“Strongwords. A goddess who fights, just as I thought.” He kisses my throat, just once, and I quiver, rocking into him involuntarily. “Mmm… But look how sweetly yourbodybegs.”
The scruff of his jaw and the feel of his lips meeting my sensitive skin cause a throbbing heat to pulse wildly downward to my core. “And fuck me if I can’t resist it.”
I feel everything… His words against my skin, the unbearably hot air of the sticky, humid night, the fabric of my dress teasing my pebbled nipples, his massive cock as it presses against me, and the pulsing ache of my clit. Everything about him draws me in when it shouldn’t, even the scent of smoke from his leather cut.A fucking Disciple’s cut.
“You aren’t quitting.” His gravel voice is a whisper. My own breath is a shallow panting as my eyes flutter closed. I’m in over my head, and contrary to this facade I’m putting on, I’m not Mia Crawford, the girl in this alley with no ties to this man’s rival club.
I’mEmilia Tyler, the girl who ditched her sister to go to a frat party and make out with some stupid boy. I’m from a family of Hounds.
“I’m not?” I challenge, struggling with every bit of strength I have as this ruthless outlaw presses his hard body against me. I fight because right now, all Iwantis to be the girl from nowhere who lets herself give in to this Viking god as he touches her. As he offers her a kind of pleasure she’s never known. Right now, just beingMiaseems so much easier.
“No. You’regoingto start doing what you’re fucking told.”
His lips slide down my neck, and my eyes roll back. Hischest rumbles against mine as he lets out a low growl when he reaches my collarbone. Taking a deep inhale, Aiden runs his nose back up my throat, as if memorizing my scent.
Visions of him hiking my dress up, my legs wrapped around his waist, his body against mine, overcome me. I imagine my back scraping against the brick while he fucks me. Thoughts of the fantasy men I’ve only ever dreamed about now have a face,hisface.
I rememberwhyI’m here in the first place, and it isn’t to have him touch me in some back fucking alley. “Get your fucking hands off me,” I say breathlessly into his ear.
I feel Aiden smirk into my neck.
“I’m not the one holding you, Mia.” I look down and realize he’s right. I’m holdinghim. His hands circle my waist now, but lazily, with no force. It’s me who’s gripping desperately to his cut, holding him close, as close as I possibly can.
“I fucking hate you,” I tell him, letting him go with a small shove.
“You don’t hate me, Mia. In fact, I bet your tight little cunt is soaked for me right now.” He grazes my waist through my dress with his thumb. “You can’t resist me any more than I can you. I bet you were fucking aching as you watched me, weren’t you?”
“No,” I lie, as he braces his hands against the wall on either side of me, caging me in.
“You’re a bad liar, Mia. Maybe Ishouldpunish you, hmm? Tie you up exactly how I want, so your throat, your cunt, and that perfect fucking ass are all available for me to fuck until my cum is dripping out of every hole you have.”
Oh God.
“But then again, something tells me you’d want that too,wouldn’t you?” His voice is a deep rasp. “Something tells me you’d want a man to violate youjustlike that.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I lie, just to piss him off. I have no idea why I do it, other than I don’t want him to think I’m some inexperienced virgin that he can scare with his words.
His eyebrow arches in surprise. “When I hurt Ricky, you weren’t even sorry.”
“No,” I confirm. “He got what he deserved.” I stay calm even though my heart is pounding and my pulse is racing.
“And you weren’t afraid of me,” he states as his fingers glide over my ponytail.
“No,” I repeat, and that much is true. Other things, yes. But afraid, no.
Aiden’s gaze drops to my lips.
I lick them, and his eyes darken.
“Instead, you wondered what it would feel like if my tongue met you here.” His knuckle ghosts my bottom lip before he slides it down, over the scar on my chin, to my neck, past my collarbone, like he’s moving in slow motion, until it skates over the hardened peak of my nipple. “Or here…”
He softly tugs on my ponytail, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. My breathing speeds up and fury consumes me, not because what he’s saying isn’t true, but because itis.
I’m powerless to stop it as he slides just his middle finger down my body, past my belly, and then presses through my dress directly on the place I want him most.
“Especially here.” Aiden moves like he knows my body better than I do.
I keep my eyes on him, tears threatening as I fight the anger and lust that are surging together, and then everything becomesblurry. My dress creeps up my thighs as he presses his cock harder against me, and my legs almost give out.
