He rips my underwear down and I jolt at the friction. My eyes flutter closed for the briefest bit.
Oh, God.
If he keeps touching me this unapologetically, there’s no way I’ll be able to resist him even if he tells me nothing.
His hard cock nuzzles between my thighs, threatening at my entrance. “I didn’t hear your answer. Is that fucking clear?”
When I say nothing, he pulls my arse cheeks apart with rough hands and glides his cock to my other hole.
My eyes widen and I fist the sofa harder. “A-Aiden? What the hell are you doing?”
“Waiting for your answer,” he sounds casual, but I recognise the darkness in his tone. “And contemplating fucking you here. Hmm. It’s the only hole I haven’t claimed yet.”
His cock pushes more into me, slightly stretching from behind.
My shoulder blades tighten with fear. He wouldn’t do it, right? I heard anal takes a lot of preparation and shit.
“Just so you know.” He leans in to whisper in hot sultry words. “It’ll fucking hurt.”
I gulp, but that doesn’t stop the tiny bursts of pleasure clenching my core.
There’s really something wrong with me.
He’s threatening to fuck my arse for the first time and I’m freaking turned on.
It takes me a second to get my bearings together.
“Tell me something, Aiden. Anything.”
“Why should I? I can just take from you. Hmm.” He trails a finger from my pussy to my arse, smearing my wetness around his cock that’s still at my back entrance. “You’re so fucking wet already.”
“A deal is a deal, Aiden.” I clamp my lips around the moan trying to clamp its way out. “You’re breaking it right now.”
“And I’m supposed to care about that?”
“Yes, you are! Because it’s hurting me inside.”
He stops for a beat. I think he’ll withdraw or something but he only slides his cock to my entrance, the tip settling there.
“Not like you did.”
“Stop saying vague things like that.” My eyes rim with tears. I don’t know if it’s because what I overhead from Aunt and Uncle or the way Aiden is mad at me or my nightmares.
Or all the above.
But right now, I want him to hold me. I want him to lower himself once.
Just once.
I want him to be there for me.
I try to turn around, but he grips my head and slams my face down against the sofa.
“I want to look at you,” I murmur.
“And I don’t.”
“Aiden, please.”