23. Aiden
Aiden
After the shitty afternoon I’ve had, walking into this chaos doesn’t help. I’m on edge, ready to hunt and kill Rurik. He’s been sitting at the top of my kill list all week.
Until now.
Because Trent is here. In her room. He’s taking over, acting like he’s authorized to see her.
He isn’t.
And just like that, he jumps straight to the top. I don’t even care if taking him out blows my cover.
“Whose blood is all over you?” Isabel steps closer, concern written all over her face.
I hadn’t even thought about how I looked. I was supposed to clean up before seeing her, but when I heard Bear’s growl, that plan went out the window. Getting to her was the only thing that mattered.
Reaching out, I run my knuckles along her jaw. “It’s not mine. I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me.” She slaps my hand away and then starts checking me over, lifting my shirt.
I try to focus, but it’s pointless. Her hands are on me. After everything I’ve been through today, I don’t care who’s watching.
I drag her into my arms and take her mouth, hard and fast. She resists at first, pushing against me, but it fades the second I deepen the kiss, slipping in my tongue so I can taste her.
The sounds she makes, soft and needy, sends a raging fire straight through my body that flips something deep inside me.
My control snaps.
I trap her against the doorframe, grinding my erection into her belly before I can stop myself. The need hitting hard enough to drown out everything else.
Then she pushes me back, breathless. “Aiden, stop.”
“No.” I growl and dive right back in. My fingers catch the hem of her top, needing to touch her skin.
She leans into me for half a second before reality kicks in. “Aiden. We have an audience. Stop.”
Exhaling sharply, I glance over to see Lane’s smirk.
Fucker.
“You two can handle this, right?”
“Sure.”
“Release.” My command is sharp.
Bear immediately lets go of Drake.
“On guard.”
Bear drops back, muscles coiled, eyes locked on his target. One wrong move and he’ll attack.
“Jen’s in the kitchen with Teddy.” Giving my men the information they need. “She needed a good, stiff drink. Text him that she needs to come check on at that fucker’s arm.”
“Jen? As in your cousin? The one I work with?” Isabel pushes at me, trying to get past.
That’s not about to happen. “She was at the meeting. Not by choice. I’ll explain later.”
“You’ll explain now.”
That tone she uses only makes my need for her burn brighter.
I don’t. Wrong move.
Bending at the waist, I toss her over my shoulder before she can fight me. I need to get her some place private before I end up fucking her right here in front of everyone.
Not something I’m into. No one gets to see her come apart but me.
Drake loves watching. It’s what he does when allowed to play at Soulcombe. He’ll never get the privilege of seeing this beautiful woman turn to putty in my hands. He’s lucky I didn’t order Bear to rip his dick off when I caught the way he was watching us.
“Aiden!” Even when said in frustration, my name on her lips gets me hard.
Which explains why I smack her arse.
“Put me down, Aiden.”
One step away from the door is when Trent’s voice stops me. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
With Isabel still posed on my shoulder, I turn to face him. “I believe that’s obvious.”
Our eyes lock.
A silent war is fought in our stare-down. Neither of us blinks.
After several drawn out seconds, he speaks like he’s in charge. “I think that can wait.”
“It can’t.” I spin around, head out the door, barking orders as I go.
“Lane, uncuff Trent. Wylan, maybe offer him a piece of that lemon tart you made the other day. When we’re done, I’ll come find you. Don’t bother us unless you want to get shot.”
“Did you really just talk to him like that?” I feel her lift her head and look behind me. “He doesn’t look happy.”
“Don’t care. He can wait.” I smack her arse again and get rewarded with a giggle.
“Aiden. You can’t be serious.”
“I never joke about fucking.”
“Aiden!” She tries to sound serious, even though she’s upside down with my hand caressing her arse. “Put me down!”
Her fists pound against my back. The sharp sting makes me suck in air. But I refuse to let her know why.
I manage to turn it into a low growl, a desperate attempt to distract her. “No. Now, stop. Or I’ll spank you again, and this time I won’t hold back.”
