Chapter Ten
“Where are you taking me?” she chokes out as I hop onto the interstate. “I’d rather you’d have killed me back there.”
I furrow my brow at her. “What?”
“You heard me,” she says, meeting my gaze. Her baby blue eyes are the same color they’ve always been, reminding me of an ocean I’ve rarely seen. “I don’t understand why you’re here.”
How can she even ask me this question? Did I not tell her that I would be back for her? That I would get her out of this mess?
For some reason, I don’t answer her right away, the frustration gluing my lips together. I should be patient with her. I mean, maybe she’s just a little shocked, but she also fought me as if I was going to hurt her—and I don’t understand. I’ve never hurt Sara.
“Aiden… You don’t have to do this.”
I add a little pressure to the gas pedal. “I made a promise, and I’m keeping it.”
“A-a promise?” Her questioning sends a flame of anger through my body, and I tense my jaw. Has she forgotten?
Clearly.
Part of me wants to explode on her, but I know that I have to keep my cool. I need to get her home, show her what I’ve built for her—for us—and then maybe she’ll remember.
I take the exit off the interstate and head north, until I reach spread out estates, all complete with towering mansions and wrought-iron fences. Sara’s silence loses some of its tension as she peers out the window at the homes. She looks as if she’s in awe, and I would normally smile at the sight. But my head is still unhappy with how things are going between us thus far. I wasn’t necessarily thinking that she would jump up and down with excitement—but I wasn’t expecting this, either.
Finally, I reach our place. The house isn’t completely visible from the road, and it just so happens to be the largest estate in the area. The grounds are manicured, mature trees sprinkled out across the park-like scene, and I glance over at Sara to gauge her reaction.
Now, that makes me smile.
She looks shocked that we’re pulling into this castle of a house.
“Where are we?” Sara squeaks out the words like a little mouse.
“Home,” I say, letting the pride seep into my words.
Her eyes widen. “This is where you live? We used to talk about having a house that looked like a castle…” Her voice trails off, and she immediately presses her lips together, giving the illusion that she had done something wrong by speaking openly with me.
“This is where we will live, yes. I’ve been working to get it just right for you.” I reach over and rest my hand on hers, but she rips them away. Okay then.
I hit the garage door opener on my visor and pull in, thankful that the house is empty for now. I have someone who cooks and cleans—and Carlos is sometimes around. But no one else comes here. This is where my family will be, and I don’t want my business finding its way into these walls.
I turn the engine off and hit the close button, seeing the apprehension building once again in Sara’s face. My cock stirs at the sight of her, and as soon as I climb out of the car, I spin around to adjust myself. She has no idea of how close it’s been to slipping inside of her… But I remember.
The motion lights illuminate the garage, and I make my way around to the passenger side. As I open the door, my eyes take in her bound wrists. Fuck, she looks like a prisoner. Her pajama shorts are also so short, and I catch a glimpse of her black underwear.
I reach across her and unbuckle the seatbelt. She catches her breath as my body brushes against hers, and I smile. She can play the game, acting as if she hates me, but her body betrays her. I know she wants me. She’s always belonged to me, and she always will. It’s just that simple.
“Aiden, can you take these off?” Sara asks me, holding up her bound wrists. “They hurt.”
I eye her warily as I help her out of the car. “Let’s get inside first.” Her cheeks redden as I grab her elbow, leading her toward the entrance of the mudroom. My gaze drops to her round ass as she walks, and I imagine my cock, sliding between her cheeks and every hole she’ll give me.
My dick throbs in my jeans as I close the garage door behind me. Sara freezes on the gray tile floors. The mudroom is lined with windows overlooking the ornate garden in the courtyard. It’s a little excessive for my taste, but I know how much Sara loves gardens and courtyards.
“You like it?” I ask, dropping her elbow.
Her lips part, her chocolate locks falling messily past her shoulders. The cute dimple in her chin beckons for me to touch her pretty heart-shaped face, but I hold off, seeing the uncertainty in her eyes.
“Not like it?” I breathe out a sigh as she continues to stand there like a beaten dog. Yet again, this isn’t the reaction I expected from her—and now I really am getting pissed off.
“It’s beautiful, but I can’t stay here. I don’t want to stay here.” She turns to me, her blue irises icy as they take me in. “I need to get back home to my mom—to my sisters. Now that my uncle is gone, my stepdad will take it out on them.”
