I shriek, but a strong hand wraps around my mouth, muffling the sound.
My eyes widen as I stare up into Aiden’s dark metallic gaze.
It’s bottomless.
It’s a void.
Tremors jolt through my limbs and goosebumps cover my skin despite the warm water.
“You can run but you can never escape me, sweetheart.”
“Mmm,” I mumble against his hand.
That’s when I take the rest of him.
He’s naked.
The water soaks him in a second. Like an exotic model, his jet black hair sticks to his forehead.
The droplets of water travel down the ridges of his muscled chest and his abs.
His strong thigh barges between mine and that’s when I recall that I’m also naked.
My hands fly up, clawing at his arms so he’ll release me. Aiden pushes me with ease. My back hits the tiled wall.
I gasp at the violent impact.
It’s like that night in my room all over again.
This is the scary side of Aiden. The side that takes without boundaries.
The side that only leaves havoc in his wake.
“Did you mistake my silence for approval, Frozen?” His chilling tone tickles my skin like a dark promise.
If he’s calling me Frozen, then I should be scared.
This isn’t the Aiden who sometimes tries to restrain himself.
No. This is Aiden at his worst unhinged self.
The bully. The devil.
My spine jerks upright against the cold tiles and my lips tremble under his hand.
“Is it fun to defy me, hmm?” He thrusts his hips forward. An unmistakable erection slides between my legs and against my folds.
I whimper, shaking my head.
He doesn’t stop.
I’m starting to think that Aiden doesn’t know how to stop.
His chest crushes my breasts as if he can’t get close enough or torment me hard enough.
“Being mine isn’t a choice,” he says in that scarily calm tone. “It’s a fucking reality.”
He reaches his free hand between us and wraps two fingers around my throbbing nipple. He squeezes so hard, I nearly topple over with pain.