13. Tristan
13
TRISTAN
“ I ’m going to fucking ruin you.” The second I made that promise, she froze against me, a gasp falling from her throat. Yeah, we both knew I meant every word I’d said. We’d both been pushed to our breaking point, and now, we had to pay the price.
And what a fucking price it was. I spun her around, my hand going to her throat. She’d warned me not to mark her up, but now my fingers were curling around her neck, her pulse beating wildly beneath my hand, she was silent.
Sometimes it felt like I knew my little scorpion better than she knew herself.
I squeezed, and she stifled a breathy moan.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” I murmured. She immediately turned vicious, scraping her nails across the back of my hand, but she still made no attempt to dislodge my grip. My cock was so fucking hard. I hated it and loved it at the same time. This girl drove me fucking crazy, and if she even knew the kind of power she really had…
I’d never let her find out.
“You’re not seeing me naked,” she hissed, and my grip on her tightened, making her gasp. She wriggled against me, making my dick jerk, precum already dampening the front of my shorts. Fucking ridiculous. No one else had this same effect on me, and I didn’t like that at all.
My free hand slid underneath her silky cami. “If you’re saying that to get me to beg, it won’t work.”
“You’ll beg.”
I laughed as I trailed my fingers up her stomach. She swallowed, and I released my grip on her throat to sweep her hair away from the side of her neck so I could mark her with my mouth.
“I’m not gonna beg,” I murmured, kissing over her pulse point before sucking hard. “Mmm. You look so pretty with my marks on you.”
“I told you not to mark me.” She bucked against me, but I held her in place, sliding my palm higher onto her left breast.
“Fucking perfect handful,” I rasped against her skin, my other hand going to her right breast. I palmed her delicious tits, loving the way they fit so perfectly into my hands. And what I loved even more was her response. Finally, she’d stopped answering back, and I wasn’t sure if she was aware of what she was doing, but she was reaching up, her fingers sliding into my hair as she held my head in place.
“Tristan,” she breathed and then stiffened against me as if she’d just realised what she’d said.
“Yeah, baby. Say my name.” Circling her nipples, I kissed up her throat to her ear. “Remember who’s giving you this pleasure.”
“You arrogant?—”
I clamped my teeth down on the shell of her ear, and she ripped herself away from me, spinning around to face me, practically spitting fire. “I hate you so much,” she snarled, and why was that so fucking hot?
“Hate you more.” I blew her a kiss, slipping my hand inside my shorts to curl my fingers around my cock. I groaned.
“You disgust me.” Her words were lost in my mouth because somehow, we were kissing again, and I never wanted it to end. She yanked my shorts down and then tore herself away again, leaving my head spinning and my cock raging. We stared at one another, breathing hard, and then her gaze flicked down to my erection. Her pupils were blown wide open, and they seemed to widen even further when she took in just how hard I was for her.
“Aria.”
“Beg.”
We glared at one another, neither of us willing to be the one to back down.
Stroking my dick, I spoke her name again. “Aria.”
“Fucking beg. For once in your life.”
I gritted my teeth. “Please.”
Surprise flashed in her gaze, but she wasn’t as surprised as me. Tristan Smith-Chamberlain did not fucking beg for anything. How that word had come out so easily, I had no clue, and I didn’t like it.
I forgot all about how pissed off I was when she pulled off her cami and shorts, leaving her body bared to me. Holy fuck, this girl was a literal wet dream come true. A goddess to be fucking worshipped.
If she didn’t have such a painful sting.
“Fuck, little scorpion,” I murmured, forgetting all the reasons why this was possibly the worst idea I’d ever had. Stepping up to her, I spun her around, pressing my palm on her lower back until she got the hint and bent over, curling her fingers around the edge of my desk. I eyed her for a moment, enjoying the view as I rolled on the condom I’d grabbed from my desk drawer before I thought about the logistics. Making my mind up, I scooped her into my arms before she could say anything, carrying her over to my chaise longue. I deposited her on it on her hands and knees and then took up my position behind her, my thumbs caressing her hips. Now, she was at the perfect height for me to fuck her hard and fast.
“Get on with it if you think your average dick can satisfy?—”
I thrust inside her tight little pussy with a swift, calculated movement. She was so fucking wet the slide was easy, despite the fact that she was so tight around my cock.
“You were saying?” I thrust again, and again, and fucking finally, she moaned for real, without even trying to stifle it. I had a weird urge to smack her ass, which I didn’t normally do, but fuck it, you only lived once, and this would never happen again. Releasing her hip, I brought my hand down on her ass cheek, making her cry out.
