Page 80 of Brutal Truths

Drake loves watching. It’s what he does when allowed to play at Soulcombe. He’ll never get the privilege of seeing this beautiful woman turn to putty in my hands. He’s lucky I didn’t order Bear to rip his dick off when I caught the way he was watching us.

“Aiden!” Even when said in frustration, my name on her lips gets me hard.

Which explains why I smack her arse.

“Put me down, Aiden.”

One step away from the door is when Trent’s voice stops me. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

With Isabel still posed on my shoulder, I turn to face him. “I believe that’s obvious.”

Our eyes lock.

A silent war is fought in our stare-down. Neither of us blinks.

After several drawn out seconds, he speaks like he’s in charge. “I think that can wait.”

“It can’t.” I spin around, head out the door, barking orders as I go.

“Lane, uncuff Trent. Wylan, maybe offer him a piece of that lemon tart you made the other day. When we’re done, I’ll come find you. Don’t bother us unless you want to get shot.”

“Did you really just talk to him like that?” I feel her lift her head and look behind me. “He doesn’t look happy.”

“Don’t care. He can wait.” I smack her arse again and get rewarded with a giggle.

“Aiden. You can’t be serious.”

“I never joke about fucking.”

“Aiden!” She tries to sound serious, even though she’s upside down with my hand caressing her arse. “Put me down!”

Her fists pound against my back. The sharp sting makes me suck in air. But I refuse to let her know why.

I manage to turn it into a low growl, a desperate attempt to distract her. “No. Now, stop. Or I’ll spank you again, and this time I won’t hold back.”

“No, you won’t.” The shiver that takes over her body doesn’t lie. “This is not the time to play games, Aiden.”

I just keep moving.

When we reach my assigned bedroom, a few doors away from hers, I step inside and kick the door closed, the frame rattling hard enough to echo.

My body is on fire. It’s not just her—it’s everything. The rage inside needs an outlet. I should turn around, walk out of here, yank Drake off the floor and beat the shit out of him. But I don’t. She wouldn’t allow that.

Which leaves me with one option.

I need to fuck and I need to fuck hard.

In one swift motion, I toss her onto the bed. She hits the mattress with a sharp intake of breath, and I pause just long enough to make sure she’s not in pain.

Goddammit. Her injuries. I almost forgot.

Our eyes lock, and I see it. The challenge. No fear. She knows I’d never hurt her. It’s a dare.

She trusts me.

That’s all I need to see to keep going.

My need for control is strong. It’s who I am, more so right now. I intend to push her, test her limits. There will be no time for her to think, only feel.