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Fifteen
Aidan
The first momentwe’d met, I’d learned she was a pusher.
She pressurized everything and everyone around her. I knew that. I just never thought she’d be able to do that to me.
But the thought of another guy fucking her, of him getting her pregnant—as much as I wanted the temptation out of the way, I couldn’t stand it.
Whatever the fuck it was between us, something that acted like a massive, supercharged electro-goddamn-magnet, it couldn’t handle her belonging to another.
Icouldn’t allow it. I wouldn’t allow it.
I’d dealt with her hook-ups over the years, frightening them off when I thought they were getting too close after I ran background checks on them, all while I’d hoped she’d find someone better than me.
Instead, she’d confirmed what I already knew—she had shitty taste in men.
But her taunts made the beast inside me snap. The beast who’d pulled at the chains I’d looped around its neck whenever another man had approached her, tore free of the restraints, finally liberated from my desire to keep her safe from this world.
It had one thing in mind—a feral need to claim her.
I knew she felt it because she tensed, but curiously, she didn’t pull away. That would have been smart. The intelligent thing to do, and as clever as she was, I knew she was too curious for her own good. Years of researching my family would have told her that, pre-Oxy, my control was legendary.
She wanted to see it break.
She wanted to be the one to rupture it.
I could read her with an ease that didn’t come to me when I was reading a fucking book.
After the day’s events with barely any sleep, I’d admit that now wasn’t the right moment for her to be taunting me.
Adrenaline was riding me high, and bloodlust flew alongside it.
I hated what happened after I killed a man. I hated it because it was like a sickness in my blood, as addictive as fucking Oxy.
I felt like my da at those moments, felt as crazed as him, and that was good for no one. If I shared that same sickness...
God.
Just the thought made me want to push her away, but that image came to me again and the beast snapped its jaws in fury. I’d started it, I knew that, but she’d perpetuated it.
The thought of her round with child.
Another man’s fucking child.
No.
Just no.
A snarl escaped me as I dropped my head, bowing it until our mouths were a hair’s breadth from one another’s. I could no more hide this from her than I could hide the boner I knew was pushing into her stomach.
"Last night’s intruder... would you like to know his name?"
She tensed, her head rearing back with surprise. "W-What?"
"Would you like to know his name?" I taunted, even though I’d never tell her. Would never sully her that way. But I wanted her distracted. Wanted her scared. The beast wouldn’t let her go, but if she was scared, she might run, and that was the only way I could save her from me.
The beast would never hurt her.
