Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
ARI
Running my fingers along the top of the glossy stone brings me a modicum of peace. Almost like I am still connected to him, like he’s here with me, and not six feet below me.
Did you watch me kill that man?
I’m always watching, Arianna. Don’t ever forget that.
Did you like it?
You know I did.
His words whisper down my spine, seemingly so real.
If I close my eyes, I can almost picture him standing next to me as we stare down at the gravestone and talk about how murder is our new couple’s kink.
Well, at least we aren’t the only ones with it.
Aiden for sure has a kink for it. Truly, though, Ashton might have us beat in horniness for murder.
“Ari.”
I whip my head around at my name coming from Aiden’s mouth.
Brow furrowed and lips in a firm line, he clearly isn’t happy to find me at Brodie’s grave.
My cheeks heat thinking of the last time I saw him.
Embarrassment sweeps over me as I think about how I rode the tip of the hockey stick to completion and how he proceeded to leave me naked on the locker room floor.
I kind of wish he was holding the stick now so that I could hit him with it. If he thinks we are going to stand on Brodie’s grave together and talk about that particular moment in our relationship, then he’s even more psychotic than I thought.
Stepping closer to the grave to be closer to Brodie, and also to put some space between myself and Aiden, I kneel on the soft grass. “Feel free to leave. I’m not even sure why you are here in the first place. But even the smell of you makes me sick.”
Hoping like hell he can't smell how much my body wants him, I cross my arms over my nipples, who have decided to pucker up and join the party as well.
“Lies on your lips taste the sweetest, Arianna. So please, keep them coming.”
“Prove it.”
Kneeling behind me, Aiden grabs both of my wrists and bends me over, shoving my cheek into the dirt, ass up and exposed.
“Ari, the dresses you wear barely cover your ass, and the fabric of your underwear is so thin, you might as well not be wearing any. Every time your pussy is wet, I can smell it. So yes, my little venom. I know you are a fucking liar.” Flipping my dress up, he trails his finger down the center of my sex, and I know he can feel the wetness because he hums to himself before saying, “I love being right.” The audacity of this man.
Using his free hand, he rips my panties down above my knees and shoves his rough finger inside of me.
My body is primed and aching for him, so it slips in easily.
I’ve been craving his touch since the night at the arena—maybe even before that—even if I refuse to ever admit it to him, wetness be damned.
But my hips are a dead giveaway. They’re already rocking back and forth, trying to increase the pressure.
“I don’t want you,” I lie as I hump his finger, trying to get it deeper.
He laughs at that. “If I’m wrong, you wouldn’t be acting like a slut for a single finger.” Aiden slows his finger as another slips inside. “Tell me you want me. Admit that you want me to fuck you senseless until you’re coming around my cock. And maybe I will give you what you want, little liar.”
The next moment, I feel his tongue lick up my slit.
The tantalizing feeling gives me some relief, but nowhere near enough.
His fingers move inside of me as his tongue licks the moisture that is already seeping out of me.
Applying pressure to the top of his fingers, my hips are forced higher as his lips move lower and find my clit.
He sucks obscenely on the bud while his fingers shove in and out of me.
A fire builds inside of me. One that I know will cause me to erupt around him as I scream his name.
But right as I am on the precipice of release, Aiden releases me from his mouth and pulls his fingers out of me.
His wet fingers go around my neck as he presses me down.
The head of his cock teases me, in and out, but not pushing fully inside. I don’t even know when he took his dick out.
“You are not getting any relief, Ari, until you tell me how much you want me.” He reaches around my body and gently strokes my clit, forcing a whine out of me.
“Aiden.”
“You know what I want, Ari,” he says in that deep, commanding voice that I don’t want to resist.
“Yes,” I bite out. “Aiden… Yes. I want you to fuck me until I am ruined beneath you.”
His hips snap. Fast, hard, and unrelenting. The pressure builds. Cheek in the dirt, ass up for him, I should feel embarrassed. But all I feel is relief. Relief that he is finally giving me what I want. That this pressure that has been building between us will finally have an outlet.
Wrapping his arm around my throat, he lifts me so that he can sink deeper into my core. Hitting the spot that drives me wild. My hands fall on the gravestone in front of me, but I am too blinded by pleasure to contemplate it.
“Cover me in your cum, venom. I want everyone I walk by to smell you on me.”
I scream into the silent cemetery. The orgasm breaks something fundamental inside of me. I bask in the pleasure of him inside of me. Grinding on his dick until I finish. Aiden’s cock begins to pulse inside of me.
Aiden pulls out mid orgasm and finishes on Brodie’s grave, his cum spurting over the headstone. As he pulls out, I can feel our cum starting to leak out of me onto the ground. The ground Brodie is buried beneath.
He swipes his hand underneath me to catch some of the release in his palm which he rubs across the top of Brodie’s grave.
The grave that I just orgasmed on. An orgasm brought out by his brother.
Aiden stands, pumps his cock a few times, and shouts as his cum desecrates the grave further.
He takes his palm and melds our release together, mixing them on the stone.
Fury like I’ve never felt before builds inside of me.
A place that is meant to remember Brodie. To bring me closer to him. A sacred place.
And Aiden has violated it. Defiling it with his cum and mine.
I feel my eyes welling up with tears. Brodie. The only true love of my life. I betrayed him in his final resting place. With his own brother.
Not even looking in Aiden’s direction, I snap at him. “Go to hell.” I storm off toward the car before he can come after me.