“I was ready to let you go, but you pissed me off, so I changed my mind.”
I watch his poker face closely. Aside from the slight twitching in his left eye, he looks peaceful to me.
Not pissed off at all.
But then again, what the hell did I know about Aiden’s body language? He’s like a fort.
Impossible to climb, to peer over, or to destroy.
“Then change it back,” I mumble.
“That’s not how it works.”
“Let me go and I won’t tell anyone,” I say in my most neutral tone.
“Is that so?” His fingers draw small circles inside my thighs, and I clench my fists against the sensation.
I bite back the discomfort and the freaking tingling. “Yes. I only want to finish this year in peace.”
“What makes you think I want you to have any peace, Frozen?” He grips my sex harshly. “You were born to suffer.”
I cry out at the intrusive gesture. A zap bolts straight from where he’s gripping me to my entire body.
Aiden is watching me with those sadistic eyes. Only now, the glint is becoming darker. Hazier. Stronger.
He loves having this effect on me. He’s getting high on it.
Like a drug addict who can’t get enough, he seems ready for more.
The harder I refuse, the more drastic his methods become.
It started with demanding my phone then he wanted me to call him by his last name then he wanted me to apologise.
Whenever I say ‘no’, his assault becomes relentless.
Ruthless.
Remorseless.
I’m provoking a monster.
A full-blown monster.
During my years of struggle against bullies, I learnt to never give them what they want. If I acknowledge their bullying or show them I give a damn about what they did, it’d give them the incentive to push harder.
Aiden is darker than the usual bully, but he’s still a bully all the same.
Only he doesn’t want those apologies or for me to beg or even the damn phone. He wants my struggle.
He wants my helplessness.
My weakness.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt and try to mean it.
He pauses his ministrations for a second, but he doesn’t release my sex. His gaze meets mine and his left eye twitches before he presses his thumb on my clitoris above the cloth.
My legs shake and I briefly close my eyes, willing the feeling to go the fuck away. I shouldn’t be affected by whatever this monster is doing.