“Hmm.” He glides the tip of his cock on my mouth, smearing the pre-cum on my lips.

My breathing catches the more he does that. My lips part and I take the first taste of him.

I shouldn’t have done that. Now, I want more.

He nudges my mouth open and I take him in, slowly.

I’ve only given Aiden a blowjob that one time at Ronan’s party. Since then, he’s been exclusively the one who gives oral.

It’s because of the control.

Aiden is the type who lives for control even during sex — especially during sex.

Maybe I like control, too. Maybe this time, I want him to feel what it’s like to have him at my mercy.

I lick him at a slow pace and lift my hands to cup his balls. I take my time in working him up.

Aiden throws his head back with a grunt. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

He yanks the band free from my hair, letting the blonde strands fall to my shoulders, and tangles his fingers in my scalp.

I quicken my pace and take him as far as I can without gagging. I become bolder with each stroke of his fingers in my hair and groan out of his lips.

So this is how it feels like to have control. No wonder he loves it so much.

“You’re so adorable.” He smirks down at me. “Look at your proud expression.”

My pace slows a little, but I don’t stop as I get trapped in his cloudy gaze.

“You’re only at that pace because I’m letting you, sweetheart.” He gathers my hair around his fist, making me wince. “But this is a punishment, remember? You don’t get to enjoy it.”

My eyes widen when he thrusts his hips forward and his cock hits the back of my throat.

My gag reflex shoots up, and I cease to breathe. I slap both my hands on his thighs trying to push him away.

Using his fist in my hair, he pulls almost completely out. I barely get a breath before he slams in again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Thrust. “And breakable.” Thrust. “And mine.”

I try to keep up with his pace, but it’s impossible.

He literally fucks my mouth like he promised he would.

In and out. Deep and hard.

He buries himself inside my mouth, and then he’s out. I splatter and gasp for air before he does it again and again.

And again.

With every thrust, my body burns. Every time he pulls out, I keep my lips open as if I’m begging for more.

I can’t get enough of him and his taste.

Or maybe I can’t get enough of the intense way he stares down at me.

It’s like he really wants to break me, but at the same time, he wants to keep me.

For the first time since I met Aiden, I see a different side of him. One that I’ve never seen before.

I had to kneel at his feet while he fucks my mouth so I could notice it.

The conflict.

The doubt.

Aiden has always been assertive to the core, but right now? As he plunges in and out of my mouth, he appears on the fence.

About what? I don’t know.

All I know is that I’m most likely the reason behind the conflict.

His grey eyes flick to affection for a second before they darken again. He watches me like he hates me.

This isn’t the blind hate from two years ago. No. This time, he looks like he has no control over the hate.

It cuts me deep and hard. Like it wouldn’t have hurt this much if I were punched in the gut.

What have I done to you?

Tears barge into my eyes. I’m not sure whether it’s due to the lack of air, the way he brutalises my mouth, or the emotional pain slashing me open out of nowhere.

Aiden reaches down a finger and wipes under my eyes. “Shhh.”

He pulls out of me completely without coming. If anything, his cock is harder, the veins throbbing with the need for release.

Aiden clutches me by the shoulders and lifts me in his strong arms. Still disoriented, I stare at the hint of his arrow tattoos. For some reason, the sight of them calms my breathing.

He carries me to the sofa and sits down, manoeuvring me so I’m sitting on his lap, facing him.

Tears still stream down my cheeks as I place both hands on his shoulders.

I couldn’t stop them even if I wanted to.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches between us and pulls my boy shorts down my legs.

He yanks my skirt up and positions his hard cock at my entrance. My inner muscles clench in raw, crippling anticipation.

“See what you do to me?” He buries himself deep inside me in one go.

I bite my lower lip, but the moan comes loud and clear.

He never fucked me this way. Face to face. At this angle, he reaches a place inside me he’s never reached before.

I bounce on his lap, almost toppling over with each of his merciless thrusts.

He pounds inside me with a maddened urgency.

I’m breathless, mindless, and thirsty for more.

No matter how much I deny it, I’ll always want more from Aiden.

And maybe that’s why I’m in pain. Because maybe he’ll never care about me the way I care about him.

Maybe I’ll always be a game.

“Do you feel yourself clenching me, sweetheart?” His eyes bore into mine.

They’re more intrusive and intimate than his cock inside me.

“Do you know what that means?” He grunts. “It means you’re fucking mine, Elsa. Not only your body, but also your heart and your fucking soul.”

More tears stream down my face because I know, I just know that I’m screwed.

The building intensifies at my abdomen, and with it, an arrow lodges straight to my heart. I’m falling off that edge with no landing in sight.

How could I let him get this deep under my skin? If I attempt to pluck him out now, I’ll probably bleed to death.

“Don’t cry.” He leans over and darts his tongue out to lick my tears.

Unlike the other times, his eyes aren’t filled with sadism. If anything, they’re breaking and shredding apart.

Just like my damn soul.

He licks each of my cheeks and underneath my eyes with infinite care like he doesn’t want to miss a drop.

His metallic eyes meet mine again. “I’ll protect you.”

Those words drive me over the edge. I come with a sob tearing from my throat.

He said he’ll protect me.

But who will protect me from him?

 

 

17

 

 

Aiden

 

 

Her eyes are fluttered closed as she snuggles in my embrace.

She fought it when I pulled her into me.

Of course, she did.

Elsa is the type who feels like she’s failing herself if she doesn’t fight.

But she should know by now that her fight is futile.

Eventually, her energy waned and she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

We’re still on the sofa. The leather creaks as I manoeuvre her so she’s half-lying atop of me. Her head rests on my chest and my leg wraps around hers.

I can’t get close enough to Elsa.

Or touch her deep enough.

Not when a great part of her mind is numb to me.

I tilt my head to the side to get a better view of her.

Her uniform is in disarray, and the sorry excuse of a skirt barely hides her bare pussy. I’m tempted to finger her tight walls and make her come all over again and again.