Page 93 of Wicked Rogue


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“Fuck, Aidan,” she gasped into the crook of her elbow as she struggled to support herself against the slippery tile.

“I want you to trust me,” I murmured into her flesh, letting the vibrations in my voice quake across her skin.

“I can’t.”

I stood, my fingers gripping her hips as I yanked her back against me. She flinched, and I frowned, eyes casting down. It was then I noticed the vivid bruise on her hip.

“What the fuck, Cait?” I yelled, turning her so I could see the whole thing.

“What?” She looked down, confused. “Oh. That.”

“Yes, that.”

“It was a training accident. It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

“That much? I’m going to fucking kill Jordan.” And I would. Right fucking now. I reached out of the shower to grab a towel. No one left marks on my girl and got away with it.

“Aidan, stop it. It was an accident.” She grabbed my elbow, and pulled me back into the shower. “Right now, I’m this close,” She pinched her fingers together, “to an orgasm, and you want to leave to kill someone?”

She had a point.

“Fine. But Iamgoing to kill him.”

“Fine. Just not right now.” She coaxed me back under the water, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Kiss me.”

“Trust me,” I countered.

“Fuck me.” Her brow crooked, challenging me to deny her.

Alright, she wins.

I spun her in my arms, bending her over again until I could line my cock up with her entrance, groaning as I slid inside.

I wrapped her hair around my fist, dragging her head back so I could growl in her ear. “Trust me.”

“No,” she gasped, but her hips bucked back into mine, sending a shock of pleasure straight up my shaft and into my balls. My knees weakened, but I wouldn’t break. I was in control here.

“Trust me.” I tugged her hair again, this time grazing my teeth lightly over the delicate skin of her throat.

Her body was wound tight like a spring, just moments from completely coming apart. I drove forward, desperate for her submission. “Come on Cait.”

“No.” She fought me, dropping her head against the tiles.

She could fight me all she wanted, but I knew her body. I knew how to break her.

With my free hand, I slid it across her skin and up to her breast, finding the nipple already peaked. I pinched, hard, feeling her response to it through her internal walls. She clamped down, groaning loudly as I tortured her.

Within moments, she was fluttering around me, trying to force back her own release, but I wouldn’t let her.

“Come for me, Clover,” I grated in her ear, and she fell apart on command, her body shaking as I supported her weight. I followed along behind her, whispering my promises against her skin.

I’d make everything right.

I would.

I just needed her vows first.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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