The need boiling within her body, the one that demanded she lean into him and do more than kiss, had worsened.
Aria was internally panicking, especially since she was sure that if the wetness she could feel between her legs got worse, then it wouldn’t take Zyren long to find out.
"Please, can you just—" only to pause, stunned by the flash of what she could have sworn was hurt in Zyren’s eyes when he looked at her just before it turned into what could only be called fury.
She could feel it wafting off him right before it settled in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on her.
"Little flame..." he said, his voice much lower—so low that she almost didn’t hear it—with a sharpened edge attached to it. Aria was shocked to feel him carry her off his lap and drop her to the floor in the next breath.
A rush of relief had just flooded her veins, her eyes darting to the door when she watched as Zyren stood up, easily towering over her like he usually did.
Aria was still adjusting the black ripped gown she wore, her eyes darting around to look for the small jacket she previously had on, only for her eyes to widen as she noticed Zyren take off the deep blue coat he had on, tossing it over the chair he had been sitting on.
The coat had barely dropped on the chair when Aria instantly bolted. He wasn’t speaking, and his gaze was much darker than before, and Aria knew when she had messed up—and she clearly had.
But she had barely taken two steps in the direction of the door when she felt her body being lifted off the ground even as she gasped, yelling at him with fear lodged in her throat.
"What? Why are you carrying me?" she gasped, only to hear the sound of plates and cups, platters of food and other things crash against the ground right before she felt her butt hit the hardness of the table.
She was shocked to feel her legs dangle over the side of the large and tall table, scrambling up to sit on it.
Her gown had ridden up again, but she barely glanced at it, her entire gaze fixed on Zyren who was slowly unbuttoning the shirt he wore even as her heart pounded heavily against her chest as she heard him speak.
A dangerous tone in his voice—one that terrified her even more than when he had moved closer to her with a blade in his hand.
"It’s my fault!" he said even as he unbuttoned it until there were no more buttons to touch. "I should have done this the moment I brought you back!" he said, and Aria didn’t need to ask him what he meant.
Horror flashed in her eyes as she instantly scrambled back on the table only to feel him grab her leg and pull her back, one of his hands enough to keep her pinned against the table even as she watched him move his fingers to undo his pants.
"Wa-wait!" she gasped, wiggling even more fiercely than before as panic filled her gaze, not caring if she got hurt as she went ahead to even bite his hand, scratching and clawing at him.
Zyren frowned, pulling her towards him the next moment as he turned her back towards him before leaning her body against the table with his own body pressing down on her.
"Zyren!" Aria yelled at him as her heart pounded loudly in her head, only to hear a loud chuckle from behind her right into her ears as she felt his hands glide up her thighs, pulling off the small underskirt she wore.
"You call my name so sweetly!" he whispered back, his voice deeper than usual, but again she could hear the anger brimming in his tone even as she felt him move his hips in between her legs as he stopped her from closing them.
"Wa-wait," she begged even as she tried looking back but was unable to as she was bent over the table, even as she felt him touch her between her legs.
"You’re wet!" he stated, the surprise evident in his voice, so also was the glee that followed. It didn’t help that her entire body trembled under his touch, and she felt her eyes see stars as she felt him touch her in a way that sent sharp darts of pleasure right through her entire body.
"You said you weren’t going to force me!" she snapped out loud, gritting her teeth together to keep her sanity even as she felt him slowly slide his fingers into her in a way that made her arch her back no matter how much she didn’t want to.
There was something primal within her that demanded to be satisfied, and the more it happened, the harder it was to ignore.
"You-you said—" she gasped even as her head spun.
"In a moment you’d be the one begging me!" Zyren responded, words that Aria knew to be the truth even as she felt herself slowly becoming dazed so much that it terrified her.
The next moment she opened her mouth to say the only words she knew would save her. "I’ll sleep with you!" she gasped even as she felt her body wiggle back in a bid to make his fingers go deeper.
"I’ll willingly present myself to you in a few days!" she told him, aware that it was either that or continue to struggle and do something she would regret.
Zyren’s hands stopped moving, but he still didn’t pull them out.
"Why should I care? Why shouldn’t I just take what I want?" he asked, only to hear Aria’s almost powerless response.
"Because you want me to willingly submit to you! I don’t know why, but that’s what you want!" she told him, saying what she knew to be the absolute truth while hoping it was enough.