“You’re not just a vigilante, Aiden, you’re a…a…”
“A serial killer,” he finishes for me, his voice low and unapologetic. “Your favourite kind of psychopath.”
His words send a chill down my spine, but I can’t deny the rush of adrenaline that comes with knowing he did it all for me. “I don’t know if I should be terrified or turned on.”
His fingers trace my jawline. “You never have to fear me, Katie. I’d never hurt you. But if anyone tries to harm you, they’ll have to deal with me.”
Turned on. Definitely turned on.
I haul him down, fusing his lips with mine. His shaving cream smears against my cheek as he deepens the kiss, his hands pulling me closer. I’ve spent years questioning my sanity; it’s clear that all my past trauma has left more than a few screws loose, but there is absolutely no question that if I don’t feel him inside me right now, I might actually lose my mind.
The taste of shaving cream on my tongue has me pulling away, gasping for air.
“Stay here,” he whispers, his voice husky. “I’ll be rightback.” With a smirk, he disappears into the bathroom to wash away the foam from his partially shaven face.
It takes less than a minute, but it feels like an eternity before he returns, his lips crashing against mine as we fall to the bed, a tangle of limbs.
“Fuck, bug… you’re soaking,” he groans, slipping two fingers inside me with ease. I arch my back in response, moaning against his lips. He sets a rhythm that has me writhing beneath him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure he effortlessly delivers.
Reaching between us, I guide his hand to where I need him most, and he responds with a knowing smirk. “Just a sec,” he murmurs, grabbing a pillow and placing it under my hips. He presses forward, stretching me in the most delicious way.
Aiden leans down, capturing my lips in another passionate kiss. With each thrust, his hands wander across my body, exploring every inch of supple skin. His fingers entwine with mine, drawing closer as he plunges deeper into my core. The sound of slapping skin echoes in the room, punctuated by our heavy breathing and soft moans.
My grip on Aiden tightens, my nails digging into his shoulders, I meet each powerful thrust with equal force. My hips buck wildly beneath him, urging him to go faster, harder. Aiden reads the message loud and clear, picking up the pace without breaking the kiss.
Our bodies move together, caught in an erotic dance fuelled by raw passion and unbridled lust. The room seems to spin around us, lost in a haze of desire and pleasure as we move in perfect harmony.
“Uhhhhh, yes! Harder, pump harder,” I cry out.
“Fuck,” Aiden’s jaw hangs slack, his bright eyes darkeningto a stormy grey. “You’re going to come; I can feel it. Ahh, fuck,” he groans, his hand slamming onto the mattress beside my head, fisting the sheets. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Just like that,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “Jesus, your pussy is so tight, bug. Keep going, baby. Yeah, just like that, fuck me just like that.”
I moan so loudly that I’m sure the neighbours can hear.
His hands slam down on my hips, lifting me against him as he continues to thrust. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come all over me.”
My entire body tenses. I reach my peak, my fingers digging into his back as I finally release. “Oh fuck!”
Aiden bites down hard, his neck veins bulge, and he lets out the most guttural growl of ecstasy I have ever heard. He finds his release with one last push, his hot seed pouring deep within me.
We collapse in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
“Oh my God, bug,” His thumbs brush away the tears that escape my eyes. “You’re fucking stunning.”
Trying to blink away the stars in my vision, I run my fingers through his damp hair. “I can’t believe I cried,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed. I try to hide in his chest, but he’s having none of it.
Aiden pulls back, his eyes soft and warm. He presses a gentle kiss on my forehead, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. “Thank you.”
“For crying?”
“For trusting me enough to finally let your guard down.”
God, I love this man. How can he be so gentle and caring with me and yet so ruthless and sadistic outside of our home? This luminous red flag that, right now, is looking more like apastel pink. He has helped me finally find sexual gratification after years of trauma and fear. I feel safe and loved in his arms, despite the darkness that lurks within him.
Who would have thought that the safest place I’ve ever known was in the arms of a serial killer? But here I am, finding solace and comfort in the arms of a man who could easily take my life without a second thought if he really wanted to.
Because of Aiden, families are missing loved ones, and children are now being forced to navigate life’s treacherous roads without their mother by their side. I should be appalled. I should run. I should be terrified. But I cannot find it in me to care about anything but him. It is intoxicating how he views me with those penetrating eyes and how he holds me close, as if I were the most valuable thing in his entire world.
I don’t see a monster lurking in the depths of his eyes; I see the man who has taken it upon himself to hunt the monsters who hurt me. I see a protector, a saviour—someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to keep me safe. There is no way I’m ever going to be able to walk away from him because he has become my shield, my sanctuary. My everything.
