his mercy — or the lack thereof.
The moment he slaps my clit, I scream.
I don’t even know what’s come over me. I don’t know how in the ever-loving hell he made me come this fast.
The waves roll over me and I scream louder. Then, I recall we’re in school, and anyone could hear me. That’s supposed to kill the orgasm, but it’s the exact opposite.
A different type of wave slams into me. I bite my lower lip to contain the shriek.
Just like that time in my room, I’m about to die with self-mortification. I want to dig a grave and just bury myself alive.
Aiden continues pumping his cock up and down. His muscles turn rigid. I can’t help watching as his handsome features contort and he grunts. I feel his cum coating the inside of my thighs, and I close my eyes.
Not out of mortification. No.
It’s because the sensation is about to throw me over the edge again.
He releases my hands, letting them fall on either side of me. It takes everything in me not to wrap them around my midsection.
“There,” he whispers before biting down on my ear. “Good girl.”
“I hate you,” I murmur. “I hate you.”
“If you say that one more time, I’m going to fuck you in a more public place. I’ll make the entire world see how much you hate me while you’re bouncing on my cock and screaming my fucking name.”
My eyes fly open and I gasp through the sob. I know, I just know that Aiden’s threats aren’t empty ones.
The crazy psycho would do it.
“Now.” He drops a quick kiss on my mouth before he nibbles on my bottom lip with his teeth.
I stop breathing, expecting him to draw blood.
He’s not that vindictive, right?
Scratch that. He is.
Shit. I really should’ve thought of that before drawing his blood. Not once, but twice.
“Are you going to be mine?”
I want to cry.
God. I want to cry and smash his head to the ground at the same time.
For a few seconds, I remain silent, glaring up at him.
He tilts his head to the side, a slight smirk tilting his lips. The cut only makes it appear more monstrous. “The only way to stop me from going near Queens is if you’re mine.”
Screw him.
Screw the fucking bastard and his mind games.
And screw that bitch queen.
“I ha—” I cut off when I notice the gleaming look in his eyes.
“Go on,” he challenges. “Say it.”
I clamp my lips shut.
He releases my hands and pulls at my cheek. “See. You can be adorable.”
I swat his hand away.
“Hmm. And here I was contemplating telling you what you want to know.”
I blink through the water. “What I want to know?”
“The story behind what you heard from Jonathan and Queens’ conversation.”
My heartbeat escalates. He’s willing to tell me that?
Aside from Aunt and Uncle, Aiden is the only one who can shine a light on my past.
He said it before, didn’t he? That he knows a lot more than I think I do.
This is my golden opportunity.
Wait.
Aiden is a fucking psycho and he’s probably playing a mind game.
“What do I have to do in return?” I ask.
“You’re learning.” He smiles, and it’s more proud rather than sadistic. “You should’ve done this from the beginning, you know.”
“As if you’d tell me.”
“I would’ve. For the right price.” He strokes my bottom lip and for some reason, it feels intimate. Too intimate, it’s scary.
I step back from his touch. The tenderness in his eyes is creeping me out. What is that supposed to mean? Another mindfuck?
Don’t you dare fall for it, Elsa. Don’t you fucking dare.
I need to deal with this opportunity logically.
I stare up at him. “What’s the price?”
“Not so fast.” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him as he shuts off the water. “First, you have to pay.”
14
Elsa
When Aiden said he’ll make me pay, I didn’t know what the hell he meant.
I had to fight him off so I could dry myself and wear my clothes.
He sits on the bench, elbows resting on his thighs and fingers interlacing at his chin. He watches me with darkened heat as if I’m putting on an erotic show for him.
Oh, and he’s doing that while stark naked.
I couldn’t escape his gaze even if I wanted to. It penetrates my skin and flows into my blood.
It takes everything in me not to watch him.
My cheeks heat.
The fact that he watches me as I change my clothes is a different level of intimacy. For Aiden, it seems as