“No, you won’t.” The shiver that takes over her body doesn’t lie. “This is not the time to play games, Aiden.”
I just keep moving.
When we reach my assigned bedroom, a few doors away from hers, I step inside and kick the door closed, the frame rattling hard enough to echo.
My body is on fire. It’s not just her—it’s everything. The rage inside needs an outlet. I should turn around, walk out of here, yank Drake off the floor and beat the shit out of him. But I don’t. She wouldn’t allow that.
Which leaves me with one option.
I need to fuck and I need to fuck hard.
In one swift motion, I toss her onto the bed. She hits the mattress with a sharp intake of breath, and I pause just long enough to make sure she’s not in pain.
Goddammit. Her injuries. I almost forgot.
Our eyes lock, and I see it. The challenge. No fear. She knows I’d never hurt her. It’s a dare.
She trusts me.
That’s all I need to see to keep going.
My need for control is strong. It’s who I am, more so right now. I intend to push her, test her limits. There will be no time for her to think, only feel.
Lowering myself over her, I watch. Her pupils dilate as my hands close around her wrists, but no warning signs. I then guide them above her head and pin them there.
This is a risk. After what she’s been through. Which is why I’m taking my time, going slow.
Her response surprises me. She smiles.
That smile isn’t nervous. It’s a reward, one that hits hard. Making me want to push just a little more.
“Something funny?”
She shakes her head, biting the corner of her lip, but doesn’t look away.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
She wiggles her legs beneath me, so I ease my weight off her, giving her room instead of taking it. Once they’re free, she opens them wider, inviting me in rather than pushing me away.
The most beautiful words fall from her lips. “I’m yours… however you need me.”
An overwhelming urge hits me to make sure she understands what she’s consenting to. “This won’t be gentle. It’ll be quick. Rough. Are you sure?”
Every part of me is wound tight, but I don’t move. I won’t touch her until she gives me permission.
Her hands move down my back to my waistband, tracing my belt and undoing it.
I catch her wrist, stopping her. “I need you to say it, Izzy.”
“Yes.” Her tongue runs along the seam of her lips, making my cock jealous. “Are you going to spank me?”
Keeping one hand securely around her wrists, I reach for my belt and free it in one smooth movement.
Her breathing changes instantly. Shallow. Uneven. She focuses entirely on me.
I hold her gaze as I bite the leather and make a loop using my mouth.
“Why is that so damn hot?” she whispers.
The blush that follows says more than the words.
Once I know it’ll work, I reach above her and slide it over her hands.
I watch closely to make sure she’s not panicking and understands what my intentions are.
Her nod is my cue to yank the leather tight around her wrists, binding them together.
Fighting the restraints will sting, but only leave behind temporary marks.
“Okay?” With my hands under her back, I pull her higher onto the bed. “Too tight?”
“It’s fine.” She swallows and looks up as I loop the belt through the rails. “What now?”
My heart races with anticipation.
This is as new to me as it is to her. I’ve never restrained a partner during sex. It’s crossed my mind, but the trust factor it takes to do this never felt right.
Seeing nothing but trust in her eyes, my cock grows thick with desire.
“I’ve fantasized about this,” she whispers, testing the restraints with a slight tug. “Not just with anyone. Only you.”
Kneeling, I stare down at her. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this. You’d look better naked. Next time. Right now, I need a hard, quick fuck. After we’ve sent our uninvited guests on their way I’ll do this again. And when we do, I’m not letting you come until you beg me for it.”
“Keep talking, and I’ll come before you get a chance to fuck me.”
Her smart remark only fuels my desire.
Shaking my head, I unbutton my jeans, needing to get inside her. Her eyes follow as I draw them down just enough to free my throbbing cock.
I nearly blow my load when she says, “Want me to suck you off?”
I tighten my grip on the base, refusing her invitation, and take several measured breaths. “You can do that later.”
Once I’m sure I won’t go off prematurely, I grab the waistband of her pants and tug them down her legs, bringing her knickers along for the ride.
