“Stop looking at his arse, Becky,” Aiden says, stepping around the kitchen island and pulling out a can of coke from the fridge. He places it on the counter, grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the island, forcing my legs to open to accommodate him. “How’s my girl?”
“Please refrain from having sex on the kitchen counters,” Ciara cringes, looking anywhere that we aren’t.
“Too late,” Aiden offers me a wolfish grin, his teeth graze my neck lightly causing me to shudder. “Something smells good, bug.”
I drag my teeth over my lower lip and look up at him through lowered lashes, “hungry?”
He presses his hips against mine. “Famished.”
“No! No! I’m not drunk enough to witness this,” Maria grabs her now refilled glass of wine and flees into the sitting room.
“Behave,” I warn him.
“What did I do?” He asks feigning innocence. “I can still taste your sweet pu—”
“Bah!” Ciara clamps her hands over her ears, following Maria out of the room.
“Aiden!”
“Forget dinner, bug. I’ll happily eat you instead.”
Becky groans, “I’m sitting right here!”
Aiden turns with a frown, “please leave.”
“Aiden James Qui—put me down! Aiden!” His open palm connects with my arse, he’s making a beeline for the stairs and not a one of these arseholes is moving to help me. “Aid—oof!” That one had some bite to it. “AJ Quinn!” I hear the slap before my right arse cheek cries bloody murder. “Aiden, put me down now or,” He tosses me onto the mattress. I barely have time to register what happened when his body cages mine.
“What are you doing?” I hiss.
“Being an insufferable prick,” he grins cruelly. I’m sure my stomach just dropped to my rectum.
“That wasn’t me that was…. Patricia.” I don’t know why I’m smiling right now; he’s going to make it so I can’t sit down for a month. Right, arse cheeks are to be kept firmly against the mattress at all times. “I have a dinner on!”
“There are six people downstairs. I’m sure one of them can work an oven,” he yanks off his hoodie with one hand, messing up his hair in a way that has that just fucked look.
“You love your bug,” I try to argue.
He drops lower, his breath brushing my neck. “My bug is being a brat.” I can feel his lips curl into a smirk against my skin.
Aiden spins me onto my stomach.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you I’d put you over my knee,” he growls, yanking me over his lap.
Panicking, I squirm, kick, and claw to be free, catching him in the jaw with my heel. “No!” I hit the floor face first, the impact knocking the wind out of me.
Aiden’s grip tightens on my hips. “You’re not getting away that easily.”
“No!” I squeal, kicking his chest to be free. I manage to claw my way to the landing before he grabs me by the ankles. “Let go!”
He pulls, and I grip the spindles of the railing, trying to hold on for dear life.
“Aiden!”
He chuckles darkly. “You’re only going to make this worse, bug.”
“Get off me!” I kick, turning mid-air to wiggle free, and only succeed in having my trousers fall down to my knees. “Aiden!” I laugh, scream, cry out… I’m going to murder him. I try to kick him, he dodges, catches my foot and drags me over carpet, pulling my pants further down my legs.
