What the hell is he doing to me?
Aiden doesn’t stop. He continues thrusting with that moderate rhythm that messes with both my body and head.
Another riot starts at the bottom of my stomach, slashing and clawing at its walls.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
I nod, pushing against him for more.
“Then why the fuck are you putting a limit on it?”
My eyes widen as he picks up his pace.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
The earlier rhythm and orgasm were only a deflection method. I should’ve known he’s pissed off. I should’ve known he’d make this a punishment.
His thrusts turn merciless and out of control. I almost topple over the bed with how hard he pounds into me.
While the earlier rhythm made me feel content, this one scratches a darker side inside me.
That side craves the pain Aiden offers.
That side feeds off Aiden’s depravity.
That side scares me.
Wanting him in this unhinged way terrifies the shit out of me.
“Aiden…” I try to coax him. “Slow down.”
His body covers mine from behind. “You don’t get to put a limit on when and how much I get to touch you, then ask me to slow down. You’re well and truly fucked, sweetheart.”
He pulls at my nipple and I’m a goner. It’s like I can’t control my body when he touches me.
I barely come down from the orgasm, panting, and clawing at the sheets for dear life.
Aiden doesn’t stop.
His merciless pace goes on and on and on.
I’m so sensitive
and spent. My nerves endings shiver and beg for this to end.
But if I tell him that, he’ll just do the opposite.
I have one option now.
Using all the strength I have left, I push back, wiggling my arse against his thighs and balls.
If he doesn’t finish any time soon, he’ll go at this all night long.
He hits a sensitive spot inside me. I moan, but I don’t stop wiggling against him.
“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart? Hmm?” He growls.