by Kent, Rina
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.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
A ghost?
I was a ghost?
My head tilts back against Aiden’s chest as I study his features, searching to see if he’s joking or screwing with my head.
I should’ve known better since he doesn’t joke. At least not in this sense. His jaw is tightened and his thick lashes frame a darkened look.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I try to appear calm, but my pulse rises with every second until I’m afraid he can hear it.
“You’re not ready for what it means, Frozen.”
The fact that he’s using that damned nickname can only mean that he’s putting me at a distance.
Aiden isn’t exactly the closed-off type. He’s not ashamed to admit to all the fuckery in his head.
However, I’m not foolish to believe that he’d bare his soul to me that easily. He keeps a fraction of himself hidden behind the walls of his fortress.
Maybe I can’t escape his chessboard after all. One has to be in the battalion so they can take down the king.
“I don’t like it when you call me that,” I say, wiggling away from his hold.
“Call you what?”
“Frozen. I’m not frozen.”
“Hmm, but you are.” He pats his chest. “You’re so frozen, it kind of stings.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Aiden flips me underneath him and rips the sheet from around me. Shivers break all over my arms as the air hits my skin.
His ferocious gaze dips to my nakedness as if he’s seeing it for the first time.
My heart hammers so loud, it’s painful.
There’s something about the way he watches me.
A possessiveness.
An obsession.
A… madness.
I hate how my body reacts to this unhinged side of him. Aren’t all girls supposed to be attracted to the white knight? Prince charming? Why the hell am I gravitating towards the villain?
I ignore the pool of heat gathering between my thighs, pull at the sheet, and drape it around my torso.
Aiden’s stormy eyes pierce through my soul as his fingers tug on the sheet. “Don’t cover yourself from me.”
“We’re talking.” I hold the piece of cloth with all my might. “You can’t just shut me off for sex.”
“Watch me.” He rips the corner of the sheet.
I gasp and roll away from underneath him, taking the sheet with me. Aiden wrestles me back. I push at him. Lust, hate, the need to win rush through my limbs. I love fighting Aiden. Judging from the wetness coating my thighs, maybe I love it a bit too much.
It doesn’t help that Aiden’s eyes are gleaming with too much pleasure. He loves the fight, too.
We wrestle for minutes or hours, I don’t know. My lungs are heaving and I’m sweating. Nothing changes in Aiden’s posture except for that spark in his eyes. Either he has impressive stamina or I’m just not that strong.
I pull myself on four and try to crawl away from his caveman clutches. He grips me by the ankle and yanks me back. I lie flat on my stomach, almost my entire back is bared.
Aiden crawls atop of me, his slick hard chest covers my back and he imprisons both my wrists above my head on the mattress.
He’s panting in my ear, his breaths making my eyes flutter closed. Being dominated by him pulls on my unhidden strings.
An urge.
A need.
A deprivation.
“Do you still want to fight, sweetheart?” he murmurs in my ear, his voice dropping to a chilling range. “Or would you rather I make you scream?”
He rolls his hips and a thick, hard bulge settles against the crack of my arse.
I don’t know if he’s hard because we fought or at the promise that he’ll make me scream.
Or both.
He’s sick. Absolutely, utterly sick.
Apparently, I’m sick, too, because my core is slick with arousal.
“You’re an arsehole.”
His hot breaths tickle my earlobe as he bites down. “Don’t tempt me into fucking yours, sweetheart.”
I gasp then go rigid when his fingers spread my arse cheeks.
What… is he doing?
He presses a calloused thumb against my back hole. “Hmm, this looks virgin to me.”
“A-Aiden… stop.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you here… yet.” He pushes the tip of his thumb, and I stiffen. “But when it’s time, you’ll let me, won’t you?”
He can’t talk about fucking my arse when I don’t even know what it feels to have proper sex.
“Or would you rather I take it, too?” He runs his erection up and down my slick folds while teasing my other hole.
Holy…
Why does this feel so… good?
Not only his touch, but also his entire presence at my back. The way he touches me feels like he knew my body for decades.
Like he owned my body for decades.
There’s something about his absolute confidence that reduces me to a mere marionette in his hands.
“I’ll own every one of your holes… eventually.” His finger leaves my arse to slide down to my soaked folds. “But I’m starting here. I’ll fuck the memory of anyone else out of you.”
The onslaught of his words is like having his tongue licking me in that delirious, maddening pace.
He nibbles on my earlobe, sending tiny bolts of pleasure across my spine. “You’ll let me own every inch of you, won’t you, sweetheart?”
My nerve endings are so stimulated, I can’t breathe straight, let alone think or speak.
A deep moan is the only sound that escapes me.
“Fuck.” He flips me so my back hits the mattress.
His stormy eyes study my face intently as if some mystical language is written all over my features.
A language that he’s the only one to speak.
“Stop me,” he murmurs in a strained voice.
“S-stop you?”
“Do it.”
How am I supposed to stop him? Besides… “Didn’t you say I’m not allowed to tap out or stop you?”
“This is the only time I give you the first move. Tell me to leave and I will.” He rolls his hips, sending a shiver of pleasure down my abdomen as his hand wraps around my throat. “I’ll let you live your last year in RES in peace. I’ll kill the fantasy. I’ll end it all.”
My mouth trembles.
That’s what I want, isn’t it? I’ll spend my last year in peace and Aiden will leave me alone.
Aiden will leave me alone.
My heart pounds, but it’s hard to concentrate with his erection stabbing at the bottom of my stomach.
“Are you playing a mind game?” I snap. “Is this the part where you laug
h in my face and tell me I’ve been pranked?”
“This is the part where you lost your only chance to escape me.” He squeezes my neck. “You’re well and truly fucked, sweetheart.”
His lips crash against mine in an all-consuming, mind-crippling kiss.
A part inside me dies; the part that yearned for freedom, for the chance to escape Aiden. But the other part? That one fills me with an odd sense of relief.
A chill of terror crawls down my spine.
This isn’t me.
I’m not this person.
How could I be so… defective? So immoral?
I press a hand on Aiden’s chest in a fruitless attempt to push him away.
He doesn’t budge.
If anything, he crushes me beneath him. His torso flattens my breasts, his fingers squeeze my neck, and his knees immobilize my thighs.
I can’t escape even if I want to.
He’s had me completely at his mercy.
He can crush me, ruin me, and no one will know.
My mouth falls into a gasp as his erection nuzzles between my thighs. I’m thankful Aunt had me on the shot for a while now.
Stop.
I scream in my mind, not knowing whether it’s at Aiden or at my own body.
Aiden doesn’t get my virginity. I hate him. I despise him. He ruined my life.
Then why am I not saying it aloud?
Speak, Elsa. Freaking speak.
Even if I do, will he listen? Will Aiden respect my will?
A loud bang on the door interrupts my chain of thoughts.
Wait. What?
Aiden wrenches his lips from mine with an animal-like growl. “Fuck off.”
“Emergency!” Ronan’s voice comes from the other side.
“You better be fucking dying or I’ll kill you myself.” Aiden grunts and pushes off me.
“Come out, fucker.”
Aiden’s eyes darken as he pulls on his boxer briefs.
I reach for the tangled sheet and wrap it around my torso. I’m panting, skin sweaty and on fire as I blindly search for my scattered clothes on the floor.
Aiden cuts me a glare when I touch my bra. “Don’t even think about dressing.”
I let go of the piece of clothing as if I’m a kid who’s been caught stealing from the jar.
The moment the door closes behind him, I almost curse myself. Who does he think he is to boss me around?
Besides, this is my chance to stop this.
