40. Aria

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ARIA

T he darkness within me whispers like a seductive lover, and I embrace it. It started the day I killed my dad, the day I discovered the power lurking within. And now, here I am, stepping onto a plane with Jared, leaving my old life behind. The warehouse murder was our baptism, washing away the blood and sins of our past and preparing us for our new life together.

I glance at Jared, excitement surging. His new identity is Jay Taylor, but he's always Jared to me. And I get to keep my name, as I'm not officially wanted. Aria Lennox. Free from the chains of my former life, I feel empowered.

His bright blue eyes shine with hope as we board. Defying the odds, we are fugitives now, escaping society's judgment. With Jared, I feel fearless and free. A moth drawn to the flame, I embrace the thrill of our unknown future.

Our plan is set: new identities and a new life in Toronto. Anonymity and a fresh start will allow us to explore our desires unrestrained. I yearn to delve into the shadows with Jared—my companion, my guide, my partner in crime and passion, as the plane taxis, an electric thrill courses through me.

I picture our future in Toronto—a normal life as a couple, free from condemnation. My heart races as I imagine our shared darkness. I'm ready to surrender, to embrace the night within.

"Here we go," Jared says, eyes anticipatory. As the plane gains speed, our hands clasp, the thrill of escape exhilarating.

Together, we soar into the unknown.

I steal a glance at Jared, and with a mischievous smile, he signals me closer.

"What?" I ask, leaning closer.

"I've got an idea," he whispers. "We have a few hours on this flight. Let's make the most of them."

Biting my lip, I ask, "Here? Now?"

"Why not? It's exciting. An initiation of sorts." His wink sends shivers down my spine.

My cheeks heat at the idea. "What if someone catches us?"

Jared chuckles, his gaze locking with mine. "The risk makes it more exciting. Now, come on. Let's make our way to the bathroom."

We stand, heading to the plane's rear, aware of curious eyes but unyielding in our purpose. Stepping into the tiny bathroom, Jared pulls me close, his arms wrapping around my waist. "Lock the door," he murmurs, his breath warm on my neck.

Fumbling, I lock it. "But someone might need to use it."

"Let them wait. It's just us now. No one else matters." He turns me to face him, our bodies pressed together.

I smile, my hands resting on his chest. "You're insane."

He grins. "Insanely in love with you. Now shut up and kiss me."

Our lips meet, a spark igniting. His roaming hands stir familiar flames. I moan softly, surrendering to his touch.

He lifts me with ease, pressing me against the wall of the small airplane bathroom. I wrap my legs around him.

Lifting me with ease, he presses me against the wall. I wrap my legs around him, my desire burning. "You ready, baby?"he teases, his breath hot on my neck.

"Do it," I whisper, needing to feel him inside me.

With force, he rips my panties down my legs, intensifying my hunger. I want him now, consequences be damned. Releasing himself, he positions his cock at my entrance. "Fuck, Aria, your cunt is soaked."

I'm aching for him, my entire body on fire. "Jared. Now. Please."

In one swift, deliberate motion, he enters me. I gasp, my back arching as I adjust to the fullness.

"That's it, take me," he growls. "Take my cock."

His words fuel the fire inside me, and I nod, my eyes closing as I surrender to the sensation. "Harder, Jared," I beg, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Don't hold back."

He grips my hips and thrusts deep, again and again. The force of our bodies meeting sends shocks of pleasure through me.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls. "Getting fucked by your stepbrother in the sky. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

I'm breathless, every nerve ending alive. "Yes."

"Say it," he demands, his hips snapping against mine. "Tell me how much you love my cock inside you."

"I love it, Jared. I love your cock inside me, filling me up. It's where I belong—bouncing on your dick, taking you deep."

He groans, his body tensing, his grip on my hips tightening. "That's right, baby. Your rightful fucking place is with that tight little pussy wrapped around my dick."

His pace quickens, the plane's bathroom walls trembling. I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on tight as he thrusts into me.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he pants, his eyes closed in concentration. "I need to feel you come around me, baby. Let me feel it."

His words spark an explosion within me, and I cry out as I surrender to my release. "Jared! Oh, god, yes!"

He grunts, his body shuddering as he shoots his cum inside me. We stay locked together, our breath ragged as we come down from our high. I feel his heart pounding against my chest, our sweaty skin pressed together, still joined as one.

Jared pulls back, his eyes searching mine, his thumb brushing my cheek gently. "I love you, Aria. I always have."

Hearing him say those words sends a rush of emotion through me. "I love you too, Jared. You know I do."

His thumb brushes my cheek, a soft caress. "You don't know how long I've waited for you to tell me that. I can hardly believe it's true."

I smile, reaching up to touch his face. "How could I not? You're the only one in my life who has seen the real me and still wants me despite my flaws."

His eyes darken, a fire burning within them. "I want to make love to you when we get to Canada. It will be slow and sweet. I want to worship your body, baby."

My breath catches in my throat, my cheeks warm. I nod, unable to speak because I'm so overwhelmed by my emotions.

He leans in, claiming my lips in a passionate kiss. I respond eagerly, my tongue tangling with his, my body craving his touch, craving him.

Slowly, Jared slips his still semi-hard cock from my pussy, making me mourn the stretch of him inside me. And then he zips his pants up, and I slide my panties back into place, feeling Jared's cum dripping into them.

He unlocks the door, checking for any passengers waiting. The coast is clear. He pulls me out behind him. Step by step, we make our way back to our seats.

Settling into my seat, I glance around, half-expecting judgmental glares or raised eyebrows. But everyone is minding their own business, unaware of what just transpired. A flush of excitement washes over me. We got away with it. I suppress a giggle, covering my mouth with my hand.

Jared's eyes sparkle with mischief. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I reply. "It's just... We did it. We fucked on an airplane, and no one noticed."

He grins, leaning closer. "Now we just have to wait for the right moment to do it again, baby."

Shoving him gently, I shake my head. "I think that's enough thrills for one flight."

He chuckles, and we fall into silence.

After a few minutes, I glance at Jared to find him watching me with an unreadable expression. "What?" I ask, as he never looks at me like that.

He shakes his head. "Nothing, baby. I just... I can't believe you're really here with me. It's like a dream come true."

I reach for his hand and squeeze. "It's real, Jared. We're in this together. No matter what happens, we'll always have each other."

In that moment there's no doubt in my heart or mind—I've found my soulmate, my other half, in the most unexpected place—right under my nose. Those years growing up together, who knew that my stepbrother would be the one to understand me, to love me for who I am?