“Remembering how I fucked your face?” he asks pumping his length.
“No.” I swallow against the lump of raw arousal in my throat.
“Liar.” He rises to his feet but continues to stare down at me. “Get up and go in the bed.”
“No.” I’m not getting in that bed with him naked like that. “If I’m to stay here, I’m sleeping on the floor.”
“Fucking get in the bed or I’ll bend you over my knee and spank your pussy until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
My mouth falls open and my head spins.
He’s serious.
Of course, he’s serious.
There’s no trace of humor on his face.
He’d do it.
Since I really don’t want him to, I stand and make my way on to the bed.
I slide under the sheets and turn on my side with my back to him.
He chuckles deep and low before he climbs into the bed too.
The light goes out and all that illuminates the room is the moonlight.
When Aiden’s warm hand rests on the curve of my waste and he pulls up the shirt so he can put his hand on my bare skin, I shudder. My God this is it.
He’s going to rape me now.
“Be grateful I’m not the monster you think I am, angel’skoye lichiko,” he whispers into my ear. His hot breath tickles my skin and my nipples peak. “Or, I would have fucked you up against the wall well before now. Then again, I’m not sure you would have minded. You’re always wet for me.”
Before I can protest his fingers slide into my pussy and I realize he’s right.
I am indeed wet.
“See, I was right,” he adds with a grin I can feel on the back of my neck.
It’s not enough for him to feel my arousal, but he has to take extra pleasure in making me wetter by stroking over my clit. I bite my lip to stifle the moan threatening to break through.
Seething, I glance at him quickly as pulls out of me and he rolls on to his back.
There’s a moment of nothingness and I’m not sure if he’s asleep or awake.
It’s awkward to the point where I can scarcely breathe and everything that fills my mind are images of all my worries.
How the hell am I going to escape this man?
It doesn’t help I’m always aroused for him.