Chapter 22 Evie
The night air bit at my uncovered skin as we pulled into the cemetery, the rumble of the bike fading into the eerie silence as he idled down the small driveway. The gate creaked and shadows danced around us, making me hold on to him a little tighter.
I knew he was pissed—his hands gripped the handlebars so tight his knuckles had turned white. My heart raced, matching the thrum of the engine beneath me, but it wasn’t just the cold or the darkness that had my pulse pounding.
The thrill of Aiden taking control again sent a rush through me—more exhilarating than any speeding bike or shadowed, dangerous place ever could.
I could barely contain myself, wondering what he would do to me now.
Aiden parked behind the gate, hidden from the main road. The sudden stillness pressed in, deafening. I barely had time to breathe before he swung off the bike, pulled me down after him, and steered me between two looming statues.
My jacket slipped off when he yanked me from the bike, the fabric landing in the dirt behind us, but I barely noticed. His grip on my wrist was firm, unrelenting, as he dragged me deeper into the shadows, the world dissolving around us.
“The blackmail, your little threats—the woods,” he growled, the words sounding infuriated. My heart stuttered at the small confession. “It’s all been a game for you. Do you really think I would let you keep pushing me until my life exploded?”
I let the words turn over in my mind, surprised at how raw they were.
“It has been a game,” I finally said. “And it’s been the most fun I’ve had in my life. It’s like you’re losing your mind and I get a front-row seat. I get to watch you unravel, piece by piece until you’ve lost your mind completely and all you can think about is me.”
“All because you wanted to break me until I’m as much of a psycho as you? Because you’re a little psycho girl that gets off on ruining men’s lives.”
“That is true.”
“And why me this time? Why not bother one of the hundreds of men you could call and have falling after you? Why keep coming after me?”
“Maybe I like things I can’t have.” My eyebrow arched as I watched his eyes narrow.
I knew Aiden’s past, I knew that it had to leave scars when everyone in your life walked away from you.
I had scars myself, but I knew the people who left me didn’t do it because they chose to.
“Or maybe because there is no one else like you. I couldn’t find a replacement no matter how much I tried. ”
He leaned down, the heat of his breath moving across my lips.
I’d never wanted to wrap myself around someone more.
To tell him how badly I wanted this and wanted him, but I didn’t think he would believe my words.
The chill of the night replaced with his warmth, wrapping around me and making me sigh in ecstasy.
“And what about your life, Evie? Who’s ruining your life?”
I pulled in a ragged breath, looking up to meet his eyes.
“You.”
“Me? What have I done besides every fucking thing you want? Was being at your beck and call for the last ten years too much? Did I upset you when I’ve bled and been in pain to save you from hurting? Which part bothered you so fucking much, Psycho?”
“The part where you made me want you. The days you made me want you and didn’t want me back. You ruin my life, Aiden.”
His fingers grabbed my chin hard, holding my head in place as the other hand slid along my neck to my top, his fingers dragging along the same place the other guy at Syndicate had touched. He leaned down, his lips inches from mine again.
“I don’t think you’ve even had a taste of me ruining your life, but I think the only way to make you stop messing with me is to give it to you. Is that what you would rather have, psycho girl? Do you want me to ruin you?”
Heat flooded me, my legs ready to give out as I nodded. I stuttered out nonsense, trying to come up with any response, but I couldn’t find the words.
“Take it off,” he said, snapping me out of my haze.
“Take what off?”
“Your top.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I think you can imagine what you get when you behave.” He leaned down to kiss my neck.
“I thought you were going to ruin me.”
“Oh I am. You’ll be as ruined as I am. And then I’m going to wreck your life the way you are trying to wreck mine. I’ve played by every rule and kept my life exactly how I wanted it until you came in to wreck me. Now I will wreck you.”
“Wow, Ace,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “That almost sounds like a threat.”
“Almost? I’m going to wreck any other man for you and leave your life in pieces. Which part is an almost?”
“The part where you don’t go through with it. Where you stop everything right this second and tell me nothing can happen because you aren’t allowed to touch me.” I wanted to push him as far as I could.
My knees shook, and he grinned, reaching for the strap around my back that held up my top. His fingers worked fast, undoing the strong knot until it came undone completely. The top fell, my breasts completely exposed.
