Aiden’s fingers push aside the thong I’m wearing. I distantly wonder if the lace is torn now, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I’m already warm before he touches me. When his fingers press into me, I inhale sharply, unable to stop a noise from leaving my lips. I can feel him move slowly. The buzz under my skin gets faster.
Why can’t I look away? I can’t say anything, can’t take my eyes off Aiden. I can’t separate what I’m feeling from the color of his irises, the blue pulling me in like an ocean. I almost feel like I’m drowning, but it feels too good to be bad.
My pussy is throbbing, frustratingly empty of what I need. I want more than just this. I gasp a little when his fingers slide deeper, right into the part of me that shivers with need.
“Goddammit. What are you doing to me?” Aiden growls under his breath.
Then, just as fast as before, he pulls me off his lap and lays me across the seats. I gasp out in surprise as he leans down and throws my leg over his shoulder, spreading my thighs. He shoves my dress out of the way and I feel the silk like water on my skin, pooling up at my waist.
Then he drops his head and presses his mouth to my pussy.
I almost scream in shock and pleasure, then slap a hand over my mouth at the last minute, frantically looking toward the front seat. The partition is up, the tinted color reflecting only a hazy image of Aiden as he leans over me, but I’m sure the driver could hear me if I cried out as loud as I almost did.
Aiden’s hands are at my hips, his fingers pressed to my pelvis. I can feel them dig in, and I think about him leaving bruises that I can see the next morning. His breath is hot against me, his tongue pressing with determination in every way I want it.
Despite the hand I use to cover my mouth, I can hear myself panting and gasping. Somehow, the tension Aiden carried through the gala has changed, morphing into something hot and sensual. I’ve never had someone eat me out with this kind of force, this kind of single-minded determination.
But it’s pulling me apart piece by piece, sending pleasure spiraling through me. I was already wet, and now I’m blindingly hot, twisting on the seat as Aiden works me open. His fingers press against my inner walls, driving harder to get me close to the edge.
My legs shake, and I slam a hand against the door behind me, trying to find purchase on something around me. I can’t spread my legs wide enough for him. I want more. I feel like molten lava, hot and liquid at the same time.
I buck against Aiden, feeling the slow build coming. He holds me in place with his hands, pushing me down when I react to his tongue sliding into me, keeping me right where he needs me so that my eyes water with tears.
Spots dance behind my eyes. The rising wave inside me grows higher and higher until finally, I come hard.
“Oh, fuck!”
I cry out, unable to stop it before it escapes. I don’t even care. My hips twitch, my body jerking as I feel the orgasm roll through me harder than the last time he touched me.
It feels so fucking good, and I let it grip me as Aiden kisses the inside of my thigh, teeth grazing skin. He moves up my body, and I try to focus, my gaze locking with his for a moment.
He hovers above me, close enough that I could kiss him if I could push myself up. I breathe out, still panting wildly, as he inhales. We’re so close.
My lips can already feel the phantom pressure of his, but when Aiden bends down, his mouth goes to my neck instead. He bites down on the curve where it meets my shoulder, sending a fleeting spark of pain shooting through me that he soothes away with his tongue after a moment.
I blink.
I don’t know what to think. I thought he would kiss me.
Did I want him to kiss me?
Aiden pulls back. I feel my leg slide off him, and I almost yank it back to my body, throwing my dress back down over myself. My legs still feel shaky. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye as I pull my dress into place and sit up. He’s pushing his hair back, pulling at his shirt collar.
I can’t believe what just happened.
I can’t believe he did that. I can’t believe I let him. I can’t even believe I did something like this while some stranger was driving, probably listening to every sound I made.
I don’t know what to think. One minute, Aiden acts like he hates me. The next, he’s eating me out like he can’t live without me. What the fuck does that mean?
Maybe threatening to kill Dmitri isn’t about me. Maybe it’s about someone else, or maybe it’s some fucked-up possessiveness that makes Aiden feel like he has to mark me.
Was that what the bite at my neck was? Was he just marking me?
Is everything that’s happened just his attempt to mark me as his?
The car rolls to a stop outside Aiden’s house a few minutes later, and I open my door and practically throw myself out, a rolling storm brewing in my chest.
