He grips the swing, stopping its movement. Leaning in until our noses touch, his dick swells inside me, and I groan. It’s heated pleasure and aching pain mixed together.
“Did youwantit to be Lan inside you?”
My coy smile is my only reply.
Aiden grips my throat and tilts my head to the side. “You better fucking answer me,” he says as his teeth graze the artery in my neck.
“I wantyouto tell me how the bottle landed on me on Wicked Wednesday.”
His breathy chuckle makes my tits swell, nipples hardeningagainst his bare chest. “Answer me, baby girl. Or I’ll call him in here.”
Fear gets caught in my throat. “I’m…not sure.” I flounder. Would I? No. And the only reason I would? To drive Aiden to the breaking point. Until he’d punish my body the way I love.
He drives his teeth into the skin above my collarbone as I scream. Dick thickening inside me, the dildo spreading my asshole wide. As I think I’ll get a reprieve, he does it again to the other side. “Answer me…”
“No! I didn’t. And I wouldn’t. Not unless you instructed me to,lord!”
“Fuck, baby. That’s everything I hoped you’d say.”
With a forceful fling, he loses the flog, then grips the chains in front of me. Works his hips frantically against the push and pull motions of the swing. Our bodies sound pornographic. Wet. Hot. I lose it without even knowing. Peak so high that I think I’ll never come down again. White warmth spreads through every nerve ending until I surge with ecstasy. Not even aware of Aiden anymore. I’m completely and utterly insane with pleasure.
As my body collapses, I sense his grunts deepening, his body jerking. His lips find mine as he pants desperate breaths inside my mouth.
“Pull out,” I whisper, half delirious. “Pull?—”
He takes a step back, slides out, and splashes heated reams of cum on my stomach and thighs. Even while he’s still pulsing in his hand, he shoves himself back inside me and laughs at my weak protest. “I did it.”
Another thrust of his hips sends the final message. He continues to leak inside me.
Through gritted teeth, he says, “I stopped the bottle with a finger. No one would say anything since it was me. And Iknewyou couldn’t stay away from me, baby girl. So if you eventhinkI’d let my friends touch what’s mine? I’ll knock you up so many times you’ll never have another period. Swear to the gods, Ashlyn.”
I want to be mad. I do.
But the way he’s looking at me, all satisfied and heated, lovingly and caring? I can’t help but swoon. He loosens my binds, slips the dildo out of my ass, and holds me tenderly like he’s never letting me go.
He says nothing, but when I search his face, I see everything. My reflection in his eyes—wrecked, worshipped, and utterlyhis.
epilogue
Valentine’s Dayand the POT representatives look bored. Almost dead. For a committee so focused on makingpairings, they sure don’t seem to care about true love.
I asked Grandpa to host another event for me. And he readily agreed.
Dad’s business associates fill the white tent, along with Ace Donovan’s. Half the mafia from Lecherton is here, thanking Donovan for dealing with the Morettis. An entire family now nothing more than bones and ash.
I’m sipping bourbon, waiting for my appointed to enter. But I know Ashlyn. She’s no longer interested in white, plain, and invisible…
She feels safe enough to be seen.
My heart skips a beat when she does. A couple ofThetabrothers open the double doors to the house, and in she walks like an empress.
Shining smile that lights her freckles.
Golden hair aglow and flowing down her back.
Andmy green dress. The one I bought for her and wanted to showher off in.
Her radiance steals my breath.