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 laugh 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.
Whatever this is.
My fingers are numb. No, not numb. They’re too simulated that they feel numb.
Standing on wobbly feet, I quickly put on my clothes, trying to ignore the potent smell of sex in the air.
And his smell.
Damn his smell.
I feel like I’d be a ninety-year-old lady and will still remember the way he smells.
Aiden returns when I’m pulling my hair into a ponytail.
He narrows his eyes on my clothed body. “You’re lucky we’re done for today.”
We… are?
“Is your cousin taking you?” I ask, fighting the sense of disappointment hitting me out of nowhere.
“My cousin?”
“Levi King. I saw him earlier.”
“You saw him earlier,” he repeats with clear menace.
“Yeah. He said he’s here to get you.”
“Lev says lots of shit.” He raises an eyebrow. “Do you honestly think he can tell me what to do?”