Aiden grips each of my thighs, spreads them wide, and lowers himself between them.
For long seconds, he just studies me. I’m glad I always keep it shaved down there. I can’t get a clear look at him, but I can feel him.
His harsh breaths. The heavy rise and fall of his shoulders. His brute strength gripping both my thighs to keep me spread-eagled for his eyes.
He’s only watching me, but that’s enough for a primal sensation to hit me.
It’s like he’s burning and melting me with his gaze.
“Aiden…”
I don’t know why I call his name. All I know is that I can’t bear the suffocating tension.
“Hmm. You’re wet.” He releases a thigh to trace a thumb up my folds. “Were you wet since I kissed you? Or after I threw you on the bed?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“I love kissing you.”
So do I.
Damn me, so do I.
“Your lips were made for me, sweetheart.” He pauses. “Everything about you was made for me.”
He places a chaste kiss on my folds. The contact is so intimate, so… crude that a shudder crawls down my spine.
“Did someone eat your pussy before? Did you let them?” There’s an edge to his tone as if he doesn’t want to hear the answer.
His mere words are enough to paint a dirty picture in my head. Aiden’s mouth on my most intimate part.
I want that picture.
If I don’t get that picture, I’ll probably dream about it and wake up with my hand between my legs.
He flicks a thumb against my clit. “Answer me.”
I suppress a moan. “N-no.”
He freezes, and I do too. What have I done?
Was this some sort of a test and I screwed it up?
“And no one will in the future.” He thrusts a finger inside me, making me arch off the bed. “Your pussy will only know my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Is that clear?”
I nod. I would’ve nodded to anything at the moment because I’m busy telling my body not to grind against his finger and not to recall how that same finger brought me to the throws of pleasure not so long ago.
“I won’t take it easy on you.” Aiden’s voice and eyes darken. “You don’t get to tap out. You don’t get to tell me to stop. You don’t get anything.”
My lips part as goosebumps erupt all over my skin.
“I need you to understand that.” His grip on my thigh tightens as if he’s restraining himself. “I won’t stop.”
This would be one of those times where it’d be wiser to flee and never return. Aiden is going out of his way to give me a chance to stop now before he’s all in. Any normal human would take the chance.
Obviously, I’m not normal.
“I understand.”
Two words. Two simple words. And I’m done for.
Aiden lunges at me like a madman. He removes his finger, and before I can protest, his tongue swipes from the bottom of my slit to the top.
Oh. God.
My head rolls back and my back arches off the bed. He does it again. I cry out at the intrusive, enthralling sensation.
An unfamiliar tightness grips my stomach. My chest squeezes so hard, I’m genuinely scared something is wrong with my defective heart.
The fact that a single touch can cause this raw reaction is scary. Thrilling, but scary all the same.
Something within me unlocks.
It’s a detonation. An awakening.
I’m thrashing, mewling, and gripping the bedsheets as if they’re lifelines. What in the ever living hell is he doing?
He nibbles on my clit before he thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking me like it’s his cock.
“Aiden… Oh, my God, Aiden!!”
He stops, his head peeking from between my thighs with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I love the idea of being your God.”
Then his tongue plunges inside me again.
I’m a goner.
I’m a victim of him and his wicked tongue.
He fucks me with it like he’s worshipping me and punishing me at the same time. His pace is relentless, unapologetic, and so out of freaking control.
There’s nothing predictable about what he’ll do next or how far he’ll go.
I can’t help falling into his well-crafted web like a dumb fly.
I can’t resist it.
I can’t resist him.
His thumb and forefinger flick my clit and all the building comes crashing down. I fall apart with a wordless scream. The fierce sensation is like being wrenched into a storm.
I ride the hurricane, not wanting to find a landing.
When I do come down, I expect to find Aiden staring at me with a smug gleam.
He’s not.
He continues eating me out. His tongue licks up and down my wetness without as much as a pause. My skin is sensitive and every lap of his mouth springs both pleasure and pain.
