Aria's POV
"Good." A beat of silence. Then, lower: "Now send me a picture."
My heart stopped. "What?"
"You heard me. I showed you mine. Now I want to see yours. I want to see what I'm going to be f*****g tonight."
"Damian, I'm at a restaurant—"
"I don't care. Pull your sweater down. Show me those t**s. I want to see your n*****s hard, knowing it's because of me."
My hand trembled as I lifted my phone. I bit my lip, then pulled the neckline of my sweater down, snapping a quick picture of my bare chest, my n*****s already tight and peaked.
I sent it.
A long pause. Then a low, rough groan through the speaker.
"f**k. Look at you. So perfect. I'm gonna suck on those t**s tonight until you're begging me to stop."
I could hear it then—a soft, wet sound through the
