth hung in the air between us. Cross smirked, his amusement clear as he saw the panic flash in my eyes.“You’re clever,” he admitted, his tone mocking. “But cleverness can get you killed.” He leaned back slightly, as if to give me space, but his presence was still overwhelming. “You think you’ve uncovered the monster in the dark, but you’re blind to what lies ahead.”Anger flared inside me, briefly pushing aside my fe
ARI’s pov The sound of running water echoed from the small adjoining bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my jaw clenched and my hands gripping the sheets tightly. My emotions churned—anger, disbelief, humiliation—all swirling together into a storm I could barely contain. Cross Margiello was in my bathroom. That fact alone was enough to make my skin crawl. He had turned my life upside down in ways I hadn’t even begun to understand, yet he moved through my space as though he owned it, as though I were just some pawn on his chessboard. The bathroom door opened, and steam billowed out. Cross stepped into the room, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water trailing down his chiseled torso. He didn’t even glance my way as he walked to the chair where his clothes were draped. “It’s almost morning,” he said casually, his deep voice breaking the tense silence. I stared at him, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. He spoke as though nothing had happened, as though hi
ARI’s povI didn’t sleep much. My eyes were bloodshot, and my mind wouldn’t shut off. It kept replaying everything that happened with Cross—his coldness, the way he brushed me off, the slap. I didn’t regret it, but I sure as hell wasn’t proud of it either. It was like I was fighting a battle inside myself—part of me wanted to run far away from everything, to quit this whole mess, to forget about him. But another part of me, the stupid part, the part that still couldn’t let go, wanted to stay in this twisted game I had no business being a part of.I forced myself out of bed, pushing the thoughts of Cross aside, at least for the moment. I had to go to work. I didn’t have a choice.The shower didn’t help clear my head, and the coffee didn’t taste as good as it usually did. I was running on fumes, but I still managed to pull myself together, throwing on my uniform, tying my hair into a tight ponytail, and pretending like nothing was wrong. But I knew better. The moment I stepped into
Ari’s POV It was all Jonathan’s fault! If only he had been a faithful boyfriend then maybe I wouldn’t have carelessly slept with the man my team were after. One minutes I was certain I was going to deal with Cross and take a hold of my life and the next, I was letting it bother me. My mind subtly went to the feel of his lips against my skin and I shrugged it off. Damn Cross! Minute after minute seemed heavier than the one before. At this point in the day, my thoughts were not on my best side and all I wanted was to go home. I was exhausted after Jonathan's interrogation. His accusations and his statements about safeguarding someone weighed heavily on me, making it impossible for me to release them. It was hard to forget about Cross when he was the center of our investigation so there was definitely no forgetting him, even though I knew I couldn't escape him permanently. “Heading home?” I heard Jonathan ask while I grabbed my belongings. Ignoring his gaze, I re
ARI’S POVNo, not tonight.He wasn’t going to waltz into the picture tonight again to be some Prince Charming coming in to save the day.Both men turned to Cross now.“This was supposed to be some guns aside game, dude, but looks like you cheated already!” Instantly, they each pulled out a trigger and trailed it on Cross.My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t understand why. I mean, if they opened fire and rained bullets on him right now, they’ll be putting all my stress to an end. They would be ridding the world off a criminal and my confusion will finally be over.But I noticed a feeling in that split second of picturing him dead and crashing to the ground – fear.I was scared of losing Cross!And everything about that just wasn’t right.I turned to him, partly pleading, partly also being defiant to having to accept the fact that we were outnumbered.“Cross, just put the gun away.” I muttered. It was only a psychological game we played as cops; one that could buy us time to do som
Cross’ POVThe roar of the engine filled my ears as I sped down the deserted road, the air slashing across my face. My mind was a storm, thoughts slamming into each other. Ari was in trouble. I didn’t know where, I didn’t know how, but I could feel it. The moment I saw that unknown number flash on my screen, I knew. And when the call disconnected before a voice could even come through, I didn’t hesitate. With a flick of my wrist, I activated the tracker embedded in my device, hacking into the last known coordinates of the signal.The result made my blood run cold.A forest. The middle of nowhere. And a part of me already knew who had taken her.Jonathan.If Mira could have worked with someone… Could it be him?The bastard wasn’t dead. Not yet. But I was about to fix that.I pushed the bike harder, trees blurring past me in dark smudges. The location was getting closer, the beeping on my tracker speeding up. My gut clenched as a shadowy structure came into view. An uncompleted buildi
Ari’s POVI ran.Blindly. Desperately. My breath came in ragged gasps, my legs screaming for rest, but I didn't dare stop. What I didn’t expect outside the building was a stretch of green - the woods…I cursed.Behind me, his voice slithered through the trees, taunting, sing-song, twisted in its mockery."Ari, come out, come out wherever you are…"A shudder ripped through me. He was enjoying this. The chase. The fear. The sheer power he had over me.I pushed forward, stumbling over uneven ground. My body ached, but I forced myself onward, lungs burning, heart hammering against my ribs. If I stopped, I was dead.Up ahead, a fallen tree loomed. I dropped to my knees, crawling underneath, pressing myself against the damp earth. I clenched my fists, holding my breath. Maybe, just maybe, I could disappear into the shadows.The silence stretched.Then—a hand clamped around my ankle.A scream tore from my throat as I was yanked backward, my nails clawing at the ground, grasping for anything
