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“We grow in the things we focus on. Love, loathing, need…” His voice is thick as his middle finger slowly circles my swollen, aching clit through my soaked panties. I’ve never been spoken to like this before. Everything is heightened, and it feels like I’m wearing nothing at all under his touch.
I bite my bottom lip so hard to keep from whimpering that I taste my own blood.
His finger never stops sweeping my clit, and although he’s barely touching me, I’m on fire. My pussy tightens as he parts my legs farther with his heavy boot, and heat rushes through me.
“You aren’t quitting,” he repeats confidently. I hear him, but I’m spiraling. I feel like I have no control over my own body as the heat intensifies and coils. Pleasure. Pure, overwhelming pleasure takes over as I relax and rock my hips forward to meet him, holding in my moans with everything in me.
“Make no mistake, my little goddess… That which you loathe, you end up weaving into the very fabric of your soul…until you can’t loathe it any longer. You begin to crave it.”
I grab onto his strong arms, and my lips open on a soundless cry. What he’s doing is such an assertion of power, and it’s so humiliating to have my body beg for him like this.
“Soon, very soon, you’ll crave me.”
The coil of heat suddenly explodes within me, and a wave of pleasure hits me so relentlessly that I come apart against his fingers. I’m free-falling as I let out a moan I can’t contain, breathlessly trying to keep my composure as a tear slides down my cheek. I open my eyes for a sliver of a moment to find his devoid of emotion. He’s pure ice, studying me intently while I come for him.
“Just as I thought,” he muses, and just like that, the lust fades and I’m right back to hating what happens to my convictions when he touches me.
Aiden pushes away from the wall, biting his lower lip as he drinks me in, a total mess for him. It makes me want to both stab him and beg him for more. Hate mixed with a desire I can’t make sense of.
“I knew that dress would look fucking incredible on you. It was even prettier watching you come for me in it.”
And then he’s gone through the door to the club, leaving me wanting and confused after the first orgasm I’ve ever had at the hands of a man.
Staring up at the sky, all I have is guilt and shame for letting him touch me. Who have I become, and where does my judgment go the moment Aiden Foxx touches me?
Chapter 17
Aiden
My grip around my solid cock deepens as I fist myself in quick, steady pulls in my shower. All I can see is the fire in Mia’s eyes as she watched me punish Ricky in the alley, her gorgeous curves, and the want that reflects back at me every time she looks up at me through her long dark lashes.
It’s been three days since I’ve seen her, and every single one of them has ended just like this.
My hand tightens around my cock as I imagine those pouty lips coated in a deep red, leaving a crimson ring around my dick as I bottom out at the back of her throat. Or the way her ass would look as I grip it tight, watching my cock fuck into her sweet soaking cunt over and over. She’s crying my name, “Aiden,” begging for more. Turning over that resolve she clings to, pleading, “Aiden, please… Fill me.”
My eyes slam shut. Wrath and a deep lust surge in my loins. I don’twantto fucking want her, and being unable to control myself is unheard of.
“Fucking little goddess…” I brace my free hand against the shower wall as I give a final jerk and come hard, spilling onto the tiled shower floor.
I take a settling breath, and when I open my eyes, I’m even more aggravated by the realization of how well and truly fucked I am. This goddamn woman has spellbound me.
* * *
The sun is setting low as I step out the back door onto my deck. I shove my phone into my pocket, ready to head to Lavish for the first time in three days. Swirling a shot of whiskey in my glass, I swallow it, allowing myself to take in the space for just a few moments.
There’s no sound out here but nature. My home is removed and rural, sitting right between two towns on the Wilmington River, and it’s the only place in the world I can truly relax. I’m a firm believer in not shitting where you eat, so even though all my business is done in Lakeside and Savannah, this twelve-acre plot of land right on the water is thirty minutes away from it all.
The river is like glass, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky as I breathe deeply for the first time in almost a week. After days of negotiating how we’re going to find the weapons we’re short with the Titans and the Wretched Souls, I’m fucking exhausted.
I wasn’t planning to go to these meetings up north at Hilton Head with Dagger and Antonio Leonelli, the head of Boston’s Leonelli crime family. Both of them are pricks, but Leonelli buys our guns and likes Dagger for some fucked-up reason. I was just going to send Archer, Stone, and Raef, but after the other night, I knew I needed a few days to clear my head.
I’ve never been that close to killing a man in defense of a woman before. If he had hitanyother woman, I would have been satisfied with just breaking both of his hands, but this was different. It took everything in my being not to split his skull wide open right there on the road just forlookingat Mia.
Beating the shit out of a heavy bag when I got home and fisting my cock in the shower were the only things that untangled and slightly calmed my rage. I wasn’t just angry at Ricky for hurting her. I was angry with myself for wanting her. She’s a fucking distraction, which, I’m pretty sure, is exactly why she was planted here. I’m more convinced than ever she’s a spy for Angus Ramsey or someone else who wants a piece of my business.
I should be planning to torture her for information, so there’s no logical explanation as to why I thought about this woman the entire time I was gone. No reason why I logged into Lavish’s security cameras just to make sure she was safe, to see what she was wearing, how she moved. All the while remembering the sweet fucking way her skin tasted, and how her eyes heated as she came right through her fucking panties in the alley.
There’s also no logical explanation as to why I went back to my room and fisted my cock every night with the vision of that little blond goddess’s needy eyes looking up at me while I fucked her throat.
