Chapter 35
Mia
I think I’m in shock. I’m overwhelmed with fear, but not because of the gator, because of the fucking apex predator who just took him out like it was nothing.
But I barely have time to adapt to the fear coursing through me as I’m lifted up to straddle Aiden, and something warm and sticky is swiped from the left side of my face with his big hand.
Blood. I must be covered in it. He just killed a gator while he was fucking me.
He didn’t even stop or hesitate. He just slammed that knife through its head like it was nothing, and the moment he did, my pussy clenched tighter and he groaned with satisfaction.
Which tells me he’s a fucking lunatic, and he seeks my fear and desperation like they’re a prize.
I’m existing in this deranged reality where a man can chase me, threaten to drown me, and brutally fuck me. He just takes, and though it’s clear I’m existing only for his pleasure right now, I know I’m cared for, protected, and wanted.
The warmth of his breath, the bite of his teeth across my skin, and the pain as he stretches me beyond my body’s capacity, all of this coupled with fear of the predators lurking all around us, makes everything heightened, and I can’t get control of this euphoria.
Aiden keeps himself buried as deep as he can inside of me.
I’m not on birth control, and he never even asked if I was. I have no idea how many women he’s been with, but I know he most certainly would be clean. He’s too thorough to be careless. It’s not like I have a choice now anyway, though even if I did, I’d probably make the same choice again.
Every time I hear something move through the grass, my body reacts. My walls tighten around him and he groans again, and the sound of him lost to his own pleasure is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
His lust-filled gaze bounces between where we connect and my face, as if analyzing how much every touch, every thrust affects me.
Every single stroke of his thick cock pulsing inside me with the barbells, especially the one at the crown, hits a place deep within me that I can’t get enough of.
“So fucking pretty and needy… This pussy… The way you take my cock… I’m so fucking proud of you, Mia,” Aiden growls as he watches himself fuck me slowly. “Mmm… You’re fucking killing me.” His words are low and deep, as if he’s whispering them to himself, and he drives into me again and again.
I want this. This fight, this brutality he offers spurs me on. I don’t want his gentleness anymore or for him to be slow. I want him to fuck me. I want him to be so desperate for me that he’s out of control.
Aiden slams into me, and just when I think he might actually tear me in two, my body responds and my core begins to tighten further. And then I’m moving with him, my nipples grazing his naked chest as I claw my nails into his arms.
I let my mouth find his as I grip his strong shoulders. I moan loudly, and he fucks me harder, angling my head down to watch how he fucks me.
“That’s it, Mia. Fuck.” He slams up into me again. “Break for me, darlin’,” he orders.
“I—I can’t take it. You’re too much…” I trail off, my eyes fluttering, watching us move together. The pain bleeds into pleasure until there’s no line between the two.
“Yes, you can. Your body’s already begging for my cum.” He craves my submission as much as I crave the brutality he offers me.
“Scream for me, Mia. Let anything that hunts this fucking river know who owns this virgin cunt.”
His hands tighten to a bruising hold around my thighs.
“Aiden, please…” I cry out as an intense orgasm begins to crest. My pussy tightens around him, and I feel his cock grow inside me even more as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, struggling to control his own breath and movements.
I realize there’s nothing more beautiful than this beast of a man, this picture of control and power, overcome with desire for me. Powerless for me.
And with that thought, I come completely undone. “Aiden!”
“Fuck, look at how beautiful you are, coming all over my cock… This greedy pussy. Such a little whore, begging me to fill her.”
“Please…” I trail off because I’m helpless as I do exactly what he says and keep coming, so fucking hard, all over his dick.
His groan in response is savage. My body tenses, and I dig my nails deep down into his skin as he grips me tighter.
Pain.
It’s what he craves too as he thrusts into me, unhinged. Frenzied.
His hands sink deeper into the flesh of my hips, and his mouth comes crashing down on mine. “Fuuuck, Mia…” His voice is a roar as his cock jerks and pulses inside me and his teeth sink into my lip. It’s already tender from his bite before and immediately starts to bleed.
My head falls back, and I feel Aiden suck my lip, coaxing my blood to pool inside his mouth.
I open my eyes as he licks his lips, tasting me, before he kisses me again, and this time I bite him back.
Hard enough that he hisses. There’s nothing more erotic than kissing him like this, tasting us both together as we come down.
He says nothing as he gently pushes my hair off my face.
He pulls his cock out, leaving me empty and aching as he stands up.
His cock is still half hard, barbells glinting in the moonlight as he stoops and picks me up, softly kissing my lips.
An outsider would think he just made the sweetest love to me on a bed of rose petals instead of fucking me like a barbarian at the edge of a gator-infested river.
But his arms feel safe as I rest my cheek against his warm, muscled chest. With his lips pressed to my forehead, he grabs his clothing off a tree stump near the edge of the water.
“You did so fucking good, Mia.” He kisses me again. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
When we reach the van, he sets me on the seat, pulls a pair of clean boxers from a bag on the floor, and pulls them on.
A towel comes next, and he wraps it around my shoulders, drying me, then moving between my legs to clean me up.
He pulls a clean T-shirt gently over my head.
It’s warm from being in the van, and I stop shivering almost immediately. It smells just like him.
He drapes his leather cut over my legs before he throws on his T-shirt and jeans.
“How did you know we’d need…new clothes?”
“I brought them in case I had to burn the ones I was wearing after I killed you.”
“Oh…” I say hoarsely.
Aiden disappears for a moment to lock up the cabin, and then he’s back. He buckles my seatbelt around me with his strong hands and pulls my damp and matted hair back off my face as he peers down into my eyes, studying me quietly before I feel him place a water bottle into my hands.
“Drink, Mia.”
I do, but I feel spaced out. The adrenaline is wearing off. I let my eyes flutter closed, exhausted, yet my heart is still pounding. Aiden climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. I hear the flick of a lighter, and the potent smell of weed fills the space.
I open my eyes when I feel his broad palm rest on my leg.
Without warning, he leans in close, his hand coming up to tenderly encircle my throat, just enough to angle my face up so he can press his lips to mine.
I open my mouth without hesitation, my body working on command for him, and the feel of tangy smoke rushing into my lungs makes me gasp.
It tickles and burns, but Aiden prevents me from exhaling with his kiss.
His tongue slips into my mouth, easing the burn, and I relax into it. We breathe the smoke, in and out together, and I realize this exchange is the sum of us. The back-and-forth, poison to pleasure and back again. Peace settles over me with each shared breath.
He takes another pull from the joint, still holding my mouth open. This time, when he moves close, I lean in, sucking in the smoke, inhaling deep. I’ve never smoked weed in my life, but if it helps bring my heart rate down, I want it.
I want to let the warmth of him and the high he offers utterly consume me. Once more, he takes a long drag and feeds it to me. Once more, I take it before he stubs out the joint.
“Now,” he says deeply, “let’s go home and get you cleaned up.”
All I hear is home as I close my eyes and let the darkness of the night swallow me.