"Are you fucking kidding me?! I was gone for three fucking hours and you already have this guy here?!" Brian growls in rage. This is the first time I've seen him angry and it's scary, "I can't believe you. Fuck!" "Lower your tone," Aiden orders, his voice calm but stern, "There's nothing happening here." "I'm not fucking stupid, Aiden. I can see it happening right now," he snaps, but his tone is considerably lower, "You said you didn't want her anymore." "And I don't," he easily lies, so easily it brings a tiny ping of hurt in my chest, "But she wants me. I'm sorry, but I'm just a man. Weak and stupid like the rest of you. She was feeling sad and I came to make her feel better." "We haven't kissed and we weren't going to," I lie too, "I just like to cuddle, you know that." "But that's not something you do with YOUR FUCKING BROTHER," he throws at me with a wild look in his eyes, "You have so many issues, Lily, this isn't normal. You aren't fucking normal. You're in love wit
As soon as I order the food, I receive a FaceTime call from Damon. I get startled but I answer anyway and my insides melt as soon as I see his celestial face right there. It looks like he's sitting against a blue wall. "What the hell? Are you allowed to do this?" I ask, unable to believe it. He's wearing orange and it looks gorgeous on him, but that's supposed to mean certain things, right? Like, he should be hidden away or something. "I’ve come to realize I'm allowed to do whatever I want," he says with his evil little grin, full of mischief this time, "All thanks to Aiden. I'm in my room right now, there's no one here but me. AC is blasting. And I was given an iPad with like a hundred movies, but I don't want to watch them yet. I have plenty of time to do that later. I'd rather just look at you right now." "Show me your room then, I want to see the suite I personally got you," I say with a smile, just as evil as his, and it only grows when he narrows his eyes at me. "Bitch,"
"You have to go back to Brian now," Aiden breaks the silence a few minutes later as he's drying my hair with a towel. I pout and try to find his eyes on the mirror in front of us, "You have to keep him happy and you haven't done that lately." "What do you mean? Do I have to fuck him?" I ask in a tiny voice that finally makes him look at me with a pissed face. "No, not that," he lets out with a stern voice, "I mean, I have no say, but I'd rather you don't do that. But you have to keep him happy. He was your friend first, right? What if you try to get back into that?" "How?" I whine, "I have no people skills, Aiden... can't you do that for me somehow?" "Not this time," he says, making me pout more, "You have to do it in person, not over text. I can help you think about what to say, but that's about it. I can't put on a blonde wig and act like you, I'm way too intelligent and articulate, it wouldn't be believable." "Shut up," I mutter, but I chuckle, "Fine, I guess." When we’
“Say you love me,” he demands out of nowhere, grabbing me and pulling me up until my back hits his damp chest. “I love you,” I manage to let out. Aiden groans and one of his hands move down until he can touch my clit as he pounds me. My eyes start to roll back when it gets too overwhelming, “I’m coming…” Aiden speeds up and fucks me through my orgasm, covering my mouth to snuffle my moans and then he buries his face on my neck and sucks a hickey there as he groans, filling me up with his warm cum. “Fuck, I needed that,” he says a few seconds later while I’m still trying to catch my breath. His hold becomes softer and he carefully pulls out of me, “Come on, let’s go take a shower.” “I don’t think I can’t walk,” I admit. Aiden laughs but he picks me up to carry me to the bathroom like a true hero. He gently puts me down and turns on the water as I look at myself in the mirror. I look wild... but cute. Sexy. I don't look like a crack-addict prostitute who's fresh out of a f
Aiden's mouth starts to move down my body, his kisses getting a little more violent, his teeth catching my skin. I gasp and swallow when he leaves a painful hickey right above my bellybutton, then he licks my bellybutton directly and I try to complain, but it turns into a weird, confused moan because that felt good somehow. Aiden keeps going, leaving another hickey in my left hipbone. That one hurt more, so I keep complaining, but he doesn't care. I think he's going to pull down my panties when he reaches them... but he doesn't. He only opens my legs to find a way for his shoulders in between them, then he starts recording so close to my pussy, I can feel her pulsating in nerves and anticipation. "Aiden..." "Shh," he says and I feel my chest and face get hot, "We have to stay silent, Mom is out there." That's not exactly a lie, but I can tell he's saying it for Damon. For the fantasy. "You're so wet in here," he mentions and presses a finger against my center, still cov
“You can’t let him infect your head, Lilian,” he says as he gets up to get rid of everything. Including the shirt. Whatever, I’m already planning on stealing it and keeping it forever. The shirt Aiden wore all day with Damon’s blood on it. It’s nothing short of a piece of art. To me, at least. Aiden returns to my arms with only his boxers and I receive him joyfully. He gets back to his previous spot with his head on my chest and I enjoy it for one second… until my brain starts reminding me that he’ll be gone soon. “When are you leaving?” "Huh?" He asks, lifting his head again. His hand is going under my shirt until he can grab one of my boobs, "Are you in a rush or something? Somewhere to be? Another boyfriend to cry for?" "No, dummy. I meant when are you leaving Altamira," I clarify. Aiden stops squeezing my boob, he just looks at me for three heartbeats, as if he's thinking about it. That means he doesn't have a set plan, right? Right?! He was so intense about get