“Stop…”
I grip a handful of his jet black hair and try to push at him, but he thrusts his tongue in and out of me. This time, he adds a finger. I writhe against the bed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Please…” I’m pushing and pulling him at the same time. The assault of endless sensations kills me slowly like death by a thousand cuts.
“This time, scream.” He rasps, eyes hazy with lust before he pounds both his finger and his tongue inside me.
Another shattering orgasm sweeps over me. My scream cracks into a sob. I’m a crying, screaming mess. My voice turns hoarse. My nipples throb in pain both from his earlier assault and the over-stimulation of my sex. My head is dizzy and I can barely open my eyes.
Aiden isn’t stopping.
“Please, please, please…” I’m crying and gripping his shoulder. “No more, I beg you.”
I expect him to brush me off and hit me with another orgasm.
Aiden’s head glances from between my thighs and he does a slow show of licking his moist lips.
No. He’s not licking his lips. He’s licking me off his lips.
Why is that so hot?
Aiden crawls atop me and kisses me with abandon and animalistic need. He grabs my face and plunges his tongue against mine. My sensitive core pulses at tasting myself on him.
“Do you like your taste?” he whispers against my lips. “I sure as fuck do.”
My cheeks flame.
“Let me see if you’ll still taste the same after one more orgasm.”
I grip his bicep. “Don’t. Please.”
I don’t think I can take any other stimulation.
He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip. “What will I get in return?”
“My appreciation?” I give a weak smile.
He shakes his head. “You have to step up your game.”
I place a hesitant hand on his T-shirt, rise up and capture his lips in a tentative kiss. He groans before he deepens the kiss, leaving me breathless and boneless.
When I break apart, he smirks. “Still not enough.”
If I can keep the attention on him, he’ll leave me alone, right?
I push him back so he’s sitting on his haunches and I’m in a similar position in front of him. “Take off your T-shirt.”
He raises an eyebrow as if he doesn’t know where I’m taking this. “Why would I do that?”
“Just do it.”
He chuckles as he pulls the back of his T-shirt over his head and throws it behind him.
I try not to gawk and fail miserably. If he looked good with his uniform and jersey on, then he’s looking absolutely delectable with nothing on.
The hard ridges of his muscles aren’t only cut, but they’re also defined like he spent time sharpening every ab. He has a few beauty moles at his side like the one at the corner of his eye.
One of the arrow tattoos seems to be pointing straight at his heart.
I reach a hesitant hand to where his heart lies. My palm burns at the contact and my own heart nearly topples over at the skyrocketing beat in his.
The regular, healthy beat.
Not wanting to be caught feeling his heartbeat like a creep, I caress his hardened nipple feeling mine tighten and throb as if he’s touching it.
“I’m almost sure you don’t know how to be a cock tease.” His voice is rough, deep, and chilling. “But you are.”
“W-what?”
He snatches my hand from his nipple and flattens it against the thick bulge in his jeans. “Do you feel what your little teasing does to me?”
My eyes widen and my pulse drums in an irregular rhythm.
Before I can react, Aiden unzips his jeans and yanks them with his boxer briefs away, freeing his rock-hard cock.
Holy. Shit.
The only dicks I’ve seen in my life were from porn — I was curious, don’t judge. I always had the idea that the real thing isn’t as aesthetically pleasing — or big.
Well, I’m proved wrong because Aiden should get his crotch painted. Or photographed.
Or anywhere that’s not near me, basically.
That thing isn’t supposed to be within human reach.
Aiden watches me watch his cock with that dark look. “Have you wrapped those lips around a dick before?”
I gulp, shaking my head.
As if possible, Aiden’s erection hardens more.
“Fuck.” His eyes shine with a sheen of possessiveness that strikes deep within me.
My body leaps to attention, and I keep licking my lips even though I don’t mean to.
He pushes me so I’m lying on my back and he’s on top of me, his knees rest on either side of my face.