Ariana’s POVDarkness.It was thick, suffocating, pressing against me like a second skin.My wrists burned from the restraints, bound so tightly I could feel the circulation slowing. My ankles were the same—tied, restrained, useless. My breath was uneven, a mix of panic and frustration, chest rising and falling against the gag tied around my mouth.I tried to move. Failed.I tried again, twisting my body, but all it did was send a sharp pain shooting through my shoulders.Where the hell was I?The last thing I remembered was stepping into my apartment. Then—darkness.Now I was here.And I wasn’t alone.A noise—a rustling, a whimper—echoed through the blackness.Then, a voice. Weak. Trembling. Familiar.“…Ari?”My body froze.That voice.That broken, barely-there whisper.Kaelie.My head snapped toward the sound, my eyes adjusting to the dimness of what little light seeped through the cracks of wherever the fuck we were.And then—I saw her.Tied. Beaten. Bloody.She was slumped against
Cross’ POVAs I ran through to the car, I already spotted what was coming. If Mira already knew about Ari, she had definitely told the Don, and the Don was already in the picture. If the Don was in the picture, they were coming for me. I and the Don had made an agreement, and that was to stay faithful to Mira.That agreement was broken.In no time, the Don’s men would be here.The air was thick with gasoline and sweat as I slipped into the car. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I reached for my phone, barely suppressing the rush of adrenaline flooding my veins.The Don may be on me, but I also had my plans.And it was time to put it in motion.The call rang once before Gustav answered.“It’s time.”There was no hesitation. No questions. Only a sharp exhale from the other end of the line before the call cut off.And then—The roar of engines.Headlights flared in the distance, then multiplied like wildfire. The Don’s men poured in from every alley, every street, surroun
Cross’ POVThe city streets were still drenched in the silence of the early morning when I arrived at the hideout. My body ached from exhaustion, but my mind was sharper than ever.Leo was dead.That truth weighed on me like chains, heavy and unrelenting. I had spent years crawling out of the grave only to return and find the ones I left behind buried instead.Leo should have been here. Laughing. Drinking. Breathing.Instead, we were about to put him in the ground.I entered the dimly lit warehouse, my boots echoing against the cold concrete. Gustav was already there, leaning against a wooden crate, a cigarette burning low between his fingers.He looked up at me, his sharp eyes unreadable. "You're back."I nodded. "Get the men ready. We're taking Leo home."Gustav exhaled a cloud of smoke before flicking the cigarette away. “Took you long enough, boss. I gat you, anyway.” he muttered, pushing off the crate. “I’ll round them up.”Within minutes, my men—Leo’s men—our family—began to gat
Ari's POVThe world was still wrapped in the quiet, heavy embrace of the early morning when I stirred. My body felt warm, blanketed by the remnants of a presence so familiar yet so distant that, for a moment, I thought I was still dreaming.And then I felt it.A slow, steady breath against my neck.The warmth of a body pressed against mine.An arm lazily draped over my waist.Reality settled in.I didn't dare move—not yet. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my heart swelling, aching, twisting. He was here. Cross was here. Alive. In my bed.The night had been a storm of emotions, fists, accusations, and unbridled relief. And now, here we were, tangled in the stillness, as if the world hadn’t turned upside down just hours ago.Slowly, I turned my head, and there he was.Cross.His face, barely inches from mine, softened in sleep. His long lashes cast faint shadows on his sharp cheekbones, his lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that had once been the most c
Ari's POVOnce we reached the bed, he pushed me down before pulling his trouser and boxer off, and then climbing on top of me, his hard length rubbing against my thigh."Spread your legs for me." Cross ordered, his eyes locked on mine as he waited for me to comply.I obeyed, opening my legs wide, exposing my pussy to him.He reached down and ran his finger over my folds, his cock twitching when he saw how wet I was."You're dripping." He smiled, bringing his fingers to his mouth and he licked them clean.He leaned forward, his face only inches from mine. "Are you ready for me, Ari?""Yes," I gasped, my body aching for him.Cross grinned and gripped his cock, he slid the tip along my folds, teasing me to further wetness before pushing himself inside me, his eyes closing and his face tightening as he felt me wrap around his cock."So tight," he groaned. "And so wet.""Yeah." I cried out, arching my back as he started thrusting.His thrusts were slow and steady at first, but they gradual
Ari's POVThe taste of him was intoxicating.The way his tongue slid against mine, his teeth scraping across my lower lip.I didn’t realize that I was pressed up against the wall until his hand slid up the back of my shirt, fingers playing across the bare skin of my back.I gasped."Cross."His name slipped out. It felt like a plea. Or a prayer. But I didn't care.I didn't care at all what it meant or felt like.Right now, all that mattered was him and how he was making me feel.The way his lips were on mine.The way his body pressed against me.Cross's mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. I arched into him, heat flooding through me as I have into my desires.It wasn't enough.It would never be enough. Not with Cross.I tugged at the hem of his shirt, my hands slipping underneath to touch the smooth, hard muscles beneath."Take it off," I breathed out, my voice thick with lust. Raw and heavy.Cross pulled back, a smirk on his lips."Are you sure?""Yes,"
Ari's POVThe night stretched on, endless and suffocating. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to close my eyes for more than a few seconds without a wave of paranoia washing over me. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to shut down. Every creak, every distant honk of a car outside sent a shiver down my spine. I could still feel the weight of what had happened—Kaelie missing, the attack at her house, and then…Cross.The name burned inside my head like fire. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. He was dead. I had seen him buried… No, the body was “evidence.” But I had mourned him, shattered myself trying to move on. I had told myself a thousand times that he was gone. But tonight, he was there—flesh, blood, and rage. My rescuer. My nightmare. My ghost.Or was it him?Jeez… What was I doing to myself?A shuddering breath escaped my lips.Perhaps, I just needed to sleep and wake up and everything will be alright.But then I heard it.A noise. A faint rustling