Aiden, I laid on my back, gripping her waist as she straddled me. She rode me slowly, her hands pushed to her back, resting on my thighs as she held herself up. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted. Her head would occasionally fall back as she moaned softly. She rolled her hips, her walls clenching around me, and a low growl escaped my throat as my grip tight around her. "Fuck," She was driving me crazy. In a scary way. My plan was to use her to satisfy my urges for the night and mess with her husband. It had only been four nights, and yet my desire to have her was turning into an obsession that was almost frightening. "Leah," my breath hitched when she did it again.Fuck.She opened her eyes that were filed with lust, and when they met mine, she turned away immediately, her cheeks turning red as she bit down on her lip. I spanked her ass hard, and she whimpered, turning to face me again. Damn, she looked hot when she was turned on, and the sight stirred something within me
AidenEach step up the stairs pulled at the muscles near the stab wound."Fuck," I muttered under my breath.I looked down at my side. The cloth I had used to wrap the wound was soaked through with blood again.I didn't think she would stab me. And definitely not this deep."I shouldn't have left the knife in the drawer," I hissed, pushing the bedroom door open.She was lying on her side, naked, back facing me. Just the way I had left her after washing her up. She was sobbing into the pillow, her entire body trembling from the pain shooting through her legs. And the humiliation she suffered.It could have been worse.When I went after her, all I wanted was to make her suffer. To hurt her enough that she would never think of running again.But when I found her in that hole, terrified, broken, my anger calmed.That didn't mean sge wasn't going to be punished. She had to understand. She had to learn. Otherwise she might do it again.My eyes dropped on her scrapped knee, then to her ankle.
AidenGetting her to eat was a fucking nightmare. She cried like a child, tears trailing down her cheeks as she turned her face away . She clenched her teeth when I tried to push the spoon past her lips. And when I finally managed to force it in, she threw it all up on me. The meds weren't any easier. I practically shoved them down her throat. She clawed at my wrists like I was killing her.Hours dragged by. Her fever only got worse. Her skin burning hotter with each passing minute.Was I supposed to take her to the hospital?She looked like a corpse. Her skin pale, lips cracked and dry, body unmoving.For a moment, I thought she was dead.I pressed a finger under her nose just to make sure she was still breathing.I have made corpses. Watched the life drain from countless eyes without blinking. But this? This was different. And I had no fucking idea why.I wasn't worried.No.I just hated the idea of her dying on me before I was done with her. After all the work I put into breaking
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,
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
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 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
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,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
Leah,I was pinned against the wall, his body pressing firmly against mine, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the living room with each powerful thrust. My hands were on the wall, head resting on them as my body shook uncontrollably from the force of his merciless movements."You are driving me fucking crazy, Leah," he growled into my ear, the roughness in his voice sending a shiver down my spine."Fuck you," I spat between ragged moans, his hand gripping my waist tightly, nails digging into my skin. "Mhm"He chuckled in my ear, "That's exactly what we are doing, doll." His hands moved between my thighs, his fingers rubbing against my clit in fast circles. "Fuck...please," I whimpered, my legs quivering as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge, until I came.He leaned in, pressing kisses along my back, his teeth grazing my skin as he kept thrusting relentlessly."Don't...mhm," I gasped. "Don't cum in me."I expected him to pull out since he was close but in
Leah,A day earlier,I watched the dark liquid swirl into the mug as I poured myself a coffee, catching a glimpse of someone entering the kitchen out of the corner of my eyes.Our eyes met. His gaze softened, clouded with regret. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words died before they reached me. I looked away first, setting the coffee pot down on the counter and bringing the mug to my lips, blowing softly before taking a sip."Hey," he said hesitantly, and I didn't answer, neither did I spare him a glance.I heard his footsteps draw closer, my fist clenching around the mug as I forced the coffee down my throat."Leah," I know damn well he couldn't control himself when he was angry. He always said mean things to me, but laying a hand on me was a first. I grew up never getting slapped, only to be slapped twice in the same year. "I'm sorry," he murmured, moving beside me, so close I could feel his warmth. "I don't know what came over me. Fuck, I didn't mean to
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,