“I don’t think anyone is here to stop me. Now you need to stop asking questions and do what you’re told.”
I grabbed for the fabric draped in his palm, pulling it back up to cover myself. He leaned down, ripping it away again.
“Not so fast.” His voice was low and teasing, making a shiver run down my spine. My breath caught as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my skin, sending another shiver down my spine. His lips trailed down my neck to my collarbone, moving down along the chilled skin.
His mouth closed over my nipple, biting enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through me.
I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance as a moan slipped from my lips.
The heat of his tongue followed, soothing the sting, the contrast between the warmth of his mouth and the chill in the air making me tremble.
“Are you thinking of ways to use this against me?” he murmured against my skin, his breath warm and taunting.
“Yes.” My words came out shaky, a pathetic attempt at defiance.
He pulled back, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, coaxing another gasp from me. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, his eyes locking with mine, filled with dark satisfaction.
My mind tried to stay defiant, my first instinct to shove him away for calling me out, but I didn’t want to—I wanted him. I was completely undone, drowning in the fire he stoked so effortlessly and I was going to let myself fall right into those feelings.
He finally pulled away. “You’re riding home like that, Psycho, just like you threatened. Let everyone see how much you love being on display.”
“We’re done? You want to leave now?”
“Yes. Do you really think you deserve more when you were trying all night to make me jealous?”
“Whether I deserve it or not isn’t relevant. I want it.”
His finger moved up my neck until he grabbed my chin hard again. “Oh, angel, you deserving it or not means everything right now.”
“I could still tell everyone, Aiden,” I said before I could stop myself.
I had thought I might be ready to stop my Evie antics, but apparently I wasn’t quite done with them yet.
“If you don’t finish this right now, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” he asked, his face shrouded in darkness. “Blackmail me even harder until you get an orgasm?”
I chewed on my bottom lip. That had basically been exactly what I was going to say and hearing the words out loud sounded horrible. When I finally met his eyes, he was smiling.
“Keep going, you little psycho. I want to hear a threat that you will show those photos if I don’t get you off right now.”
“You do?”
He nodded, stepping closer until one of his legs pressed between my thighs.
“Then you better find a way to get me off or else I’m going to show everyone that photo tonight the second we get home.”
“And how am I supposed to get you off to satisfy you now? With my tongue? My fingers?” His groin pressed against me, and I could feel the outline of his hard cock on my hip. “My cock?”
“All of them would work for me,” I breathed, his lips coming down to hover over mine.
He grinned, the nearby streetlights casting enough of a glow to bathe him in shadows and light. The eerie look making him more menacing.
He folded up the top carefully, wrapping it until the word Psycho was visible across the thin line of fabric. His grin widened as he lifted it, covering my eyes and tying it at the back of my head.
“On your knees, Psycho.”
I didn’t move, my eyes adjusting to the dark of the fabric over them and the sudden unsteadiness on my feet.
I could feel Aiden lean closer, his hot breath tickling my ear now.
“I said get on your knees. Listen, or I’m going to make you.”
I dropped, my legs too unsteady at his command to do anything but listen.
“Good girl. You never want to listen until it means you might get off. You run your mouth and piss me off until I get you alone and then you drop to your knees, begging for cock.”
“Aiden,” I breathed, not knowing if I was asking for something or attempting to demand it.
“That’s what you like, isn’t it? Being mine wherever I want you to be. On your knees in the dirt, or making me kill to have you. Kill to have my cock in your mouth even for a second so I can understand what heaven feels like, don’t you?”
I could only nod, tilting my head up toward him.
“But I want to know what you would do to taste my cock. I know what I would do, Psycho, but what are you willing to do for it?”
“Anything.”
“Really?” he asked, his voice laced with surprise, almost as if he found this amusing.
“Would you sit here all night like this? Breasts out and knees in the dirt. Look at your poor nipples, already freezing.” His fingers trailed down my neck and along my collarbone until he circled my cold, tight nipple.
“Oh wait, you can’t see, can you? What a shame.
You would love to see how pretty you look. Stick out your tongue.”
I listened, not even hesitating to have a taste of what Aiden would offer.
A low rumble of a laugh escaped him, and his fingers plunged into my hair.