Chapter 9 #2
Oh, Aiden. You’re so predictable.
Now. Aiden Cardell isn’t afraid of anything. Nothing except deep feelings. And I know that I’m the harbinger of emotions. Negative or otherwise. It’s a gift. Also, a curse.
He told me on Red Night that I was a one-time deal. To not get addicted. He’ll do any dare I tell him…in front of everyone. All in an attempt to humiliate me. Degrade me. Abuse me the way he thinks he should.
But I know what would get him to refuse…and then I’ll be the ringleader, escorting him to the main show and forcing him to obey me.
“Okay. I dare you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with me.”
A dark shadow crosses his face as he flinches. Got him.
Alone and together? I’m not sure he’ll be able to handle it. If he says no? I win. If he comes into the closet…I win.
He glances over his shoulder toward the shed. My nerves bubble up into my throat until I almost yell at him to make a fucking choice, but then he turns back to me with a smile.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
“First one out—” I say, but he cuts me off as he stands up.
“Loses.”
His presence is like death lording over me. And I welcome it.
Every inch closer to the shed tightens a noose around my neck. Sweat pearls along my hairline, and I sip in deep breaths to steady my pulse. My heart thunders harder, louder, faster, like it’s trying to escape my chest.
When we step into the narrow, dark space, I move to the plaster wall like it will protect me. As if the distance between us means anything now.
The last thing I see is his hand on the door handle and a flash of his face. It changes from smug to suddenly terrified.
Darkness snaps shut around us.
His scent strikes first. Cedar and lake water. Sun on skin. Burnt sugar from the fire pit. That stupid clay mug he made me at camp that still sits in my room.
It devours me until I can’t breathe in anything but him. Then—his voice. Low. Rough. Final. “I’m not leaving.”
“Well, neither am I—” I’m interrupted by a hand clasped around my neck.
“I don’t want to hear another fucking word you say.”
I swing blindly into the dark, my palm cracking across his nose.
He grunts. Then retaliates. His slap rocks me, heat bursting across my cheek like a brand.
I gasp, stumbling. With reckless strength, I drive my knee up toward his crotch, but miss.
Fingers dig into my waist and twist me around, slamming my chest into the wall so roughly I see white behind my eyes.
The air rushes out of my lungs as I sob.
He presses in, his full weight pinning me. One hand locked around my neck. The other…slides beneath my dress. Fingers climbing my thigh with merciless intent.
Using my ass, I shove back against him, feeling how very hard he is already. As soon as he reaches my panties, he jerks so forcefully, I scream. He tears them down my legs until I teeter on my heel, trying to maintain my balance. The doused fabric is shoved into my mouth.
His palm slams over my lips as I attempt to fight him off, but it’s no use. He’s way too big for me. The sound of fabric sliding cuts next to my ear, and then he wraps his bowtie around the gag, securing it to the back of my head.
This is…not good. I need to tell him something to get him to leave so I can own him for the evening.
He grips my wrists and shoves them high above my head, holding them in one of his large hands. My back arches, a knee buckling under the weight of it all.
“You’re going to listen,” he growls against my ear, voice slick with malice. “Listen good, hellkitten. When I call you a filthy, dumb cunt—you nod. You say, ‘Yes, sir,’ through that soaked fucking gag. Because that’s exactly what you are. Got me?”
Shame burns so deep it coils into an urgent hunger. My pussy clenches, wet and ready. Half of me wants to grind back and beg him to shove his cock inside me so I can’t walk for a week.
The other half?
Is going to make him earn that obedience.
This…this is what I choose to be a filthy, dumb cunt for.
“Looks like you need correction,” he sneers, dragging his knuckles over the side of my breast until I flinch. He tugs the bodice of my dress down until they’re exposed. “Don’t worry. I’ll train you up right, baby girl.”
Without warning, he shoves my dress up, and smack—his hand lands against my ass. Hard. Without mercy. I hiss through the gag, writhing, but he pins me still.
“That wasn’t a yes, sir.”
My teeth clamp down on the fabric. Wiggling my jaw, I attempt to work it loose.
Smack.
A whimper seeps from my throat as my entire body jolts with surprise and the shock of the sting.
“Try again, dirty slut.”
Heat radiates off my skin like I’ve been branded. The next blow has me whimpering through clenched teeth, my dignity fraying with every strike.
Finally, I scream it out, muffled by my own panties. “Yes, sir!”
But he doesn’t stop.
“Good.” His tone slithers over me. “Good girl. I knew you could obey. You want to, don’t you? You just needed the right owner.”
His palm ghosts over the welted curve of my ass—gentle, deceptive—before it grips hard enough to bruise. Then he snakes up, pinching my nipple until I stamp my feet, trying to twist away.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Pushing that soaked cunt back like you haven’t been touched since the last time I wrecked you. You want this cock that bad? Need to be filled just to remember you exist?”
The words turn molten. Whispered depravity slick against my ear. “You been touching yourself thinking of me? That filthy little pussy aching to get used properly?” He presses harder, his chest flush against my spine. “It’s mine now. You understand that? I command it. I own it.”
I whimper, sounding pathetic and raw. When I came to Northview and knew Aiden Cardell would be here…this. This is exactly what I imagined.
He swats his palm across my ass again. “I said, do you understand?”
Tears slip out, and I nod furiously, gasping. “Yeth,” I manage to murmur.
“That’s right. My fucking pussy. If I tell you to crawl across the floor and offer it to every man in this house, you’ll obey, won’t you?”
He bites my earlobe, then breathes, “You’ll spread those thighs and show her off. Let my entire fraternity come inside you. One after the other. And baby girl? You’ll look me in the eye after each load and say, thank you, daddy.”
As desperate as I am, I writhe against his hips, feeling his full length through his trousers. He only lets loose a low chuckle. “Maybe you’ll even get another kid to replace the one you killed.”
That’s what does it. I wrench my wrist from his grasp, untie the gag, and flip around to face him. This time, I grab his neck to hold him in place. If only I could see his face.
With venom coating my tongue, I spit out, “I loved every moment I was pregnant with Talon’s baby. Every fucking second. All because I knew it wasn’t yours.”
The silence after is like a stone wall. Final. Brutal and impenetrable.
He slips from my hold without a word. No sound. Not even a breath.
Cold air filters between our heated bodies.
The space fills with light. The door gives a lonely, soft squeak.
And Aiden leaves the closet.