“Call me King.” His face lights up with malice.
He’s enjoying this. The bastard is enjoying seeing me helpless.
I thought Aiden was crazy before, but it turns out he’s a fucking psycho.
“Call you King?” I repeat, incredulous.
“It’s not rocket science. Say, please let me go, King and I might.”
I wiggle against Xander’s hold, hating how my breasts bounce with the move. “I don’t care who you are, Aiden, and you too, arsehole.” I throw over my shoulder at Xander who’s… playing on his phone? Seriously? I jut my chin at Aiden. “If you do anything to me, I’ll report you for sexual harassment and ruin your entire future.”
“Damn, Frozen. You’re truly fucked now.” Xander whistles. “You really shouldn’t have threatened him.”
“I thought you were smart.” Aiden tsks. “But I guess you have your stupid moments, too.”
Before I can ponder on that, he yanks me from his friend’s hold. I cry out as I collide against his hard chest. His rough fingers dig into my bra. He retrieves my phone and throws it behind me. To Xander I suppose. Then he grabs both my wrists behind my back, locking them in one bruising hand.
“I’m out of here,” Xander says in an absent-minded tone. “Don’t take long.”
His casual footsteps disappear into the distance.
I never thought I would want Xander to stay, but I’m ready to beg him to. He might be cruel, but he doesn’t have an empty gaze like the o
ne Aiden is watching me with.
“You have the phone.”
“So?”
“So let me go.” I stare at his shirt, not wanting to meet his gaze.
“That would be a no.”
His fingers are back to my bra again, but instead of tracing like earlier, his thumb and forefinger latch onto my pebbled nipple through the cloth and he pinches.
A sound claws its way up my throat, but I clamp my lips shut around it. A strange heat invades my body and I hate it.
I hate the tormenting sensation.
I hate him.
I try to struggle, but that only pushes my half-naked breasts forward, making them bounce in his hands.
“Are you putting on a show for me?” He smirks.
“Screw you.”
He pinches hard again, and pressure builds behind my eyes.
“Try again.”
“What do you want from me, damn it?”
He pinches again, and I bite my lower lip so hard that I taste blood. I’m all flushed, sweaty, and sticky. It kills me that I’m allowing him to have this effect on me.
“So now you want to know what I want?” He tsks, lazily brushing his thumb on my hard nipple.
“Just tell me.”