With every word he says, my eyes blur with tears.
I want to believe he wouldn’t be able to do what he said, that they’re all empty threats.
But this is Aiden. He never promised something he didn’t follow up with.
This is his way to show me how weak I am in comparison to his strength.
But I don’t crumble and swallow my tears. He won’t be seeing my weakness.
“Then why aren’t you doing all that?” I ask.
“I’m offering you the chance to make the first move.”
“Why is that so important to you?”
“I’m testing a theory.” His fingers splay on the hem of my boy shorts, eliciting a zap of pleasure from the bottom of my stomach.
“What theory?” My voice is choked.
“That you like being forced to make any move. The rush turns you on, doesn’t it?”
God. He’s insane.
“No…” It’s my weakest ‘no’ of yet.
The double assault of his breaths against my throat and his fingers at the edge of my most sensitive part awakens a deep-seated throb. My thighs clench around his hand as if inviting him to the place that aches the most.
“No one in RES will come near you if you’re mine. You’ll spend a dream senior year.”
Damn him and his smooth ways. Just like with Aunt and Uncle, he’s telling me what I want to hear.
“I don’t want the dream year,” I hardly manage the words.
“Then what do you want, sweetheart?”
In some place in my mind, I know this is wrong. He is one million times wrong.
Wrong or right, my body doesn’t understand that. It’s enchanted to Aiden whether I like it or not. He’s turning my body against me.
Dickhead.
Sweat breaks on my forehead and my skin pulses as if begging to be touched by him.
“You won’t get anything out of me.”
“You should play smarter, not stronger.” Aiden’s lips brush against my throat, sending a violent chill down my back. “Admit your deepest darkest desires, Elsa.”
I don’t know if it’s because of his lips or the low-throaty, almost husky tone he said my name with, but I’m a goner.
A full-body shudder goes through me like I’m being pulled under a soundless, crashing wave.
I can’t even fight the pull anymore.
Aiden’s fingers trace the rim of my boy shorts, slowly slipping underneath. I whimper then hide my head in his shoulder to suppress the sound. I almost forgot that we aren’t alone.
The man’s presence is supposed to turn me off, but it has the complete opposite effect.
I’m burning and Aiden is my hell.