Aiden has done some brutal things; I don’t need to know the sordid details. I know, as someone who has been victimised and assaulted, that whoever he went after deserved every ounce of pain he inflicted upon them. I guarantee that they never showed an ounce of remorse for what they did to their victims.
Aiden said that not everything illegal is wrong.
And in this case, I agree with him.
“Aiden?” I feel him stiffen beneath me. I lift my head to look at him. My gaze drops to the ink on his neck, and I trace the intricate patterns with my fingertips. “What are we?”
His warm breath grazes my ear. “You’re mine.” His teeth tug lightly on my earlobe.
“Your what, though? Your possession? Your fuck buddy? Is this thing open?”
“The fuck it is,” Aiden growls, his grip on me tightening.
Well, I suppose that’s a start.
“It might be the neurodiverse brain here,” I chuckle. “But I need a little more clarity than that. I don’t do well with vague answers. Are we in a committed relationship? Are we exclusive? I need to know where I stand; otherwise, I’m running around like a footless chicken.”
“You mean a headless chicken?” Aiden smirks, knowing one of my stims is repeating random lines from movies or books. The fact that he knows which King Julian quote I’mreferencing intrigues me.
I raise an eyebrow, amused by Aiden’s response. “Eh no, how is a chicken supposed to run around without a head?”
Aiden’s eyes narrow to slits. “How does it run around without feet?”
“I’m not the chicken, Maurice; why are you asking me all these questions?” Oh my God, I’ve stopped masking with him! This is huge!
Aiden chuckles, his eyes softening. “You,” he grabs me by the back of the neck and hauls my lips to his. “Are mine.” I wrap my legs around his waist, my skin prickles with gooseflesh as his tongue glides across my lips.
I wish I could enjoy this man the way I want to. I wish my body would let go of the trauma and allow me to experience Aiden to the fullest. I know from his kiss, from the way my nerve endings sing in response to his touch, and from the way I desperately want to feel him inside me that this man would fucking ruin me in the best way possible.
“And I’m all yours,” Aiden growls against my lips. “And if anyone attempts to touch my girl, I’ll tear them apart, limb by limb.”
“So…” I can’t help but smile against his swollen lips. “We’re exclusive then?”
His teeth nip at my bottom lip, and his hands slowly trail upwards, pushing my top up to expose more of my skin. The fabric bunches around my waist, revealing the end of the tattoo on my sternum, a key with a musical note in the bow. “You bet your sweet arse, we are.”
He tugs my top off over my head, tossing it aside without a second thought.
His tongue flicks over my nipple; I barely feel it. Stupid,treacherous body.
His lips move from my nipple to my neck;I most definitely feel that.I think it’s obvious by the sharp breath I take in and the way my body arches towards him.
Aiden pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. “Do you trust me, Katie?”
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes.”
“Close your eyes,” he whispers against my lips before pressing a gentle kiss against them. I obey, shutting my eyes tightly and surrendering to the moment.
I feel his lips on my collarbone, between my breasts, and then, with excruciatingly slow tenderness, his tongue circles around my nipple before his mouth closes around it. My entire body jerks in response to the sensation, a moan escaping my lips.
I feel the vibrations from Aiden’s approving groan against my skin, his teeth scraping lightly against my sensitive flesh. As he removes my nipple from his mouth, I hear a wet pop and feel a light breeze caress the damp skin where his lips were just before. It takes me a moment to realise what he’s doing—a moment too long. As soon as I realise Aiden blew a cool stream of air across my wet nipple, he sucks it back into the warmth of his mouth.
“Aiden!” I gasp.
The sudden contrast in temperature intensifies the sensation. My fingers delve into his hair, gripping tightly as his tongue whirls around my nipple. I grind my hips against him, feeling his erection pressing against me.
Aiden’s hands slide from my waist, landing on my arse with a bruising grip.
I release my grip on his hair and move down to his chest,feeling the rise and fall of his breath. My eyes flash open. I don’t want to miss the look on his face when I slide my hand under the waistband of his boxers and feel him throbbing against my palm.
