“You dolled up tonight.”
His words are razor-sharp, meant to cut.
I knew his caveman side wouldn’t like that and I did it on purpose.
Because the best way to win against Aiden is to play his games. I thought I was above them before, but that only kept me as a pawn that he can use and kill off whichever way he chooses to.
Steel blood runs in my veins. I wasn’t born to be trampled on.
My brows furrow. Where did that thought come from?
While I’m lost in my mind, Aiden traces a finger over my breasts and down my belly. He’s not teasing. No. His touch is downright sinister.
“What were you trying to prove, sweetheart?”
Obviously, he’s not expecting an answer since he keeps his hand firmly locked over my mouth.
It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to hear my voice.
My nails dig into my palms the lower his hand travels. My lungs burn, and I realise it’s because I’ve been holding my breath.
Without a warning, Aiden yanks my dress up my waist and thrusts a harsh hand between my legs.
I close my thighs together, but he slaps them apart, making me whimper.
“Did you dress up for him, hmm?”
I meet his stare in the dark with my own. He’s a shadow and it’d be a lie if I said he doesn’t scare me, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting him walk all over me.
Strength would never work with him, but I have another weapon.
I slowly nod. Several times. He didn’t ask that question to get an answer, but I’m giving it to him, anyway.
Yes, I dressed up for him.
I never dolled up for Aiden, but I dolled up for Knox.
It’s a fuck you to Aiden.
He can force me.
He can show me his worse, but he can’t control my feelings.
Or at least the feelings I show.
Because deep down, that damned part that got me into this whole freaking mess still yearns for his touch.
For his wild possessiveness.
For his uncontrollable madness.
His fingers tighten around my sex.
I wince, trying my hardest not to fall for the sensation.
Not to fall for his dark deep hole.
Because the thing about Aiden?