“I need inside you. It’s been too long.” Seeing her wet pussy, I can’t stop myself from teasing her. “You like this, princess?”
“What gave me away?” When I trail my finger up her thigh and through her wet folds, she squirms. “Maybe just a little.”
Next, I bring that finger to her mouth and trace it along her lower lip. “Taste yourself.”
Her cute tongue flicks out, and I can’t look away. When the saltiness of her release hits her tastebuds, she hums. “You taste better, but it’s not bad.”
Fuck.
I reach between her legs, gather her cum on my finger, and bring it to my mouth. She tastes better than I remember. Addictive.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” She moans under me while I lick it clean and smack my lips, so she knows how amazing she tastes.
“My favorite treat.” Gripping her by the waist, I flip her over, so she’s now on her knees. “As much as I’d love to fuck you on your back, it’ll be easier this way since you’re not fully undressed.”
As her shoulders relax, she lowers her head with a sigh of relief, her hands still held out in front of her. Doing that puts her arse higher, opening her up to me.
The sharp sting I apply to her arse, earns a breathy sound of pleasure from her. So, I slap her twice, each one just a little harder, before grabbing her hips and letting the tip of my cock nudge against her cunt.
“I love how red your arse gets when I smack it. The way your pussy weeps.” I smack it one more time, and moan. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
It’s a warning. Not one she has time to process before I slam into her.
Her pussy tightens around my cock, protesting at first, then sucks me in deeper. Feeling that has me fighting the need to take this to another level.
“Harder,” she taunts, confident I’ll reward her demand.
Her wish is mine to grant.
I pick up my pace. Each thrust, my fingers dig deeper into her skin. The force sending her body forward. Her good cheek rubs against the soft comforter of the bed. She’ll have marks in both spots, but fuck if I care.
She asked for this. I need this. We both want it.
“Harder.” Izzy matches me thrust for thrust. “Please, Aiden. I need to be reminded I won’t break.”
“I’ve got you.” Leaning forward, I press my chest against her back. “Let me show you just how strong you are. Trust me.”
A roar builds in my chest. There’s no point in holding it back. As I climax inside her, I feel her shiver, triggering her own release. Her walls tighten around me, right before her body goes limp.
Izzy collapses onto the bed with me still deep inside her. Little does she know, I’m nowhere near done. That was just a taste of what I’ve got planned. My cock is still hard as stone.
“Seriously.”
I nuzzle my nose along her neck as I reach up and release her wrists. “That was just round one. I’m not even close to being done yet.”
She gives her arms a few shakes to wake them before turning her head so I can see her face. A playful smile tugs at her lips, telling me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Good, because that was lame.”
Lame?
Her words have me pounding into her harder than before. Time to make her pay for toying with me. The sweetest kind of punishment.
Beads of sweat trickle down her slick skin, but that doesn’t stop me. It only encourages me.
I slap her arse until it’s bright red and warm to the touch. Pounding into her tight cunt as it spasms around my hungry cock. She’ll feel me inside her for hours, cursing her witty mouth for teasing me.
When I’m done, she’s so full of my cum it’s dripping down her thighs. I’ve drained every drop I have into her. I’m spent, but in the best way possible.
Bringing her with me, I fall back onto the bed, settling her against my chest. Her eyes are so heavy she can barely keep them open.
“Don’t move.”
“Like I could.” Her voice is soft, hooded eyes watching me as I get up and disappear into the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
When I return, I kneel next to her and take my time cleaning her up. “Okay?”
She’s sore. There’s no missing it in the way she moves, or the quiet sounds she tries to hold back. So, I slow it down, keeping my touch gentle, as I drag the cool cloth through her swollen pussy.
“I’m fine. Just give me a few minutes to recover.”
“I need to clean up and then deal with Trent.” I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “You rest.”
She nods but then stops me. “Wait. Who did you really meet up with?”
I should stall. Deflect.
I don’t. I refuse to tell her another lie.
“Rurik.”