“Why did you say that?” he asks.
“You told me to apologise.”
“You don’t mean it.” He leans closer and whispers in hot breaths against my ear, his voice amused. “Did you seriously think I’d fall for that, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart?
Sweet-fucking-heart?
It takes everything in me not to let my anger seethe to the surface. I want to push him so badly, but I know it’ll only give him the upper hand.
Aiden’s type gets off on hysterics. It’s their driving force.
I level my tone. “I apologised as you asked.”
“Apology denied.” He muses. “You of all people don’t get to play games with me.”
You of all people? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“You said you’d let me go. This isn’t fair.”
“Who said anything about fair, hmm?”
How am I supposed to win if he keeps changing the rules?
An idea flashes in my head. It’s something I learnt from old Chinese war books.
When cornered, use your opponent’s attack mechanism.
“What do you want, Aiden?” I soften my tone. “Tell me.”
There must be something he wants. If he asked me the question then he must already have an answer of his own.
“Let me guess.” He smiles without humour. “You’ll make it happen?”
“If you let me go.” It’s a dangerous game and he might decide to not play fair again.
“You never cry.” He observes me, sliding his thumb back and forth over my clit.
I clamp my lips against the sound trying to claw its way through. I want him to stop, but I also want something else.
What, I don’t know.
“Why do you never cry, Frozen?” he asks with an almost gentle tone.
I want to tell him I do cry, just not in front of him or any of his bully minions, but I keep that information to myself.
If I get worked up around him, it’s game over.
“These eyes should be filled with fucking tears.”
“Aiden, seriously, what the hell is your problem?”
“Cry and I’ll let you go.” He deadpans. “You have to be convincing, though.”
My lips part. Is he serious?
“I won’t cry.”