His fingers snake into my bra and circle a nipple. I thought it was torturous over the cloth, but having his skin against mine is complete hell.
I can feel the pulse of his nerves — or mine — and it’s making me hyper-aware of everything.
Of the pine scent around us. Of the rustle in the trees. The humidity in the air. And his sheer asphyxiating presence.
I screw my lids shut, not wanting to feel whatever sensation that’s crawling up my spine.
His touch is bruising, uncomfortable even, but there’s a flash of something going through me that I can’t identify.
No one has ever touched me this way before, and I hate that Aiden King is the first to invade my body.
“Do you like me hard for you?” he asks in a nonchalant, almost amused tone.
“Of course not. Are you crazy?”
“Then why aren’t you giving me what I want? Because the more you resist, the harder I’ll get.”
“Go fuck yourself, Aiden.” I stare at him straight in the eyes. “I won’t let you break me.”
It’s false bravado.
I’m scared of this monster. After what he did today, I honestly don’t know how far he’d go.
However, after my parents’ death, I vowed to never apologise for something I haven’t done.
Aiden fucking King won’t make me go back to that helpless child I was.
“Don’t put ideas in my head.” He runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple. “It’s already crowded with so many fantasies about you.”
So many fantasies about me?
Aiden has freaking fantasies about me?
“Are you going to tell me what scares you, Frozen?” It’s a taunt, his mocking way to put me in my place.
“Nothing scares me.”
“I call bullshit on that. Everyone has something that scares them.” He sounds thoughtful. “What’s yours?”
I lift my chin. “I told you. Nothing.”
“You’re a terrible liar, but I’ll play the game. If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself.”
His fingers leave my nipple, but before I can release the breath I’ve been holding, he trails his hand down and over my bare stomach.
I suck in a crackling breath at how gentle, almost soothing, his touch is. It’s the complete opposite of the devil look in his impenetrable eyes.
His fingers play with the waistband of my skirt. “Are you a virgin, Frozen?”
My stomach plummets with so many feelings I can’t keep up with. I look away from him and stare at a tree so hard as if willing it to go up in flames and end this nightmare.
It’s not prudeness that fills me. It’s not even shame.
This arsehole actually terrifies me and I hate myself for it. I also hate the tingles erupting at the bottom of my belly.
What in the ever loving hell are they supposed to mean? He’s violating me and I’m freaking tingling?
“No?” He sounds almost disapproving. “Who did you give it up to? The biology teacher? Some loser in your previous public school?”