Leah,I stood at the foyer, gripping the railing as I looked down, watching Aiden giving orders to four men in a low, commanding voice. I couldn't make out the words, but I could feel the tension from where I stood. A muscle twitched in his cheek as he stood, and at one point, he smacked one of them, Scar, really hard on the head.Ever since that day he brought me here, he had given me nothing but cold, angry looks. I could tell he was barely controlling himself from hurting me with the way he ground his teeth whenever we crossed path. He was only holding back because of Aiden, and I really don't want to find out what would happen if he ever stopped.It was already afternoon, and there was still no sign of Storm. He usually drove me home in the morning, but today, he hadn't shown up, and Aiden had been absent all morning as well. I bit my bottom lip, the thought of spending another night in his place making my stomach twist.As if sensing my eyes on him, he turned and looked up his gaz
LeahI made a mistake. A terrible one.After everything I said about not giving him what he wanted, I still ended up right back in his arms.I thought all I had to do was lie down through it, but no. Aiden wasn't having it. He made sure to rip out every fucking reaction he wanted out of my body.He was an unleashed beast I had no business waking. The moment he sank into me, something snapped inside him.God, this man was rough and brutal. Gentle was a foreign word in his dictionary. One second I was on top of him, trying to stay in control. The next I was on my stomach, face buried in the couch, hips dragged up, his thrust deep and relentless.His hand locked around my throat, holding me in place as he groaned my name into my ear. Fucking me like he was trying to rip something out of me. Like my body owed him.I bit down on my lip to stop the cry from escaping when his grip tightened on my thighs, when he left marks I knew I would see later."I can't take any more," I gasped pushing a
AidenI gestured to the stool by the counter. "Sit."She didn't move.I shook my head, chuckling. "You like being told what to do, but you never actually listen."I lifted her easily. She was leaner than the last time I touched her.She stiffened for a moment, then let me place her on the island. Her legs dangled off the edge. "You must love it when I do it for you?" My hands slid down the curve of her legs, resting at her bare feet. They were cold."You shouldn't be walking around barefoot," I said, rubbing warmth back into her toes, absentmindedly. Her body jolted when my thumb brushed a certain spot.She gasped and clenched the edge of the island.My eyes flicked up to hers, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth like I had just discovered a gold mine. "Sensitive here?"I drew a circle along the arch of her foot. Her toes curled. Her breath hitched, lips parting. She bit down on the reaction.I leaned closer. "Guess there are still things about your body I haven't learned yet."
AidenThe air sucked from my lungs. Her eyes stared at me, terrified, accusing.I saw myself in the basement, pinned down. I screamed my throat sore, begged, but no one came."Like father, like son." Liam's voice echoed."Is this it, Aiden? Are you crossing the final line? Take me. I won't fight. You won't even give me a chance to."It felt like she pushed a dagger into my chest and dragged it down.I fell back, off the bed. "No. I didn't mean it. I just—""Where are you going?" She yelled, broken as she climbed down the bed. I scooted away from her. "Don't act like you are fucking hurt, Aiden. You don't get to act that way when you have done nothing but sexually assault me."I stumbled to my feet, heart pounding furiously like it was trying to break free. I jerked away from her like she was fire when she tried to touch me. I did the only thing I could think of.I ran.I ran like the coward I was. Away from her. From the truth, cause that was easier.Because in that moment, I finally
Aiden She threw the torn pieces at me and turned to leave. I grabbed her arm, yanking her back. I arranged this meeting to show her what kind of asshole her precious ex-husband really was. He didn't give a damn about her. Never did. Yet here she was, crying. Tears for a man who wasn't me. My nails dug into her arm, but the anger wasn't enough to mask the bitterness I felt. It pissed me off how easily he could still control her emotions without even trying. Even after he hit her, he threw her out into the rain. She had waited for him like a fucking fool. Beaming like an idiot when he entered. I clenched my jaw. I was going to sever every last fucking tie she had to him. She tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip, dragging her closer. She always did pointless things like she didn't know how this would end. "Let me go!" She yelled, hitting my hand. "Let go, you bastard!" She was shaking. Her green eyes red with tears. She was breaking in front of me, and I knew how much she
Leah My eyes darted to where he stood, the driver from last time beside him. His gaze swept the room as he responded to their greeting, and when it landed on me pinned against the wall, his expression turned dark. His jaw clenched so tightly, I thought I heard the bone crack. Scar shifted, trying to back away slightly. "Good day—" Aiden didn't let him finish. He moved forward in a flash, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed it into the wall beside me. I flinched as something warm splattered across my cheek. Blood. My eyes widened in horror. He slammed his head over and over, and his eyes never left mine. The scent of blood, the sickening crack of bone, Scar's muffled scream as he apologized in between smashes, made it hard to breathe. I shook so badly my legs almost gave out. "Aiden," I whispered for him to stop. He let scar collapse on the floor, his teeth shattered, and face a bloody mess. He reached out, wiping the blood from my cheek with the side of his hand, his t
Leah The servant girl, Amanda, she had said her name was, had grown surprising comfortably around me. Too comfortable. I hadn't taken her for the talkative type at first. She would bring me food, linger longer than necessary, and make small talk like we weren't strangers a few days ago. I appreciated her efforts. They didn't lift my mood, but they were better than being alone or worse , having Aiden around. They were the only times I didn't feel like I was losing my mind. She offered me a cup of tea. "I added honey," she said. "I thought you could use something sweet." I managed a faint smile. "Thanks." I took a small sip. It was warm and sweet, like she said. My chest ached with memory of home. I missed my family. Amanda beamed, almost proud of pulling a smile from me. She glanced at my legs propped on a pillow. "It's almost healed." She pointed out. What's the point, though? I was still trapped. "When it's better, I could show you around. There is a pool on the roof and..."
Leah "You need a hair dryer," Aiden said as he carried me out of the bathroom. A towel was wrapped around my chest, barely covering my ass. My eyes landed on a girl, maybe twenty, kneeling on the floor, scrubbing off the mess I had made. She looked up, her face not hiding her annoyance. My stomach twisted. I turned, my eyes catching Aiden's gaze who noticed my embarrassment. I bit the inside of my cheek and buried my face in his chest, my cheeks flushing red. Fuck. I wanted to disappear. Why the hell did he let someone else clean it? He pulled me higher against him, and I tried not to focus on his rough palm gripping my bare thigh or how much of me was exposed. "Keep starring, and you will lose those fucking eyes." "Sorry, sir." "Get lost if you are done." "Yes, sir." I heard her hurry off. He walked us into another room. A massive walk in closet, dark and cold, like him. Black cabinets lined the walls, and a chandelier hung over a black letter sofa at the middle o
LeahMy body ached all over as I turned on my side. My skin was clammy, the shirt clinging to my damp body. My throat parched, my head pounding with a persistent throb. I thought I was going to die last night. The room was dark, except for a little light that slipped through the gap of the tightly drawn curtains.I blinked, seeing a figure sitting in a chair across from the bed, watching me.My heart raced as I sat up. "Liam?" I whispered.He didn't respond. When he stood up and moved toward the window, I noticed he was taller. Too tall to be Liam. He yanked the curtains open. The sudden light made me squint, and I turned my face away.My heart dropped when I saw the tattooed, bare back. It wasn't him.I kissed Liam last night. I remembered his hands, rough and possessive all over my body. The warmth of his body pressed against mine. His voice.I swallowed hard, a sickening realisation creeping up my spine.Aiden turned to face me, his expression unreadable. "You look disappointed,