“You’ll let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”
My frantic eyes bounce between him and his dick.
“Or do you want me to fuck your pussy?”
Oh, God. He’ll break me if I let him inside me.
With one last gulp, I slightly part my lips.
That’s all the permission Aiden needs.
He plunges inside my mouth in one go. “Fuck.”
I try to take him in as much as possible, but he hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex shoots and tears spring to my eyes.
Aiden pulls out almost completely. I don’t get a chance to catch my breath before he slams in again.
He’s hard and rough and out of control.
“Do you know how much I fantasised about you taking me all in like a good little girl?” He rasps, grabbing a handful of my hair to angle my head and hit deeper. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you look stuffed with my cock?”
I make unintelligible sounds as I try to lick him and somehow slow him down.
It works since he rolls his hips and caresses my hair with rough fingers. “I should’ve done this before. You should’ve been mine before.”
I’m too full of his taste and the effects he has on my body to pay attention to what he says.
Since he likes what I’m doing, I continue with more energy. My tongue swipes up and down, and I cup his balls.
Aiden allows me to take my freedom even though he still has his grip on my hair.
Then, he picks up his pace thrusting in and out of my mouth before he curses as his shoulders stiffen. I watch mesmerised as he grunts and spills down my throat. I angle my head and try to swallow it all — despite the position.
Cum streams down the corners of my mouth. Aiden watches me with a mixture of awe and manic interest. That streak of possessiveness shines in his eyes as he follows the cum. He wipes it with his thumb and smears it on my lips.
“Open.”
I do. I just… do.
He thrusts his thumb into my mouth, smearing his taste over my tongue.
“This mouth is fucking mine,” he growls before pulling me into him and slamming his lips to mine.
I’m still hazy from the double orgasm and his orgasm. I kiss him sloppily at first, then open-mouthed and hungrily, matching his pace.
We spend a few minutes tangled around each other, kissing and exploring each other’s mouths.
Aiden keeps a possessive hand at my hip the entire time.
He pulls away from my mouth to stroke a strand of hair behind my ear. “Sober up, sweetheart. I’m just starting with you.”
“W-What?”
“Give me a minute and I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll scream the whole house down.”
My body throbs at the image, but I grip his bicep, shaking my head.
He narrows his eyes. “Why not?”
“I’m so sensitive. I don’t think I can’t take any more stimulation.”
He grins like the devil. “It’ll only make it more heightened when you come.”
“Aiden. No.”
“What did I say when we were getting started?”
I bite my lower lip and remain quiet.
He wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand. “What. Did. I. Say?”
“That I don’t get to tap out.”
“And what are you doing right now?”
“Aiden…”
“What are you doing right now, Elsa?”
“I didn’t think it’d be this intense, okay?” I blurt.
“And is that supposed to be my problem?”
I know that when he said he wouldn’t stop, he meant it. I’m just fighting a losing war, but I don’t even want to fight. I’m putting on a façade. A belief that I don’t want this. I just… like it when he takes what he wants.
That’s too immoral, isn’t it?
He smirks down at me. “You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”
“I really am sensitive.” I clench my thighs together, already feeling his growing bulge.
“But you still want to go on.”
It’s not a question. It’s an observation.
“You’re being a little tease, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He plays with my throbbing nipple causing my lids to shut. “You’re saying no just to have me dominate you into it.”
I moan. “I… do?”
“Oh yeah… you do. Deep down, you want me to fuck you, but this is your twisted version of playing hard to get. Did you do it with the one you lost your virginity to?”
“N-no. Only you.”
His fingers stop skimming over my nipples. I crack my eyes open to find him watching me with that slightly furrowed brow.
“Why?” he asks.
“Why what?”
“Why do you do that only with me?”
I only know you intimately, dickhead.
I shrug instead.
“I meant it earlier. I won’t stop.”
I always liked his brutal honesty. Aiden is a no filter type of person. His erection grows thicker and my thighs tighten at the promise.
