intrusiveness forces a yelp out of me.
His eyes are on the road, but he still wreaks havoc in me.
“Do you want me to finger you, sweetheart?”
I don’t reply.
“I can hit that spot that drives you crazy and make you scream for the entire road to hear.”
“Stop, damn it!” I groan, my face heating with exertion.
His dirty words have always been the death of me.
“Hmm. You should know that the more you say that…” He plunges two fingers inside me in one go. “The harder I will push.”
I cry out, almost toppling over in my seat.
Oh. God.
I don’t know if it’s the position or the way he thrust into me. A wave comes so close, it’s impossible to fight its intensity.
“I missed your tight pussy, sweetheart.” He pounds into me, hitting that hypersensitive spot over and over again.
How the hell does he know my body more than I do?
“See, your pussy knows it belongs to me.” He keeps his eyes on the road as he works me towards the edge of a high cliff.
“Your pussy knows that no one else will give it what I do, but you keep fighting it.”
He presses his thumb against my clit. I gasp and clutch the seatbelt for balance.
I’m close. I’m so, so close, I can taste it in the air.
“Oh… Aiden… oh, please.”
“Hmm. Do you want me to let you come, Elsa?”
I hate myself instantly as I nod. He’s had me under his spell whether I like to admit it or not.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have pissed me off, huh?”
Before I can make meaning of his words, he withdraws his hand, leaving me empty and aching.
I stare at him with widened eyes.
Did the arsehole just abandon me on the verge of an orgasm?
“I told you.” He sucks his fingers — the same fingers that were just inside me — into his mouth. “Payment first.”
15
Elsa
I’m so frustrated and angry that I don’t pay attention to where we’re going.
Yes, I want him to tell me everything. Yes, the dickhead knows my body more than anyone should.
But is that an excuse for my strong reaction to him?
I’m supposed to push him away not pull him in, damn it.
I only come out of my stupor when the car slows to halt in the middle of nowhere.
And I mean the middle of freaking nowhere.
My limbs stiffen.
This isn’t the King’s mansion or somewhere in civilisation.
No.
The place appears deserted without any houses or people in sight. The only sign of human intervention is a dirt road that we must’ve taken to get here.
Countless pine trees stand in the distance, nearly colliding with the cloudy sky.
The only building in sight is a cottage-like house with a wooden structure and a small garden at the front.
My shoulder blades stiffen and I frantically watch my surroundings as if I’m searching for help.
And maybe I do need help.
Why the hell would Aiden bring me here if he didn’t plan to hurt me in some way?
He steps out and closes the door. I flinch at the sound.
What the hell is wrong with me? If Aiden saw that, he would’ve used it against me.
When I don’t get out of the car, he rounds to my side and opens the door. His forearm rests on the hood of the Ferrari as he peers down at me like I’m a wonder.
From this angle, he’s so otherworldly, it’s unfair.
“Are you planning to stay there all day?” he asks.
“No way in hell am I leaving this car.”
His poker face is on as he speaks in a detached tone, “Don’t worry. I don’t bury them here.”
My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets as I gawk up at him.
He bursts into laughter, the sound echoing around us like an instrument.
A dark as hell instrument.
But for some reason, I’m caught in that laughter.
In the ease behind it.
In the honesty of it.
Aiden rarely laughs, and when he does, it’s usually a part of his mask. But right now? He appears genuinely happy. Something swells at the thought that I’m the reason behind it.
“Jesus.” He pulls at my cheek. “You should see your adorable face.”
I swat his hand away, trying to feign offence. “That’s not funny.”
“It isn’t. But you are.” He motions to the house-cottage. “Come on.”
I shake my head. “We can talk in here.”
I don’t get a warning.
One second I’m sitting in the car and the next, Aiden is releasing the seatbelt and pulling me out. He places an arm under my legs, the other at my back, and effortlessly throws me over his