Dorian
A problem.
Dorian wanted to laugh at how ludicrous that sounded. A problem, like her desire to come was an inconvenience to him. It infuriated him to deny her, to resist the urge to touch her after all he’d learned about her existence tonight.
She was so much more than a pet.
His venom was an aphrodisiac, one humans became addicted to. It was why many accepted their fate as a pet, relying on their master to supply them with their drug of choice.
Many masters loved the physical dependency their venom created, but not Dorian. If he gave in to Aria’s demands and f****d her, took pleasure in staring at her naked body without her being clear-headed, it would make him as vile as his father.
“You’re still standing there,” she whispered in that addicting f*****g tone. It was bre
