Page 32 of His Last Will

Aiden uses his tongue and licks up the side of my neck and whispers into my ear, “This is your only warning, little venom.”

He releases me and steps back. His eyes are dark, his wet hair hanging loosely just over his eyes. But I am not satisfied with that. He doesn’t get to be in charge just because Brodie was. I am not going to just submit to him because he says so.

My anger is still bubbling just beneath the surface. And maybe I am feeling a little reckless. Again embracing a feeling other than grief. Something to hold on to that Aiden lets me feel when he is around that I can’t seem to conjure on my own. So whether it’s the anger, anxiety, confusion, or just relief that I am not feeling grief, I surprise us both when I lift my hand and smack him hard enough that his head turns and the sound echoes off the walls between us.

“Go to Hell,” I grit out.

Smirking, he lets out a dark chuckle.

He turns to me, the look on his face predatory and taunting, almost like he was hoping I would test the waters. “Oh, you are in for it now, venom.”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

ARI

Aiden uses his forearm this time to press me up against the lockers, putting enough weight behind it that I can’t easily maneuver my way out of his hold. Reaching for my shorts, he shucks them off me without any care. “Ahhh, nothing underneath.” Dropping his head, he inhales my scent. “Rushed out of the shower and threw some clothes on to come confront me but didn’t bother with panties. Perfect.” Aiden runs his pointer finger down my breasts and over my stomach, but stops right above my hip line.

“I wonder, Ari, did you ignore my warning because you wanted to see if you could make me angry and escape unpunished?”

He hums thoughtfully and responds to himself, “No, that’s not it.”

Aiden lets his finger drop further, pausing at the top of my core.

“Or did you actually want to see what I would do to punish you?”

I can feel the wetness between my legs, so I squirm, hoping to dislodge myself a little. If he notices that I’m wet, he will think the answer is the latter. But moving does not deter him. Instead of just his finger, he uses his entire palm to press me backward and still my motion. “Don’t move.” The threat is clear. If I move, my punishment will be even worse than whatever he already has planned.

Without letting up the pressure, I feel his thumb move down just over my slit and stroke—lightly but enough that I feel my wetness seep out and onto his finger. I cant my hips—once—and let out a soft moan.

Fuck.

When he speaks his next words, his eyes gleam, “Your pussy is begging for my fingers, little venom. But that would be a reward, and this is a punishment.”

Shivering at his words, I watch as he grabs his hockey stick from his open locker next to me. Confusion and wariness spike as he sets the stick between us, letting the top rest against my sternum.

“You don’t get rewarded because you ignored my warning. And using my fingers to pleasure you would be a reward.”

He slides the hockey stick down, the tip dragging along the same path that his finger just took. My eyes widen in shock as I realize his plan. When the butt of the stick hits a low enough angle, Aiden adjusts it so that it sits right on my clit. My thighs quiver at the unfamiliar sensation.

Holding it firmly in place, Aiden warns, “You are not moving until you come from grinding on the tip of my hockey stick.” That’s my only warning before he pushes the stick harder against my clit.

“Aiden, no. I am not going to get off on a goddamn hockey stick.” I try to move, but with the way his forearm is placed on my chest and my current angle, I am rendered immobile.

“Don’t fight me, Ari. You are not moving from this spot until you come. You asked for this.”

Aiden’s deep voice causes me to clench my thighs, and the pressure from the tip sends sparks to my core. I am so horny, but this is humiliating. Using a hockey stick to find my release. This is a new low when it comes to masturbatory devices.

As the seconds pass and the pressure doesn’t let up, I find myself clenching in a rhythmic sensation that is heightening my pleasure. Like my body is trying to pull the stick closer to heighten the feeling.

My cheeks heat and I know I’m blushing bright red because I am not pulling away. I am not fighting this anymore. In fact, my body is trying to increase the pressure on my clit to find its relief.

Aiden groans in approval as he sees me give in to his command. “You filthy girl. You are really going to fuck a hockey stick.” His lips find my neck as he sucks hard, igniting the fire in my body. Working my hips back and forth, I continue to stimulate my clit. Aiden puts more pressure behind his grip, and when I look down, I see him white-knuckling the shaft of the stick. His dick is hard, but he doesn’t release me or the stick to take care of himself. I close my eyes and embrace the situation. The rough wood feels a little softer now as I leak down the stick, but I need more. I grind down on the tip even more, and with a shift of my hips, I see stars.

Yes. Fuck. Yes.

“You enjoying yourself, baby girl?”