I frown. “I have eyes on the house. It’s not a problem—”
“Excuse me?” she cuts right in, her voice picking up. “Do you really think you can just swoop in, after being gone for years, and steal me away? You don’t even know Will anymore. You have no fucking clue, Aiden.”
“I do have a clue,” I growl, closing the distance between us. “And I know you want me.”
She jumps to the side, but I grab her arm and tug her backward. Her ass slams into my still-hard cock, and she freezes. “I know you want me, Sara.”
“I don’t,” Sara mumbles, averting her eyes, her voice losing some of its confidence as my hand slides down her stomach. “Wh-what are you doing?” She struggles against me, but I lock my other arm across her chest, holding her there as my other hand slips below the waistband and under the hem of her underwear.
“You can fight me all you want, Sara, but your tight little pussy knows what it wants—and that’s me.” I dip two fingers lower, brushing her clit.
A moan catches in her throat, and I grind my cock into her ass. She tips her head back to look at me, and I take in the sight of her perfectly thick lips, remembering the way they tasted. I almost had her once. I almost fucked her, but life messed it up.
I didn’t get the chance again—until now.
I lean down and catch her neck as my fingers slide through her wetness. With a hunger that borders on desperation, my lips press against the sensitive spot, but she stiffens.
“You know you want this,” I murmur, once again kissing her smooth skin. She remains tense, causing my heart to pound angrily in my chest.
If she won’t let me taste her, then I’ll just fucking make her beg for me to let her come—whether she wants it or not. I press a finger inside of her, and her hips jerk.
“Aiden,” she moans out in protest, though the way she grinds her ass against me tells me she’s only warring with herself. “Sto—”
“Shh,” I cut her off, nuzzling my face into her hair, inhaling its sweet scent. I gyrate against her clit with my thumb as my finger strokes the inside of her pussy. Sara’s knees weaken, and she rests against me, pressing her round ass into me once again. I groan out, my cock nearly about to explode in my jeans. I can barely fucking breathe as I grip her tighter, working my hand between her legs.
I want to fucking see her pussy spread open wide for me, but this will have to do for now. I have to show her that I am the reason she came the other night, and I’ll be the reason she comes from now on.
“Aiden,” her voice whimpers, this time more desperate than before. She wriggles and writhes in my grasp as if she’s trying to break free, but I still hang onto her.
“You will come for me, Sara,” I growl in her ear. “And you’ll be begging me for more when I’m done.”
“St—Ah…” she lets out a cry as I intensify my pace, stroking her with rough purpose. She’s close—very fucking close. Her legs tense around my hand, her inner thighs squeezing so hard I can barely move.
And so, I stop. If she wants to play these games, I can play, too.
“No, Aiden,” she whines, grinding her ass into my cock.
“Do you wanna come, princess?” I whisper in her ear.
“I… Uh…” Her shoulders drop, and I nearly laugh. She can play as if she hates me all she wants, but the disappointment is louder than the opposition. “Aiden,” she says my name again, and this time I hear a mixture of emotions.
“You’ll be begging me before this night is over,” I groan, rubbing my length against her ass one more time. “But first, I guess I’ll show you the rest of the house.” I release her, and she stumbles forward, nearly falling. However, she catches her balance—which is impressive given her bound hands.
“You’re crazy,” she mutters, shaking her head.
My jaw tenses at the words. I don’t need her to tell me shit like that. I know I’m a fucking batshit crazy fool—but only for her. For anyone else, I’m a cold, calculating killer.
“My family needs me, Aiden. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here with you. You can’t…” Her voice trails off as she repeats herself, but as I peer at her closer, I realize there’s tears streaming down her face. “I hate you, Aiden.”
I stiffen. “That’s not true, and for the record, nothing stopped you from leaving that God-forsaken house,” I sneer, letting my inner thoughts slip. “You could’ve left the moment you turned eighteen, but instead, you chose to stay in that hell.”
“Because I love the girls,” she shouts back at me. “I made them a promise to keep them safe, and I fully intend to keep it. I don’t say things I don’t mean.” The accusatory tone causes my hair to stand on end.
But I smile instead, flashing her a wicked grin.
“Then why would you tell me you hate me?”