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“I am.” I peek at him through my eyelashes. “Is this what you want to do?”
“What I want to do is tie you to my bed and fuck you until you can no longer move. What I want to do is feast on your pussy instead of food and fill you with my cum.”
The explicit images assault my mind and core. I feign anger. “Aiden!”
“You asked.” He clutches my hand and interlaces our fingers together. “What I want can wait until you find out what you need.”
A smile tugs on my lips. He can be so dreamy sometimes — the keyword being sometimes. It’s rare as hell.
“Let’s take a detour.” He tugs me behind him as he tiptoes towards the back entrance.
“Why can’t we use the front entrance? This is my house after all,” I whisper, somehow sensing we need to keep quiet.
“Your father’s people will be at the door and immediately notify him of our arrival.”
That must be why he parked the car far away from the property’s gate.
“Why shouldn’t Dad know we’re here?”
He grins. “I’m kidnapping you, remember?”
“That’s not the only reason, is it?”
“We can’t be interrupted.” His gaze roams the back entrance before he pushes the ajar door open.
We slip through the storage room. No one is here. Agnus mentioned that since we don’t live in Birmingham for the moment, most of the staff was transferred to London.
However, there are a few security men and a housekeeper.
I pull on Aiden’s hand. He throws a glance over his shoulder in question.
“We shouldn’t go through the kitchen. The housekeeper and her husband will be there.” I tug him in the opposite direction. “Follow me, there’s a secret path.”
Aiden doesn’t protest as I guide him through a tight hallway leading straight to the eastern tower.
I don’t hesitate as I take the twists and turns. I’ve been here countless times before.
Due to the absence of windows, the only light coming through is from the tower’s opening. The walls are renovated, but they emanate the same darkness as before.
Wait.
I’ve taken this path from the storage room to the basement every day. I can imagine a little girl with pale skin and hair, walking through these tight, long halls alone at night, carrying a flashlight and struggling to drag a heavy bag.
“This is how I came to find you every night,” I whisper.
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His lips twitch into a small smile. “I figured. Told you, Child Elsa was hardcore.”
“It used to be scary back then, all dark and silent,” I blurt. “I always sang to myself so I wouldn’t get captured by monsters.”
“Did it help?”
“No. The fact that I’d find you at the end of the tunnel is what kept me going.” I glance at him over my shoulder. “You kept me going.”
“You kept me going, too.” The smile still lifts his lips, but there’s no joy behind it. If anything, he appears a bit sad.
We arrive at an intersection. I take the right one without thoughts. After a few more minutes of walking, we stop in front of a metal door. It’s fingerprint protected.
