Still, I jut my chin. “You think I’m bluffing?”
“No. But I figured out your angle.”
“My angle?”
“You want me to rape you so that you can hate me.”
My breathing hitches. Is that what I really wanted?
Nope. He’s not dragging me into another one of his mind games.
“But guess what, sweetheart?” He licks the shell of my ear, causing a shiver to crackle down my spine. “When I fuck you, you’ll only be screaming in pleasure. With every thrust into your pussy, you’ll be chanting my name and begging for more.”
My chest heaves causing my throbbing, sensitive nipples to brush against his hard muscles.
It only makes me more aware of him and his presence. It makes me feel him straight to my bones.
He’s not right.
He can’t be right.
I didn’t say that because I wanted to hate him. I only said that to piss him off.
How the hell did the tables turn on me?
“You know. You should’ve never chosen to be a pawn.” His fingers leave my throat and trail down to my stomach. He hovers on the path leading to my folds.
I suck in a breath and fruitlessly try to get him off me. He pumps his hips against mine, killing my resistance.
He glides his erection up and down my pussy. I clench my thighs, but he slaps them apart and rubs his thumb on my clit agonisingly slow.
My stomach tightens into itself.
A pleasure so harsh and twisted shoots through my veins no matter how much I try to ward it off.
My nails dig into my palms, but I can’t do anything with him pinning me to the wall.
“Aiden… stop,” I grit out.
“Why?” He slides his cock up and down my hypersensitive folds.
Up.
Down.
I’m breathing in unison with his moves. I try to tune myself out, but I can’t. I just can’t stay still when he touches me.
I’m always craving more.
Needing more.
“I hate you, that’s why,” I pant.
“I think you’re lying, sweetheart. I think you don’t hate me, but you hate how much you can’t hate this.” He pushes the tip of his erection at my entrance.
I tense, expecting him to thrust inside, but he goes back to running his cock up and down.
My stomach dips.