Chapter 31 Aiden
THIRTY-ONE
AIDEN
Raven was smart and she knew there was no other option but to come with me. Should I feel guilty that I forced her hand? Maybe, but I wasn’t. Not even close.
“It’s you and me, mo cuishle,” I added smugly. “You had your taste of freedom, but now we’re going home.”
Her shoulders slumped and I watched the delicate skin on her throat bob as she swallowed. “Where is home?”
“New York, but first… we’ll have our honeymoon.”
Her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed to slits. “I don’t want a damn honeymoon.”
“Nonetheless, we shall have it. As you said, I’m old, and it’s high time you gave me an heir.”
Unease flashed across her face before she schooled it into a blank mask.
“Jesus Christ, how can someone be so attractive yet so demented?” she muttered.
I smiled, strangely pleased. At least she found me attractive. It was something to go off on. Maybe if I fucked her into oblivion, I’d convince her I had all my faculties.
“We’re going to leave this apartment,” I instructed, extending my hand. “You’ll come willing and more than eager, and I promise nobody will ever see that video. Fuck with me, and…”
Judging by the way she slapped my hand out of the way, she knew exactly what I meant.
“Can I at least go to the bathroom before we leave?” she snapped.
I narrowed my eyes, studying her suspiciously. She’d just come out of the bathroom.
“No,” I finally said, not willing to risk her slipping through my fingers. “Since you’ve just come out of the toilette, I’m sure it can wait until we get to my place.”
She glared at me, and hissed, “You’ll regret this, Aiden.”
Then she walked by me with her head held high.
I smiled, following her strides as she made her way out of the bedroom.
My gaze lingered on the beautiful curve of her ass, despite the ugly dress she was wearing.
It was impossible not to admire the way her clothes hugged her curves, especially her waist and hips.
It made my dick twitch and I couldn’t wait to fuck her. I’d fuck her six ways to Sunday and tire her out with my tongue and my cock, then listen to her moans until she was just as obsessed with me as I was with her.
I would come up with many methods—all of them downright filthy—to win her over.
Thankfully, we didn’t run into anyone, and once we reached my SUV parked in front of the building, my brothers stepped out of the vehicle.
“Finally,” Tyran grumbled. “What did you two do up there? Probably ponder on your life choices and bad decisions.”
“They probably had a quickie,” was Kyran’s brilliant rebuttal as he opened the door for Raven and extended his hand like a gentleman.
“Ha ha… funny,” Raven muttered, shooting him a glare.
“Get in the driver’s seat,” I ordered, slapping his hand and shutting the door before Raven could slide in.
Then I opened the door to the back seat and motioned for Raven to get in.
“Really?” She shot me an exasperated look, then slid into the seat. I followed behind her, watching as she scooted as far away as possible from me. It was like déjà vu all over again, and I vowed it would be the last bit of space she’d ever enjoy from me.
Once they dropped us off at my apartment, I sent my brothers back to Raven’s apartment to pack up all her things, instructing them to also stop at the gallery she worked at and collect her painting gear.
I wasn’t about to stand in the way of her passion, but there was no way I’d let her go back there.
Since the night we spent together six weeks ago, I’d had a studio set up for her here. She still had the one in my New York penthouse. It was completed after the explosion, but I couldn’t stomach converting it into something else. And now I was glad I didn’t.
The moment they left, I scooped up my wife into my arms.
“What are you doing?” she squealed, her hand on my chest.
“Bedroom,” I gritted.
I would sate this blazing intensity that burned between us. I wanted to hear my name chanted on her lips over and over again as she fell apart under me. Or on top of me, I didn’t fucking care.
All I knew was that I was spiraling fast and I wanted her in this whirlwind with me. Dammit, I wanted her love because fuck if I would be alone in this. I’d bury myself so deep inside her that leaving me would never again cross her mind.
I laid her gently on the bed, violent emotions twisting in my chest, while her eyes locked on me. My hands itched to touch her everywhere.
Unable to resist, I traced my fingertips down her slender neck and bent my head to press a kiss there, right where her pulse throbbed.
I inhaled deeply, taking her feminine scent into my lungs, while a shiver racked her body. But she lay immobile.
I brushed my mouth against her ear, my teeth scraping down the side of her throat.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I rasped darkly. “And I’m going to make you come again and again. I won’t stop until you beg me to.”
She shuddered, her low moan deafening in the silence. God, the noises she made would be the death of me.
“I’ll never beg.”
