Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
ELLA
Someone save me .
I was trapped between two gorgeous billionaires who radiated so much sexual energy my panties were soaked. I was surprised I hadn’t dripped onto the chair.
It was pathetic, I know.
No one had ever shown me this much attention. Aiden was different from the others. An artist like me… and a fighter.
Aiden reminded me of my older brothers with his bad attitude and defiance of rules. That side of him scared me because it was the same thing I feared about my brothers. But I liked that he knew what he wanted and seized it.
Aiden dug his fingers into my thigh, claiming me as if I belonged to him. I wanted to be his more than anything. “You can relax, Cinders,” he said against the shell of my ear. “I won’t bite.” The tip of his tongue brushed my earlobe. “Not unless you want me to.”
Sonny leaned over, sliding his arm across the back of my chair, his eyes on Aiden. The tension between them was thicker than mud.
“When I said you owe me,” Sonny said in a hushed tone, “I meant you can pay me back with a blowjob.”
Aiden snickered. “Dream on, Pretty Boy. The only dick that’s getting sucked is mine.”
Startled by his words, I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand to hide the sound escaping my throat.
Does Aiden like men?
His hand on my thigh said otherwise.
“Don’t act so surprised, El.” Sonny breathed in my face, and I caught a hint of garlic on his breath. “Everyone knows I play for both teams.”
I still couldn’t believe Aiden got Sonny Cormac to make all the football players give up their chairs for us. None of them looked happy, often shooting me irritated glares. Sonny was popular and intelligent, the starting tight end for the Astor Prep Warriors.
Everyone loved him.
This was the first time Sonny looked at me, let alone spoke to a nobody like me. For years, I dreamed of sitting with the popular kids. I imagined what it would be like to be one of them .
The elite.
Aiden inched his hand up my thigh, his fingers close to dipping beneath my skirt. My heart sped to an impressive rate, clambering in my chest, seconds from breaking free.
I should have stopped him.
I should have done a lot of things. Unfortunately, my brain stopped working when Aiden touched me.
“I’ll play,” Sonny said to Aiden before he placed his big palm on my other thigh. “Have you ever had a threesome?”
I bit my lip, unsure of what to do. They stared at each other, a challenge in their eyes. I was in the middle of whatever game they were playing, with nowhere to run.
I didn’t want to leave.
I liked it here.
With them .
Aiden ignored his question.
Besides, Sonny would never have sex with me. He was fucking with Aiden to see how he would respond. His family hated mine, a feud that started before we were born.
My dad was the boss of the Irish Mob. He ran a lot of drugs and guns over in Beacon Bay, the small coastal town on the other side of Devil’s Creek. Sonny’s uncle, Declan O’Shea, led a smaller family that competed with my father.
Years ago, my dad and Declan were best friends. But after my dad stole my mom from Declan, they started a war. Things calmed down since her brutal death last year, mainly because they now had a common enemy.
Declan wanted revenge for what happened to my mom as much as my father. He even came by the house a few months ago to offer his support. Of course, Dad refused it and barely let Declan leave our gated estate with his life.
They were back to being enemies. And that put me at the center of a dispute that had nothing to do with me.
A whimper slipped past my lips as Aiden’s long fingers glided up my inner thigh. Only a few inches. Sonny followed his lead, and when his fingers skimmed my panties, I couldn't breathe.
“Aiden,” I whispered.
Hearing his name seemed to snap him out of his head and back to reality. He removed his hand from my thigh and sat back in his chair, breathing harder through his nose.
“I’m sorry, Ella.”
Not Cinders.
I didn’t mind his nickname for me. It was the first time anyone had given me one that didn’t bring tears to my eyes.
Sonny’s hand fell away from my skin. He swiped a hand over his face and groaned.
Relief washed over me.
How would I explain this to my dad? I could already see the disappointment on his face. Hear the anger in his tone. My father wasn’t a nice man. People feared him for a reason.
When the bell rang, Aiden rose to his feet and offered his hand to me. “I’ll walk you to class.”
“Where to?” Sonny asked him, a sexy smile pulling up the corners of his mouth.
Aiden shook his head. “Not you, Pretty Boy. Find your own way to class.”
“Keep playing hard to get,” Sonny said with a click of his tongue. “I welcome the challenge.”