Page 98 of Ravage
He snarls and reaches for me, but I dive to the ground and crawl away from him. I grab my shoe from the ground to chuck back at him.
Aiden curses, but it distracts him for hardly a second before he flips me onto my back. I throw my hands and legs at him, hitting and clawing at him in my struggle. He swears again when I knee him in his thigh, just shy of my intended target. His legs pin mine down and then he wrangles my wrists over my head in one hand.
“Just tell me and I’ll let you go. I need to know.”
“Why? So you can sleep better at night?” I spit out at him. “I don’t owe you any-fucking-thing, Aiden. You want to see all the scars I’ve got? You want to make sure I’ve been punished enough for what I’ve done? Because I promise you, I have. Does that make you feel better?”
Tears leak down the sides of my face to the floor as the pain and memories I’d tried to hold back start hammering their way back out. My lungs tighten until I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m going to be swallowed whole by the darkness creeping back into my mind and waiting to consume me.
My eyes squeeze shut. I can’t see him looking at me anymore. I can’t let him see all of my broken pieces as I begin to shatter.
Warm breath fans across my face, and I angle toward it instinctively. Lips touch mine, and time comes to a standstill.
The kiss is soft, almost comforting, before his lips coax mine apart. My body tingles and heats with every slow and deliberate stroke of his tongue. It’s like he’s breathing life back into me, and the darkness recedes from my mind.
I return his kiss with greater fervor, seeking to banish the thoughts that will drown me until I’m only heat and desire. I barely graze against him, and he snaps free of the kiss.
Aiden releases me and stands, leaving me bereft and angry. His hand rubs across his mouth as he stares at me in shock. “I shouldn’t have—” he starts as I push back to my feet and wobble a little. Then I slap him.
He scowls and grabs the back of my neck to yank me against him. Our lips smash together in hate or passion, I can’t tell, because now we’re scrambling at each other with bruising grips and scraping claws. I’m desperate to feel his skin against mine and tear his shirt wide, the buttons snapping and popping and falling to the floor while my hands are busy running up and down his chiseled abs and chest.
His hand in my hair tightens hard enough to bring fresh tears to my eyes, and I dig my nails into his chest in return.
He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist without hesitation as I grind against him and push deeper into our kiss. There’s nothing soft or nice about it. We’re a clash of teeth and tongues and a battle of wills as we each fight to consume the other first. My hands scrape at his back and slide through his hair like I have to mark and touch every inch of him.
We swing around the room, and he crashes me back into a mirror on the wall that shatters. My dress blocks most of the damage, but shallow cuts nick my upper back, and I groan into his mouth as the bit of pain mixes with pleasure.
There’s no more room in me for anything but, and I’d happily drown in this feeling every night rather than where I’d been about to go.
We’re moving again, this time to the small table against the wall like he means to sit me on it, and the knick-knacks that Elias had on there for aesthetic are swept aside and shatter on the ground. My ankles lock behind him as he leans forward, crowding me against the wall and table. I rub my hungry pussy against him.
My fingers scramble for the button on his pants. Our kiss breaks and it’s like a spell is broken and the realization of what he’s doing kicks in. Frustration swells in my chest when he steps back and shakes his head.
I drop my legs back to the ground and throw my entire body into shoving at him. “That’s right. Leave. I hate you anyway. I’ll just go find someone else downstairs who can actually give me what I need.”
His face darkens, likely with the same hate he has for me. Aiden stalks forward and then we’re kissing again. I’m confused as fuck, but not totally complaining, as we’re thrown back into a kissing frenzy that has us moving to the bedroom. He lifts me up and carries me over to the bed, then covers me with his body.
He grabs my hands and locks them above me and my body arches and curls up against his.
Something cool and hard slithers around my wrist and I pull away from it. The jingle of a chain answers, and my eyes snap open.
Aiden smirks above me and slides off the side of the bed. “I’ve left your one arm free if you need to finish before going to sleep. But the only one getting you off tonight is yourself.”
I look up and find one of my wrists handcuffed to the bed. Except it’s no ordinary handcuff, because it’s chained directly into the bed. Like it’s a part of the bed.
Because that’s exactly what it was before Aiden created a handcuff from the metal frame.
“You fucking bastard!” I snarl at him, and his smirk widens.
“Have a good night and we’ll chat some other time when you aren’t drowning in alcohol.” He walks over to the bedroom door, and I snatch the lamp on the bedside table and chuck it at him.
He laughs and closes the door in time for it to smash against it.
A knocking noise rouses me from sleep, and I groan, hoping it’ll go away. “Knock, knock!” a soft voice sings through my bedroom door.
The door opens, and I open my eyes as Portia pokes her head through.
“If there’s a guy in here, cover up because I’m coming in for my Rae Rae!” she calls out. Then she gasps and rushes over to the head of the bed. “What happened to your bed?” Her eyes widen and she looks at me in awe. “Was it that good?”
