The Heiress' Revenge

Chapter 159: You’re Mine

Ariana’s POV

Melissa’s face went red, her hand flew up, she tried to slap me, but I was fast to catch her wrist. I held it tight. She struggled, but I didn’t let go.

"Don’t you ever try to touch me again," I said with a voice that was low and dangerous. "You have no idea what I’ve been through. You have no idea what I’m capable of."

I let go of her wrist she stumbled back with her eyes wide.

Scared.

Good.

She should be scared.

"You stay away from me," I said. "You stay away from my children, and you enjoy your little party because it’s going to be your last. I’m going to take everything from you. Everything you stole, everything you thought was yours, and when I’m done, you will have nothing for the rest of your miserable life."

I turned around and walked to the door.

I opened it, looking back at her.

She was still standing there.

"Oh, and Melissa?" I said. "You should be very careful who you call a whore because everyone knows what you did to get where you are. Everyone knows how you spread your legs for power and money. So don’t throw stones. You live in a glass house, and I’m about to shatter it."

I walked out, closing the door behind me.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, leaning on the wall for a second, trying to calm down.

I started walking back toward the party. I needed to find Ares and leave. I needed to get out of this house before I fell apart.

But before I made it to the main room, a hand reached out from a doorway. It grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, making me stumble. The door closed behind me. The room was dark, and I couldn’t see anything. I opened my mouth to scream.

Then his lips were on mine.

A kiss.

Hard.

Desperate.

Hungry.

His hands were on my face, in my hair, on my waist, pulling me close and holding me tight.

I knew these hands, I knew the taste of those lips; there was one that I could never forget.

Dante.

My heart stopped, my brain stopped, basically everything stopped.

He was kissing me, and I was kissing him back, but I didn’t mean to; it was like my body, lips, and heart remembered him.

Even when my mind wanted to forget.

The kiss deepened fast, with his tongue pushed into my mouth. It tangled with mine. My hands pushed at his chest at first weakly, then they gripped his shirt, pulling him nearer.

This was wrong.

So wrong.

I was done with Dante, so done, and I agreed to that, but my body didn’t care. It burned for Dante. I didn’t think I’d miss him this much, not after everything, but I did.

God, I did.

His mouth left mine and travelled down my jaw and neck. He kissed there, sucking hard as his teeth grazed my skin.

I gasped, my head fell back. His hand slid up my side under my shirt, finding my breast and squeezing it roughly while his hand rubbed my nipple through the bra. It hardened fast.

Ached.

"Dante," I whispered. My voice broke. ’What are you doing?’

He didn’t answer, just continued to squeeze harder while pinching the nipple and pulling. Pain mixed with pleasure shot straight to my core.

My pussy clenched.

Wet already.

How did he get his memories back? His eyes in the dark—they looked knowing. Did he remember me? Us? The pain we caused?

I should push him away and run, but my legs wouldn’t move.

My body leaned into him.

Betrayed me.

His other hand yanked my skirt up, his fingers hooked my panties, pulling them aside, and he began to touch me, sliding along my slit.

"You’re soaked for me," he growled against my neck with his voice low and rough.

One finger pushed in. Slipped into my pussy easily and curled inside, hitting my G spot.

I moaned so loud I couldn’t stop it.

"Dante, no." I tried to say it firmly, but it came out weak. My hips bucked, wanting more.

He added another finger and pumped them fast. His thumb circled my clit as pleasure built. My walls gripped him, and my juice coated his hand.

This was insane.

Wrong

Anyone could, but the risk made it hotter.

My mind screamed, " Stop! "

My body screamed yes.

I grabbed his wrist. Tried to pull his hand out. "We can’t."

"You’re mine," he grunted. "Always were."

I shook my head, but my body said yes as my clit throbbed.

"Dante. Oh god." I gasped. Nails dug into his shoulders.

He angled, hitting my G-spot over and over. Stars burst behind my eyes.

We moaned together.

He stayed in me, breathing hard before kissing me, soft now, his lips gentle on mine.

"Now you can go back," he said, his voice smug. "Walk around with your so-called husband, but you’ll feel me with every step. "

I froze, shocked.

He stepped back I heard the creak.

His wheelchair.

He sat down.

Wheeled toward the door.

The door opened light spilled in. He glanced back, his eyes locked on mine, full of possession.

Then he was gone.

I slid down the wall, my Legs weak with a throbbing pussy and a racing heart.

What just happened? How did he remember? And why did it feel so right?

He has his memories back.... But how?

The party noise grew louder. I fixed my clothes and did what I had to before walking out.

Dante had his memories back, and he wanted me. No matter what.

Who did I belong to? My heart knew. Even if my mind fought it.