The fact that he’s using that damned nickname can only mean that he’s putting me at a distance.
Aiden isn’t exactly the closed-off type. He’s not ashamed to admit to all the fuckery in his head.
However, I’m not foolish to believe that he’d bare his soul to me that easily. He keeps a fraction of himself hidden behind the walls of his fortress.
Maybe I can’t escape his chessboard after all. One has to be in the battalion so they can take down the king.
“I don’t like it when you call me that,” I say, wiggling away from his hold.
“Call you what?”
“Frozen. I’m not frozen.”
“Hmm, but you are.” He pats his chest. “You’re so frozen, it kind of stings.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Aiden flips me underneath him and rips the sheet from around me. Shivers break all over my arms as the air hits my skin.
His ferocious gaze dips to my nakedness as if he’s seeing it for the first time.
My heart hammers so loud, it’s painful.
There’s something about the way he watches me.
A possessiveness.
An obsession.
A… madness.
I hate how my body reacts to this unhinged side of him. Aren’t all girls supposed to be attracted to the white knight? Prince charming? Why the hell am I gravitating towards the villain?
I ignore the pool of heat gathering between my thighs, pull at the sheet, and drape it around my torso.
Aiden’s stormy eyes pierce through my soul as his fingers tug on the sheet. “Don’t cover yourself from me.”
“We’re talking.” I hold the piece of cloth with all my might. “You can’t just shut me off for sex.”
“Watch me.” He rips the corner of the sheet.
I gasp and roll away from underneath him, taking the sheet with me. Aiden wrestles me back. I push at him. Lust, hate, the need to win rush through my limbs. I love fighting Aiden. Judging from the wetness coating my thighs, maybe I love it a bit too much.
It doesn’t help that Aiden’s eyes are gleaming with too much pleasure. He loves the fight, too.
We wrestle for minutes or hours, I don’t know. My lungs are heaving and I’m sweating. Nothing changes in Aiden’s posture except for that spark in his eyes. Either he has impressive stamina or I’m just not that strong.
I pull myself on four and try to crawl away from his caveman clutches. He grips me by the ankle and yanks me back. I lie flat on my stomach, almost my entire back is bared.
Aiden crawls atop of me, his slick hard chest covers my back and he imprisons both my wrists above my head on the mattress.
He’s panting in my ear, his breaths making my eyes flutter closed. Being dominated by him pulls on my unhidden strings.
An urge.
A need.
A deprivation.