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I feel a twinge of sympathy for him, but it’s quickly followed by a wave of anger. Why does he think that information would change anything? I don’t want him anymore.
“It doesn’t change anything, Aiden.” My words are firm but my face is kind.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, suddenly shifting tack. I frown but before I can formulate a response he’s continuing. “How does he feel knowing that his girlfriend’s a whore? I’m assuming he does know what you do for a living?”
I stand up, my hand on my stomach to ward off the sudden nausea that’s assailed me.
“I’m not a whore. I’m a fucking barmaid.”
“You are to me,” he says simply, getting to his feet and stepping towards me with alarming calmness. “You always were and you always will be.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, turning away. I’m not going to listen to another word.
“No,” he says, grabbing my arm and turning me back to face him. “Fuck you.”
He yanks down my dress, revealing my breasts to him. I slap at his hands and try to cover up but he grabs my wrists and pins them together in one of his hands.
“Not a whore but you’re not wearing a bra?” he scoffs. “Or are you still using that old excuse that you can’t afford one?”
His fingers trace a line from my collarbone to my nipple, which he pinches hard.
I gasp at the bite of pain but it feels nothing like when Don did it.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“Aiden, let go of me.”
“I’m not going to let you go,” he says, grinding his erection into my thigh, making me gag. “I’m not going to let you leave. You were always mine.”
“Fuck you.” My breath is coming in short pants. Now is not the time for a panic attack. My body and brain have other ideas though.
“That’s the idea,” he says with a deadly smirk.
“Aiden, you don’t want to do this. You should just go home.”
“Fuck you, trying to tell me what I do and don’t want. I want this, and so do you,” he mutters, his gaze intense. “Take off your dress.”
I don’t respond and he squeezes my nipple harder, his nails biting into the soft flesh making me whimper.
“Take it off or I’ll fucking rip it off.”
Left with no choice, I unzip the dress slowly and let it drop to the floor, standing in front of him in nothing but my heels. My underwear had to come off after being sprawled across Dash’s lap. I regret it now. It’s been a long time since I felt this vulnerable.
But Aiden is not Royce. He’s not going to hurt me. He might not be able to keep his hands to himself but he won’t hurt me.
I don’t move, watching and waiting to see what he’s going to do next, but Aiden grabs my wrist and hurls me towards the mattress. I’m not prepared for the sudden movement and my head smacks against the post of the bed. There’s an explosion of pain as I see stars, but mostly I’m annoyed with him.
“Aiden, ow, stop,” I complain as he drags me further onto the bed and holds me down.
“Come on, Gracie. We could have so much fun together. I thought you were Little Miss Priss, but now I know you’re a freak, it changes things.”
“I’m not a freak,” I breathe. “I won’t let you treat me like this.”
He kneels on the bed, pinning me under him, his hand on my throat. Not hard enough to cut off my air but hard enough to make me realise that he means business.
“Maybe not yet,” he says, his voice raw. “But you will be.”
His hand is rough as he runs it over my naked body. The sound of my blood rushes in my ears, but I can still hear Aiden’s breathing.
