“Remove the bra,” he orders, meeting my gaze.
This time, I don’t move.
“Last chance, Elsa.” His lips curve into a smirk.
No matter how much I like the sound of my name out of his mouth, I don’t let it sway me.
Instead, I glare at him. Like we’re back to that time where we had glaring battles from afar.
I miss those times.
At least back then, he was simply an arsehole.
Now, he’s an arsehole who knows all the buttons to push in my body.
Aiden reaches to my back and yanks the bra free.
His eyes fill with overwhelming lust. My head turns away. I might not be embarrassed about my body, but the scar is another story.
The scar is my disgrace.
The key to my Pandora’s Box.
Aiden crawls atop of me, supporting himself on his palms and places kisses along my scar. Shock reverberates beneath my skin and tears fill my eyes.
“Stop that!” I don’t like the vulnerability.
Of all people, Aiden doesn’t get to see me bare, both body and soul.
“Too bad you don’t call the shots tonight.” He grins before his mouth goes back to worshipping my scar, his stubble tickling against the skin.
I try to push him. His index and thumb latch around a nipple and squeezes. Hard. I cry out as a zap of intense pleasure and pain pools between my thighs.
Aiden lifts his head with a smirk. “You like that, don’t you?”
I want to shake my head, to tell him to screw off, but my expression must appear dazed.
Aiden pinches my nipple again, and I hiss. Then he massages it, giving me a hazy pleasurable feeling. Before I can fall into it, he pinches again. He does it over and over. Just when I’m falling into the pleasurable feeling, he pinches.
I become delirious and drunk on the ecstasy he wrenches out of me.
He bites the other nipple into his hot mouth. My back arches as he surrounds the hard pebble with his lips and then nibbles slightly. “I love these.” His warm breaths send shivers along my skin. “Don’t you love what I do to them?”
I make some sound I can’t pinpoint.
“Do you want me to bite?”
I’m breathing heavily, my nipples are assaulted and sensitive, but I can’t say no.
I can’t say yes either.
I can’t say anything.
Maybe Aiden is right. Maybe I like him to dominate me.
His eyes darken as if reading my thoughts. He doesn't wait for an answer. He bites, hard.
Pain zips down my spine and a strange sensation tightens the bottom of my stomach. He massages my throbbing nipple with his tongue, and I whimper. He bites again and again.