“You won’t even pretend that you will?” I ask.
“Do you want me to lie to you?” His head tilts to the side as he studies me. “Would it make you feel better?”
“It’s not that. It’s…”
He holds my hands in his and draws circles on the palm. “I don’t know what I’m capable of when it comes to you. I want to think I have boundaries.” His dark eyes skim over my face. “But I don’t.”
My spine snaps upright.
This is the part where I run and ask for help, isn’t it?
But the truth is, I also don’t know what I’m capable of when it comes to Aiden either.
I never thought I’d be invested in him to the point of craving him, but he has a way of engraving himself under my skin.
“Do I scare you, Elsa?” He’s watching me with that manic interest as he lays my palm on his hard abdomen.
“No,” I say softly.
“Some things never change.” He chuckles. “You’re still such a horrible liar.”
“It’s not a lie,” I scold.
His stormy eyes plunge in mine. “I know when you lie, sweetheart.”
“How?”
“You have a tell.” He taps my nose, his expression playful. “Your nose twitches the slightest bit. You should school it.”
Is that what he did with all his tells? Did he school them?
“If I do, wouldn’t it be hard for you to tell if I’m lying?”
“I don’t need a tell to know whether you’re lying or telling the truth.”
“How?” I must appear confused as hell because he laughs.
“Try telling me something and I’ll say whether it’s true or false.”
“I came here alone.”
“Lie. I saw you with Reed. Try something I don’t know.”
“It isn’t fun if I play alone. How about one for one?” This is my only way to learn more about him and there’s no way I’m missing it.
I shiver. He drapes a sheet and his arms around me, enveloping me in a tight embrace. I’m half lying on top of him with his legs cocooning mine. It’s strange how natural it feels to be in his hold.
“You go first,” he says.
“I’m adopted.”
His eyes shine with something unrecognisable as he says, “Truth. But I already know that.”
“Fine. Your turn.”
“I wish I were adopted.”
I study him closely, and his face doesn’t change. “Truth.”
“False.” He grins. “I like who I am.”
“Do you?” I don’t know why I think he’s lying.
Logically, he has no reason to hate being King Enterprises’ heir, but deep down, I think he… doesn’t. Not in the way everyone expects him to, anyway.
“Is it questions now?” He raises an eyebrow. “I like questions better and I get to ask first.”
“Why?”
“Because you already asked yours.”
I roll my eyes. Give it to Aiden to twist everything to his liking. “Whatever.”
He appears thoughtful for a second. “Why were you adopted?”
I should’ve expected the question, but that doesn’t make the answer any easier.
“I’m originally from Birmingham. I’ve been told there was a fire. I lost both my parents in it, and Aunt had custody of me and eventually adopted me.”
There’s none of the pity I usually get on Aiden’s face. If anything, he seems calculative. “You’ve been told. As in you don’t remember.”
It’s amazing how nothing escapes him. What’s stranger is that I want to bare it all to him.
Aiden is dangerous, and could — would — use this against me, but at the moment, I don’t care.
“No. I don’t,” I say. “I only have fragments and little pieces. That time feels like a giant, black puzzle. Every piece is so similar, I can’t even start to gather it together. The sad thing is that I don’t even remember my parents’ faces and I’m absolutely fine with not remembering them. I’m such a horrible daughter.”
“Or it could be that your brain made a wise choice.” His voice drifts. “Sometimes, parents aren’t what they’re supposed to be.”
I want to ask him what he means by that, but his expression is closed. I doubt I’ll get anything no matter how much I push.
So, instead of poking his wound, I ask the question that’s been haunting me for years.
“Why did you decide you hated me the first time you saw me?”
I’m not going to sugarcoat it for Aiden. He was — still is — my bully. He ruined my life in RES. My body and mind might be unapologetically drawn to him, but that will never change what he did to me.
He stares down at me, but he’s not really seeing me. His grey eyes turn into a raging storm.
“You were a ghost.”
