Chapter 27
Mia
Kissing Aiden feels like I’m in the center of a whirlpool, begging for air, striving for control, trying my damnedest to get to the surface, while at the same time wanting the current to pull me in deeper.
And hearing that he hasn’t been with a woman in a long time shocks me, making me want him more.
Aiden devours me, strong and fearless and full of a passion I never could have imagined was real. He kisses me like I’m the very air he needs to survive, and even though the little voice in the back of my mind tells me this isn’t how I get the truth, I kiss him anyway. I want him anyway.
Mortification washes over me as his hands squeeze every inch of my body in a way that hurts just enough. I try desperately to push that guilt from my head and remind myself there’s only me here. I only have to answer to myself for these actions.
I focus on the way his tongue dances with mine. It’s so effortless. His lips taste like the bourbon we just shared mixed with mint, and even that appeals to me.
The ruthless man I saw the other night, the monster I know he can be, I now know he also shows his true face when he wants me. And maybe I’m as much of a monster as he is, but it’s that monster I want.
Aiden’s rigid body is a force to be reckoned with, and as I pull him close, he groans deeply into my lips.
Ink stretches over every inch of the rippled terrain of his hard-earned, defined muscle.
It covers him completely. Scars line his flesh.
I can feel them under my fingertips, making me wonder what horror stories they bear.
His wide, thick shoulders are unforgiving, and his muscled arms hold me tight.
His right thigh is covered in incredible grayscale ink, a medieval city that’s been burned to the ground.
Rising above it from the flames is a woman with wild hair and a crown, holding a sword.
Her sword pierces evil-looking, deformed skeletons that have been feasted on by crows.
The entire piece is intricately detailed.
It’s haunting and beautiful, reminding me of the name he’s reserved only for me, and reaches almost to his knee.
As his mouth comes down to bite at my neck, I run my hands over his chiseled abs. Fuck, my eyes were feasting on that body the moment he entered the kitchen, still wet from his shower. It was all I could do not to get down on my hands and knees and crawl to him, begging him to touch me.
But Aiden Foxx won’t crave me if I beg. He won’t crave my desperation. He’ll crave my strength and defiance, because it isn’t only my submission that gets him off, although I know it fuels him when I do what I’m told. It’s the fire that sparks my fight that he wants first.
The hard heat of his chest presses against my breasts, both of us now sticky with bourbon.
Every part of me is trembling with desire as I rake my nails down his shoulders, down his back.
He hisses, and I can’t get close enough to him, can’t touch him enough.
Aiden groans as his lips drop to lick a trail over my liquor-stained chest, my neck, and my nipples, where he takes his time sucking first one then the other.
“Christ, these fucking tits,” he growls hungrily, filling his palms with them. I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking into him, his hardened cock giving my aching pussy the friction it needs.
“Shit, that feels so…good…” I manage as his tongue works over each breast, his heavy thumbs toying with my nipples, trading back and forth with his tongue.
He moves a hand down to squeeze my ass tight.
“All this soft, perfect skin needs marking.” He bites my nipple, and I cry out just as he sucks it back into his mouth, flicking his tongue to soothe the sting.
“You’re gonna remember where I touched you tomorrow, Rhiannon.
” His voice is thick with lust, and even the name he uses for me sounds different now.
It drives me wild that I do this to him.
My last thread of control breaks when one strong hand holds my leg tight in a bruising grip while the other slides between my thighs, coming dangerously close to my throbbing core.
He backs up, taking in the sight of me. The vision of his big palm splayed over my thigh makes me whimper.
I’m fucking soaked, dripping embarrassingly as he slides his thumb up and sweeps it over my clit.
I moan so damn loud just from that tiny touch alone.
“Look at you, Mia. A fucking masterpiece, dripping down your thighs for me. Never been touched. Never been fucked.” His eyes are heated as they find mine, and he continues his perfect pressure on my clit.
“But you’ve pushed me too far, and now I’m gonna fuck you right up, pretty girl. There’ll be no going back…”
He grins, and it’s fucking eerily beautiful before he lifts his thumb to his mouth and sucks my wetness off. “So fucking sweet.” The hoarse need in his voice reminds me I’m in control right now. It feels like power.
“No man has touched you like this before me?” he asks, confirming.
“No,” I whisper, answering honestly, and I swear his breathing picks up with my admission. More power.
“No man has tasted you before?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He continues feasting his eyes on every inch of me.
“The first time…I even came for a man, was in the alley…with you,” I softly confess, not knowing why I feel the need to admit it other than I know he’ll like it.
Aiden surprises me, leaning in to kiss me just once. “An honor,” he rasps into my lips, and I melt with the soft, unexpected words, feeling his chest rumble as it presses against mine when he kisses me deeper.
One thick finger enters me, and I mewl into him.
Then a soft moan slips out, but he swallows it.
I don’t know how long we kiss like this, his finger sliding in and out of me, never quite giving me what I need.
As if he wants to torture me. I’m floating in a state of bliss, and when he finally pulls his lips from mine and lets me breathe my own air, his eyes trade between watching his finger work in and out of me, and my expression.
