“Baby,” he tried again, his voice cracking. “We should talk?—”
“No talking,” I said, reaching between us to unbuckle his belt.
His breath hitched as I unzipped his pants and slipped my hand inside, finding him already hard and straining. There was a part of me that felt incredibly smug at the fact that I could get him as hard as a fucking rock before even touching him, while all those other women made him soft and useless no matter how hard they tried.
“We shouldn’t—“ he began, but cut himself off with a groan when I freed his cock and wrapped my fingers around him.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, knowing full well he couldn’t bring himself to say yes.
He swallowed hard, his pupils blown wide with desire. “No,” he admitted hoarsely. “God, no.”
I shifted, positioning myself over him, the heat of him pressed against my core with only the thin fabric of my underwear between us. With one hand, I pushed the material aside, and with the other, I guided him to my entrance.
“Baby,” he breathed, his hands tightening on my waist. “Please?—”
I sank onto him, taking him to the hilt. We both gasped at the sensation, his thick length stretching me perfectly. For a moment, I just sat there, adjusting to the feel of him inside me, watching his face contort with pleasure.
Then I began to move, rising and falling on his cock. This wasn’t lovemaking, this was fucking, pure and simple. I rode him hard and fast, my nails digging into his shoulders through his suit jacket, my dress bunched around my waist.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the couch. “You feel so good?—”
I silenced him with a bruising kiss, pouring all my anger and hurt and desire into it. His hands moved from my waist to my ass as he thrust up to meet each downward movement of my hips.
Through our bond, I could feel the others becoming aware of what was happening. Their shock, their jealousy, their arousal washing over me in waves. I didn’t care. Let them feel it. Let them know exactly what they threw away.
I ground down on him, watching his face contort with each thrust. His golden eyes glowed brighter with the roll of my hips, his breathing ragged and desperate. I wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want to be. Every movement was punishment, every squeeze of my inner muscles around him designed to break his control.
“Jupiter,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my hips. “God—I’m close?—“
“Then come,” I hissed, increasing my pace. “Come for me, Aiden.”
His whole body went rigid beneath me, his back arching off the couch as he thrust up into me one last time. I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me as he cried out my name, his orgasm so intense I could feel it rippling through our bond. And through that same connection, I felt the others—Percy’s sharp intake of breath as he excused himself from a conversation, Draco’s sudden grip on a nearby table, Eris spilling his drink as they all came simultaneously, unable to control their bodies’ response.
I kept my eyes locked on Aiden’s face, memorizing every detail of his pleasure. The way his lips parted, the flush across his cheekbones, the complete surrender in his expression. I wanted to remember this, wantedhimto remember this.
Then I stopped.
I stayed completely still, watching confusion cloud his blissed-out expression. I felt his heart still racing, felt the lingering waves of his climax, but also the growing uncertainty as he realized I hadn’t joined him.
“Jupiter?” He reached for my face. “What’s wrong? Let me make you?—“
I caught his wrist before he could touch me, a cold smile curving my lips. Fear spiked through our bond—not just his, but all of theirs.
“What’s going on?” Aiden whispered.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear. I opened the bond fully, making sure they could all hear me, feel me, experience this moment in perfect clarity.
“I hope you feel me under your skin for the rest of your fucking lives.”
I rose from his lap, feeling him slip out of me, still hard and sticky with his release. Without a backward glance, I straightened my dress, smoothing the glittering fabric back into place with steady hands that betrayed none of the turmoil inside me.
“Wait—” Aiden scrambled to his feet, hastily tucking himself back into his pants. “Please, just talk to me?—”
I walked to the door, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor like a countdown. Behind me, I could hear him struggling with his zipper, his belt.
“Please!”
My hand on the doorknob, I paused. Just long enough to turn and meet his desperate gaze one last time. I felt a single tear escape, sliding down my cheek.
