I meet his demon eyes again. “That’s none of your business.”
“Did you like it when he plunged inside you?” he continues as if he didn’t hear what I just said. “Or did it hurt? I bet you were too tight, huh? Did he tear you in one go or did he take it slow? I bet the sorry fuck worshipped you like some Goddess, didn’t he? But you’re not a Goddess, you’re Frozen. I bet he didn’t know you have an icy heart when he was giving you foreplay and taking it easy on you. Did you bleed all over his dick or on the sheets? Did he get you off or did you have to fake it? Or maybe —”
“Shut up!” My face burns at the crudeness of his explicit words.
What type of person has so many questions about how someone lost their virginity?
Worse. Why did his expression darken with every question as if he’s… pissed off?
Aiden’s hand plunges inside my skirt and he slaps my thighs apart.
I cry out, my heart shrivels into a black hole. “A-Aiden, what are you doing?”
“For the last time, it’s King.” His face is completely blank except for the slight smirk. “You said you’ll report me for sexual harassment.”
“W-what… ?”
“It’s your lucky day. I’m making the report come true.”
“You… can’t be serious?” My voice cracks.
“Have I ever joked with you, Frozen?”
I struggle against him, my heartbeat increases with every second that I can’t budge away. “Aiden! Stop it.”
“Wrong name.” He hums, his finger teasing the hem of my boy shorts.
My throat closes the more his fingers invade the inner part of my thighs. The more I try to close my legs, the harder he slaps my thighs apart.
My walls crumble and I can feel myself losing and crashing to pieces by him.
I suck a breath into my lungs and try to level my tone. Uncle Jaxon always told me that the best negotiating method is to be confident. Even if it’s only the fake type. If I show weakness, Aiden will only lunge towards it like a shark to blood.
My best bet is to be calm — no matter how hard that is.
“King!” I blurt. “Are you happy now?”
He smiles with approval. “Not really, but you’re learning.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“I called you by your stupid last name, what else are you waiting for? Hail to the king?”
He chuckles. “Let’s save that for another day.”
As if there will ever be another day with this bastard. However, I smile. “Fine. Now, screw off.”
“You know…” he trails off. “You really play stupid moves.”
“What?”
“When your opponent charges for the attack, you’re supposed to stay low, not crash with him head first. You’re the only one who’ll get hurt.”
Whatever the hell that means.