His icy steel eyes are filled with what looks like pride in knowing he’s the first man to touch me.
“Christ, you’re fucking tight.”
“Duh…” I remind him, my eyes closing softly as his finger keeps slowly torturing me. He gives me a little more as his thumb continues to move over my clit, and my walls clench around him like a vise. I wonder how I’d ever manage to take his huge cock.
“A slutty little virgin indeed,” he says under his breath as I moan louder, feeling the delicious coil of heat in my belly bind even tighter. “Fucking starved, aren’t you, baby?”
Oh God.
The faster he strokes, the faster I rock, writhing against his hand. I drip down his hand onto the leather seat of the stool. I don’t care how wet I am, or the sounds it makes. I just feel like an animal, and my need to come is my only thought.
“Slow down, Mia.” He slows his hand as he orders me out of my frenzy.
“So close,” I whimper. “I’m so close.”
He chuckles darkly. “You’re not coming yet, needy girl. Not until I’ve had my fill.”
“Please…please,” I chant, running my hands through his still damp blond locks.
I reach up to seal my lips to his. The way he angles my face to his to search the corners of my mouth, and groans into me, makes me dizzy.
Before I’m ready for the kiss to end, he drops to his knees.
I’m soaked, and both arousal and liquor cover the stool.
“Fuck!” I cry out as he spreads my thighs even wider, so I’m laid bare for him, then licks my clit so gently without warning, then again.
I feel like I’m going insane and grip his hair tighter. Staring down at him now, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than this man between my thighs. His nose slides through me, he takes the deepest breath, and it makes me ache even more.
Aiden reaches up to squeeze my tits, and my hair falls forward over his hands as he looks up into my eyes. His arms flex as he licks a slow torturous trail through my center with the flat of his warm tongue.
Correction, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I let out a strangled moan, and it’s loud and unhinged. The way he trades between pushing his tongue into my pussy and sucking on my clit is pure magic.
I’m so close to coming when I feel him pull back and slap my pussy. My back arches, and I moan so loudly that I’d be embarrassed if I cared. But that’s the thing—with Aiden, I don’t.
He does it again then sucks my clit back into his mouth. Holy fuck, that feels good.
“A little pain and a little fear is what gets this tight little pussy wetter than anything else, isn’t it?
” He slips a finger back into me, taking small bites of my flesh and working his way over my inner thighs.
A second finger enters me, stretching me.
He pumps his fingers in and out, curving them in a way that has me reeling.
The closer his mouth gets to my center, the harder he bites my thigh, and then he groans against me.
“You’re wrong,” I moan in a huff. Rocking against him, my legs start to shake violently. “Seeing you like this does,” I say honestly. “On your knees for me.”
He bites my thigh again as he continues the pump of his fingers.
His eyes meet mine, and I smirk. “Harder.”
Aiden listens and bites me again, leaving teeth marks on my thigh, then returns his mouth to my pussy. My head falls back, and I begin to come undone.
“Mmmm…look at you. That’s it,” he murmurs.
I push forward so far that I nearly fall off the stool, but Aiden is there, pulling his fingers from me and wrapping his arms around my thighs even tighter, making his face my seat, devouring me until I can’t breathe. Until I feel like I’ll explode.
“Give in, Mia,” he growls into me as my whole body quivers with the vibration of his mouth. “You won’t be fucking shy for me. Look me in the eyes and say my fucking name when I make you come.”
Just those words alone somehow send me over the edge, and I lose it as my orgasm crashes into me relentlessly, and I do just what he ordered, coming on his tongue with his name on my lips.
“Fuck, Aiden!” I’m rocking my hips into his face, taking everything I need from him without thought or shame.
Aiden continues to stroke my thigh as I settle. He pays no attention to his buzzing phone on the counter as he laps every drop I offer him. When I look down at him between my thighs, he’s watching me intently, as if my expressions are the only reward he needs.
“Fuck, the way this bourbon tastes off your sweet cunt, I’ll never want to drink it any other way again.”
His phone starts buzzing again. He stands and drags his first two fingers through my pussy, then sucks them into his mouth, as if he really can’t get enough, before he picks up his phone and checks who is calling him.
His eyes turn from warm and lust-filled back to cold and emotionless in an instant. A man filled with desire to a biker lord, reminding me there are two very distinct sides to him. One of which I don’t know at all.
He’s suddenly all business, and I’m still trying to catch my breath.
His face tenses at whatever is said on the other end of the phone.
He looks down at me intently. I’m naked and beckoning for more, but he’s done with me.
A switch has turned off, and he angles the phone slightly away from his mouth and covers the base with his hand so whoever is on the other end doesn’t hear.
“Go to bed.”
The urge to hit him clouds the euphoria running through my veins.
As he leaves the room, I realize every moment I spend with him makes things blurrier. That line between hate and want, between mission and pure lust, is barely existent anymore. I hate feeling this out of control, but I’m addicted to having his hands on me.
“Fuck, Mia,” I curse myself as I hear him moving around his bedroom for a few minutes before he’s through the house and out the front door, slamming it shut before I’ve even moved off the stool.