by Kent, Rina
“Be mine and you become the queen on my board.” He pauses and flicks his tongue to lick my lower lip. “Fight and you’ll remain a pawn.”
Something bubbles to my throat and I can’t swallow past it. He’s fuming.
No. He’s enraged.
To another person, this version of Aiden would appear normal, soft even, but Aiden is the type who hides his anger beneath layers of calmness.
To say I’m not scared would be a lie, but I got past the blinding fear stage. Now, I’m able to see past the fear to his obsession with me. The way he seems so physically intent to possess me. I see the spark.
The want.
My want.
The way I react to him is beginning to scare me more than how he reacts to me.
As if all my senses aren’t filled with him already, Aiden squeezes my jaw so I’m glued to the grey storms in his eyes. They’re turbulent, beautiful, and downright terrifying.
Now, I know why storms are named after people.
“Which one will you be?” He drawls. “Queen or pawn?”
“None.”
“None, huh?”
“I’m not a chess piece on your board, Aiden. I’m human with human needs.”
His lips tug with a smirk. “Human needs. Hmm. We can work on that.”
I hit his shoulder. “That’s not what I mean.”
But then his lips claim mine.
When I open with a stunned gasp, he growls into my mouth and devours me. If the earlier kiss was head-turning, this one is animalistic and out of control. Aiden threads his fingers into my hair, tugging the strands loose, and brutalises my mouth.
The kiss is savage.
No.
It’s barbaric like he never kissed before.
Like he’s only discovering what it feels like to kiss.
It’s like he wasn’t kissing me earlier. Like he was holding back.
I’m in that phase where there’s no air and no other thoughts but him and his lips. His firm, yet soft lips.
His brutalising lips.
His body crashes into mine. All his hard lines mould into my soft curves. My hands find refuge on both his sides and I moan into his mouth.
Aiden breaks away, breathing harshly, and grunts against the corner of my mouth.
I had expected him to let go of his anger with the kiss, but it’s worse. His rage is a living, breathing being right now and he doesn’t even bother to mask it.
“If anyone dares to look at you, let alone touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking murder them. Is that clear?”
My lips part, unable to breathe properly, let alone speak.
“Is that clear?” He grits out.
“I’m not your thing, Aiden.” Damn him to the pits of hell. What does he think I am? An object?
He chuckles, the sound is dark and domineering. “Oh, but you are and if you still doubt it...” His lips graze my ear as he whispers in a dark tone, “I’ll fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll be begging for me to never leave your tight pussy again.”
I clench my thighs at the image he painted inside my head. I try to chase it, but it won’t go away.
Am I defective? Wrong in the head?
Otherwise, how can I react so strongly to his crude words?
Aiden yanks down my jeans before I can form clear thoughts of what’s going on.
“Remove the T-Shirt,” he orders as my jeans reach my knees.
“Aiden…” It’s that breathy voice again.
The needy, damn voice I shouldn’t be using in front of Aiden.
“If I do it, I’ll rip the thing off.” His darkened gaze meets mine in a challenge for dominance or a challenge to make him do it. I don’t know.
A part of me is tempted to let him, but the other part just pulls the shirt over my head and throws it somewhere beside me. I’m lying in front of Aiden in my white bra and underwear.
I should be feeling embarrassed considering that he’s the first to see me this way, but I’m not.
If anything, I’m meeting his challenging gaze with one of my own.
Because he’s not done. He’ll never be done taking things from me. If I give him one, he takes ten.
His heated gaze travels up and down my half-naked body like whips of fire. I try to ignore it and fail miserably.
“Remove the bra,” he orders, meeting my gaze.
This time, I don’t move.
“Last chance, Elsa.” His lips curve into a smirk.
No matter how much I like the sound of my name out of his mouth, I don’t let it sway me.
Instead, I glare at him. Like we’re back to that time where we had glaring battles from afar.
I miss those times.
At least back then, he was simply an arsehole.
Now, he’s an arsehole who knows all the buttons to push in my body.
Aiden reaches to my back and yanks the bra free.
His eyes fill with overwhelming lust. My head turns away. I might not be embarrassed about my body, but the scar is another story.
The scar is my disgrace.
The key to my Pandora’s Box.
Aiden crawls atop of me, supporting himself on his palms and places kisses along my scar. Shock reverberates beneath my skin and tears fill my eyes.
“Stop that!” I don’t like the vulnerability.
Of all people, Aiden doesn’t get to see me bare, both body and soul.
“Too bad you don’t call the shots tonight.” He grins before his mouth goes back to worshipping my scar, his stubble tickling against the skin.
I try to push him. His index and thumb latch around a nipple and squeezes. Hard. I cry out as a zap of intense pleasure and pain pools between my thighs.
Aiden lifts his head with a smirk. “You like that, don’t you?”
I want to shake my head, to tell him to screw off, but my expression must appear dazed.
Aiden pinches my nipple again, and I hiss. Then he massages it, giving me a hazy pleasurable feeling. Before I can fall into it, he pinches again. He does it over and over. Just when I’m falling into the pleasurable feeling, he pinches.
I become delirious and drunk on the ecstasy he wrenches out of me.
He bites the other nipple into his hot mouth. My back arches as he surrounds the hard pebble with his lips and then nibbles slightly. “I love these.” His warm breaths send shivers along my skin. “Don’t you love what I do to them?”
I make some sound I can’t pinpoint.
“Do you want me to bite?”
I’m breathing heavily, my nipples are assaulted and sensitive, but I can’t say no.
I can’t say yes either.
I can’t say anything.
Maybe Aiden is right. Maybe I like him to dominate me.
His eyes darken as if reading my thoughts. He doesn't wait for an answer. He bites, hard.
Pain zips down my spine and a strange sensation tightens the bottom of my stomach. He massages my throbbing nipple with his tongue, and I whimper. He bites again and again.
I’m a writhing, crying mess beneath him, but I can’t tell him to stop.
I don’t want to.
I haven’t felt such an onslaught of emotions in my life before and I’m craving it.
I’m craving more.
Is crazy contagious? Because I’m starting to feel as depraved as Aiden.
Just like with his fingers, the soothing massaging is just a build up before he tortures me with his bites again.
He does the same to the swell of my breasts and the soft skin of my stomach before travelling down.
“Should I ask, sweetheart?” His voice is husky and filled with the deep lust that’s coursing through my veins.
His fingers curve into the hem of my underwear before bringing it down my legs.
I shudder when cold air hits my sensitive, wet folds.
Aiden sniffs the air and grins.
I see the devil in his eyes, and the first thought is… I want that devil.
How can I want
a devil?
“I can smell your arousal.” He growls. “What am I going to do with you now?”
Chapter Twenty-One
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 p
ointing 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.
