His gaze reluctantly leaves my scar to meet mine. “Maybe.”
“Ugh. Aiden! Give me something.”
“I will.” His lips tilt in a smirk. “If you’re a good girl.”
“Let me guess, that includes fucking you?”
His grin widens. “I’ll be the one doing the fucking, but yes, sweetheart. That comes with the package.”
I narrow my eyes on him.
It’s all a ploy. A mindfuck. Something he uses in his push and pull. If I want to know the truth and somehow still come out intact, then I need to negotiate my way out of his rules.
He doesn’t get everything.
Not anymore.
“No.”
He raises an eyebrow, but his hands tighten in my hair. “No?”
“If I follow your conditions, you’ll get whatever you want and you might never tell me anything anymore.” I place a palm on his wet chest and trail my hand down his hard abs. “I have a condition.”
“A condition,” he repeats as if he needs to hear the words to believe them.
“Yes. Every time you tell me a tidbit, you get to touch me. That includes oral sex, by the way.”
His left eye twitches. “What makes you think I’ll agree to that? I can get you to spread your legs for me any time I want, sweetheart.”
The arrogance of this fucking bastard.
Still, I keep my smile plastered in place as I run my fingertips on the hard ridges of his abs. “Sure you can, but do you remember what I said about being a shell? If you force your way with me more than this, then you
’ll get that shell to spread her legs for you.”
He yanks my hand from his stomach and his left eye twitches.
I most definitely hit a nerve.
We stare at each other for long seconds. This time, I don’t cower away.
This time, I’m not a mere soldier. I’m a general in the battle he’s trying to win.
Tension crackles in the air and goosebumps cover the earlier goosebumps. All I can breathe is his intoxicating scent. All I can feel is the pulse of my wrist in his grip.
“So?” I break the lethal silence. “What will it be?”
His lips pull into a cruel smirk. “Well played, sweetheart. Well played, indeed.”
A wave of pride hits me and it takes everything in me not to grin like an idiot.
I just got Aiden King at his own game.
Before I can gloat, he stands up, yanking me up with him by the wrist. Water splashes all around us.
The blackness in his eyes is the last thing I see.
He releases my wrist, grabs me by the hips and throws me over his shoulder like earlier.