My moment of smugness fades as I am pushed face first into the door I was about to walk through. He grinds his hard dick up against my crack. Okay, maybe he can fuck me.
“Oh I will, doe. I will take that ass when I want, in whatever way I want.” He places his hand to the front of my jeans again and starts to squeeze, the pressure is between perfect and painful.
“You are not allowed to make yourself cum from now on. You can only cum when you are with me and when I say. You need to learn some fucking manners and control.”
Oh fuck, this is so swoonworthy. I think I will explode in my jeans. I never realized how much I needed this. “And what if I don't follow your rules?” I say, trying to push his limits.
“Don’t follow my rules and you will become very well acquainted with the holding pen, where I will leave you bound, and your dick locked in a cock cage until you have learned your place.” I hum in joy at that idea. “I will make you watch me play in there too. Imagine watching me work, doe, and not being able to touch yourself, being denied my attention,” he teases.
That sounds amazing … and like my idea of hell. I am going to be a handful, and I know being with him will make it worse. I will need his attention twenty-four seven.
“I'll do whatever you want, just don’t ignore me, please,” I beg and sulk in defeat as he removes the pressure from my cock. This meeting with Dima is going to be a test in restraint. Turning me around to face him, he grabs my throat and takes my mouth, sucking on my tongue. Fuck I want to eat him up.
“Come on, doe. I'm not in the mood for an annoyed Dima,” he says, taking his heat with him, leaving me pouting as I follow behind him.
Chapter 26 - Lev
Iamsofuckingstupid. What the hell have I signed up for? I'm such an idiot for giving in, but seeing him all over Kai, it completely blindsided me. I have never experienced possessiveness like that over anyone, and the thought of someone else touching Aaron made me see red.
It took all I had not to cut Kai’s throat, but I knew what Aaron was doing. The wild little shit. He may be hot, the best fuck I have had, and kinky, but he is completely unstable, weird, and beyond needy for attention. I think he needs help, but it also makes him perfect for someone like me. I could never do normal.Weare not normal and that makes it feel normal, normal for us anyway. For fucks sake, I need to stop rambling to myself and just accept the fact that I have a clingy fucker who wants me and if triggered may kill others or cut me up in a jealous rage.
I smile to myself. That thought turns me on like nothing else. Fucking doe. Dima won't let me hear the end of this … oh god, Seb will love it, the little prick. May be best to keep it quiet. I don’t have to confirm anything. We aren’t in a relationship, we are just fucking together and playing. But only with each other.
Aaron is such a complex guy, but I have started to notice that the more time he spends around me in my surroundings, he is less erratic and more present. There is an openness, and he revels in what's around him. The handful of times where he was quiet and vulnerable haven't happened for a while. He appears more confident, he isn’t afraid to show that he wants me to himself, or demand for my eyes to be on him.
It's kind of refreshing getting what you see without the bullshit filters, pretending to be someone you are not. It actually makes me feel like I can be myself too. Dima is the only one who knows the real me, but I think Aaron compliments my needs and makes whatever lives in me come to the surface. Is that a good thing? I don't know, but it's thrilling.
We walk into Dima’s office where he is texting on his phone, sitting behind his desk. I push Aaron down into the chair and he sits without complaint.
I stand behind him. There’s only one chair in the room—and subconsciously put my hand around the back of his neck, squeezing. Aaron leans into my grip, his shoulders relaxing, less tense than when we walked in. Dima doesn't miss anything, losing interest in his phone, taking note of where my hand is. He looks up at me and whatever expression is on my face, he doesn't say anything, doesn't even smirk or make a smartass comment. But I have no doubt he will be fishing for information later.
“Aaron, Lev said that Jake mentioned he is leaving?” Dima asks.
I let go of him, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me from pulling away, so I grasp back onto his neck. Just like I thought, my touch grounds him, and it's a fucking buzz knowing I have that much dominance over him. I clamp down the acute feeling of wanting to lift him up and take him against the wall, rut into him and claim him.
“Yeah, well he wants me to go. He has been erratic for days and he’s getting more controlling. I shouldn't be here. If I'm not home when he gets back, he promised to hurt me, and it’ll be worse than before,” Aaron says too casually, like this is standard sibling behavior.
Dima watches him quietly. “Well, we are bringing them in tonight, Aaron. Simon and Jules are on it now, trying to track them down, so I wouldn't worry.”
“You didn’t say anything before?” I growl. I hate being left out of the loop.
“I'm telling you now. It was a last minute decision. I want this to be finished as much as you do, Lev. Makes me antsy knowing we may have more traitors around us,” he says.
Aaron turns in his seat to look up at me, those big innocent brown eyes begging. I'm not sure what for until he opens his mouth.
“You promised I could kill him.” His eyes flash from begging to cold murder. Fuck. I am so turned on at the thought of watching Aaron hurt and kill his stepbrother. I never would have thought that would be a thing, but I’m finding out a lot about myself with doe around.
“I promise,” I say. I won't go against my word.
He gives a curt nod, and faces back to Dima.
“Fine. I'll let you know when they are back. Why don't you both go relax or whatever? It's gonna be a long night if Lev has his way.” He laughs but he is not wrong.
I have been waiting for what feels like years to have Jake and his boys in my pen. And I will savor every moment of it. I might actually film it.
“I need to go back to the apartment to get some of my stuff, Lev, I don't want to risk leaving any shit there in case they go back,” Aaron says.
“I don't think that's a good idea, Aaron,” Dima says, and I agree.
