Page 57 of Bitter Lies

Not now. Aiden’s attention is fixed there.

It’s a broken compass. Only north and east remain, the rest fractured beyond repair. It’s symbolic of my childhood being a broken mess after my parents made some shitty choices.

Don’t get me wrong, I had a wonderful life, thanks to my brothers and sister. Still, there’s a hollow ache buried deep in my soul, a relentless reminder of everything that’s missing. The what-ifs never fade. Neither do they.

His finger glides over the ink before he cups my breast, his thumb resting on the broken half. When his eyes lift to mine, something flickers in them. It’s new, something that feels a little too close to understanding.

He doesn’t know my story. Not all of it. What he does know, only touches the surface.

“I’d like you to tell me more about this one day.” His thumb, rough and calloused, brushes against my nipple, sending a wave of heat across my skin. “Have you ever had these clamped?”

“My nipples?” I shiver at the thought. “No.”

With a nervous bite to my lip, I confess something I’ve entertained but never had the nerve to act on. “I’ve thought about piercing them. A friend of mine did, and she swears it makes them so much more sensitive.”

Bending down, he carefully lifts one with care and takes it into his mouth. The warmth against my nipple has me closing my eyes. Leaving me unprepared when he bites, then tugs hard.

Wincing, I shove him back, but his solid bite on my nipple only tightens, sending a fresh wave of pain. “Fuck. Ouch.”

Releasing it from his teeth, he runs his tongue over the tender spot he created. “Relax and let me show you how good that can feel.”

I nod, reluctantly, unsure it will feel better after having that reaction. Of course, I’m mistaken. He does it again, and this time I’m prepared and don’t flinch or shove him off me. I let him suck, bite, and tug, all while he massages the other one.

My knickers have become uncomfortable with how damp they are.

Just as I’m about to come, he stops and steps away, leaving me in a desperate state of arousal. “Hey.”

A smirk plays on his lips as he steps into the shower and turns it on. The steady rush of water fills the room. “That was just a warmup. There’s plenty more to come.”

And right before my eyes, the man strips.

I unabashedly watch the show.

My other lovers couldn’t hold a candle to him. They had nice bodies, don’t get me wrong. The last one even had a nice six-pack.

But Aiden’s body is a work of art. One I could take my time with, studying every inch without ever getting bored.

His sharp jawline is shadowed with stubble, and when he smiles, those deep lines soften into playful dimples. When he doesn’t, they add a harder edge to his already handsome face.

My gaze drifts lower, catching on the defined ridge of his Adam’s apple, drawing attention to the corded muscles of his neck. Broad shoulders built to carry me. Arms perfectly sculpted, making my mouth water. Not too big, but strong. If he hit something, he’d destroy it.

His chest is smooth, solid muscle beneath my touch. Defined without looking unnatural. A flawless six-pack. It highlights what I like to call his makes women stupid V, leading my eyes to the promised land.

Holy cock-amole!

Stroking himself with one hand, he motions for me to join him with the other.

My eyes never leave the beast he’s pumping life into. It’s long and thick—so damn thick. As the veins fill, they stretch the skin, smoothing it out. It’s the perfect addition to the man who I know is about to do wickedly beautiful things to me.

Shedding the rest of my clothes, I drop to my knees in front of him. Peering up, I rise just enough and open my mouth, offering it to him. It’s my turn to repay him for how he made me feel.

Accepting my silent invitation, he closes in. The tip of his cock tracing the outline of my lower lip. The warmth thrills me as he pushes it past my lips, exploring the inside of my mouth.

A moan slips from me as his hand tangles in my hair, wrapping it around his fist. He uses it to guide me up and down his length, setting the rhythm.

I’ve never given a man this much control while pleasuring him. I’ve always dictated the pace. Decided how much I took, how far, and when it ended.

With Aiden, it’s different.