“Again.”
I smiled, bringing my hand down again, taking in the red handprint in satisfaction. Her moans were so fucking hot, and the way she was pushing back into me and squeezing her pussy around my dick…I was going to come before her at that rate.
That was something I wasn’t going to allow to happen, not least because I’d never hear the end of it. I gave her one last smack because I now knew she liked it, and it was satisfying as fuck to see my marks on her. Then I reached around to her clit, working my fingers over it as I continued fucking her.
She cried out, her whole body stiffening, and then she was coming, convulsing around my dick, and I couldn’t have stopped my own orgasm if I’d tried. My dick pulsed as I curled over her, shooting my release inside the condom.
Sucking in deep lungfuls of air as I tried to regain my equilibrium, I pulled out, dealing with the condom while Aria stumbled over to her clothes, tugging them on with shaking hands. When I looked up again, she threw my shorts at me.
“Get dressed,” she snapped.
Okay… Note to self:sex does not improve Aria’s disposition . I pulled on my shorts anyway because if we were going to go for another round of sniping at each other, I didn’t really want to be doing it with my dick hanging out.
Once my shorts were on, I cornered her in front of my desk, caging her in with my arms. “Are you gonna admit that my dick isn’t average?”
She rolled her eyes. “Why? Feeling insecure and need some validation?”
“No.” I dipped my head, but she pushed my face away before I could kiss her. Fucking rude, but it was for the best. I didn’t even want to kiss her again. Removing her hand from my face, I continued. “I just want you to admit the truth.”
“Fine. You have a big dick.” Bringing her hands together in a mocking slow clap, she gave me a bright, fake smile. “Congratulations for something you had no say in.”
I bit back a grin, stepping back so I could lower myself into a theatrical bow. “Thank you very much.”
“Dickhead,” she muttered, but I could see the corners of her mouth curving upwards. I took advantage of her temporary good mood to cage her in again.
“Are you gonna admit that we’re both here for the same reason? If we pool our resources, maybe we can find the answers we both want.”
Her brows pulled together, and she shook her head. “No. Fuck that.”
For fuck’s sake. I straightened up, huffing out a frustrated breath. “You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Rubbing my hand across my face, I turned away from her. “This was a stupid idea.”
Her hand on my wrist stopped me. “I… Look, I didn’t mean— Never mind. Okay. But I want you to swear on my parents’ graves that you’re not planning to fuck me over or something.”
I stared at her. “Why? Why would I do that? What possible reason would I have? And why would I even want to? I want to know what the fuck that journal is all about just as much as you do. My grandfather’s name’s in there, too, and I swear to you right now that I knew nothing about this. I know just as much as you do.”
She sighed, her lashes sweeping down to hide her gaze. Her cheeks were pink, but I wasn’t sure if that was from this conversation or an aftereffect of the sex. Shit, we’d had sex . What the fuck had possessed me? Or her, for that matter? I’d promised myself I’d never go there.
It could never happen again.
“Yeah,” she said in an uncharacteristically soft voice. “Sorry. It’s not that I think you’d do anything bad. Not really. I’m just…paranoid. And…well, it’s you.”
I laughed as she shrugged her shoulders. “Fair enough. Look, why don’t we call a temporary truce while we find out the story behind this journal? No antagonising each other. We work together.”
“And no fucking,” she added. My jaw clenched, but I nodded. A one-off hate fuck was one thing, but to repeat it would be asking for trouble. Not to mention, I’d only just been telling myself it couldn’t happen again.
I held out my hand, and she eyed me suspiciously but shook it. I ignored how good her much smaller hand felt in mine, how although she was so petite, she was so fucking fiery she could probably take on almost anyone and come out on top.
“Okay. In the interests of transparency, I told Knox and Roman about the box today. Knox is gonna speak to his dad because his grandfather was on that list, and I asked Roman if he’d speak to Quinn to see if her parents know anything.”
“Right.” Her mouth flattened, but after a moment, she relaxed. “I guess it makes sense that they know. I trust them.”
The implication that she trusted my friends but not me shouldn’t have stung, but it did.
“We might want to bring Elena up to speed with everything. I don’t want to ask Knox to lie to her,” I said. Her gaze flew to mine, and I turned away again, crossing to my bedside table to pick up my phone. Letting Aria see that she’d affected me would be handing her ammunition, and she already had enough of that.
“Tristan.”
“What.” This truce was going to be impossible to keep.
“We need to find out about those missing pages.”
What missing pages ?