I chuckled. “We’ll see.”
In one swift motion, I ripped the hideous dress from her, leaving her in nothing but panties. My hand slid down her body, cupping her naked breast, and she arched off the bed. The sight of her body was one to behold.
I continued my path down her soft belly, removing her panties. She lay naked on the bed, like a Madonna ready to be painted. Too bad I’d kill any fucking artist who dared paint her nude.
“This cunt is mine,” I murmured into her neck, sliding my fingers past her wet folds. “Your body is mine.”
I curled my fingers inside her hot pussy and her head thrashed against the pillow.
“I want to watch you fall apart for me,” I purred, rubbing her swollen clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her.
“Just remember,” she moaned, licking her lips, “I’m only here because you’re… blackmailing me.”
I ignored her words, fixating on her mouth. I wanted her plump lips wrapped around my dick, but I couldn’t resist her gorgeous tits to follow that through. Besides, I had every intention of making her scream and beg for relief.
Lowering my mouth down her body, I pulled one taut nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, teasing the hardened peak with my teeth. Her moans echoed through the room.
“You will orgasm only for me,” I ordered. “Your body is mine to do with as I wish.”
Her sweet pussy tightened around my fingers, pulsing with greed, and her skin flushed crimson. I watched in fascination as it spread across her pale skin.
“Aiden,” she panted, clutching the sheets. “I… You…”
Her voice held a note of desire and the bastard in me relished it. I added a third finger, stretching her tight walls to accommodate my cock. But first, I wanted her to fall apart for me.
“Did you wait for me?” The question came out of nowhere and her hooded, lustful eyes locked with mine. “Is that why you were still a virgin?”
Fuck, I so badly wanted her to say yes, and even worse, I hoped she’d say that she’d dreamed about me for the past five years.
But she didn’t.
Instead, her lower abdomen arched up as she parted her legs wide, giving me a glimpse of her arousal-slicked thighs.
“My wife,” I grunted, thrusting my fingers in and out. Her pants got louder and louder, her movements jerky as she met the rhythm of my fingers, thrust for thrust. “You’re going to break for me, and then I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
That did it. Her lips formed an O, her core tensed, and she cried out.
She craned her neck back as her orgasm rippled through her and broken cries fell from her luscious mouth, my name nothing but a rasp on her lips.
I slid my fingers out and held her gaze as I licked them clean.
A little hitch left her lips as lust flared in her eyes.
I stood up and started taking my clothes off when she breathed, “Slower.” My eyebrows rose in question. “If you’re going to strip, make it so I can enjoy myself.”
My lips tipped up into a smug, satisfied smile. So much for only being here because I’d blackmailed her. However, I’d be a fool to point that out now. Instead, I obliged and took my time pulling off my T-shirt, then jeans, and even did an obnoxiously slow strip of each sock.
But there was no fucking way I would stop while she watched me with that hungry expression, biting her lip.
Once naked, I maneuvered up her body.
“Spread your legs for me,” I ordered as I stroked my aching, leaking cock. She obeyed without hesitation. “Now use your fingers to open that pretty pink cunt and show me how wet my woman is.”
A soft whimper left her lips, a blush spreading down her neck to her chest. Her fingers shook as she followed my instructions, and there wasn’t a bigger turn-on than seeing my wife so open to me, so ready.
“Such a good wife,” I praised, eyes on her swollen, glistening pussy. My hands settled on her hips as I pulled her closer. As if she couldn’t resist, she raised her hips.
“My greedy woman,” I hummed.
I fisted my cock, guiding it to her slick pussy, and pushed just the tip against her hot entrance. Her heat made me hiss. I’d barely slid in a fraction, and I was ready to abandon all control.
“Please, Aiden,” she sobbed, her words breathless. “I need you now.”
“I have to fuck you hard,” I gritted out, my restraint wavering as I thrust inside her tight pussy, filling her to the hilt. Then I pulled back out, leaving the tip pressing at her clenching entrance.
“Oh my God,” she panted, her head thrashing against the pillows as she lifted her hips off the bed. “Give it to me. Hard.”
All my earlier smugness evaporated and I was left with wild longing and unchecked desire. My fingers dug into her skin and I impaled her in one rough thrust. I nearly lost my mind when her warmth and wetness enveloped me. Both of us cried out with intense pleasure.
“Who is fucking you?” My next assault was harder.
“Y-you!”
“Say my name,” I ordered harshly. “Who?”
“Aiden,” she moaned.