Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Charlie straightened a little and went to pull off her shirt, but Aiden stopped her. “Keep it on.”
Because it was his.
Her breath caught in her chest, fluttering there like a trapped bird. Slowly, oh so slowly, she lifted the fabric just enough that he could look down and see where they were joined. The tightening in his jaw was reward enough, but she didn’t stop there. Through every interaction they’d had, Aiden had kept firmly in control. She didn’t want control. She wanted the wildness she could feel calling to her, just beneath the surface. “Do you like seeing me wearing your shirt while I’m riding you?”
“You know I do.” He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from where she slid up and down his cock.
“I know why.” She rolled her hips, lifting her arms over her head so that her breasts pressed more firmly against the thin fabric, her nipples blatantly visible. “Because it marks me as yours.” His fingers tightened on her hips, and she kept going, driven as much by the pressure building inside of her as by the look on his face. “Because you love knowing that you can do damn near anything you want to me and I’ll beg you for more.”
She palmed her breasts, pinching her nipples, so turned on she could barely stand it. “Tonight was your perfect fantasy, wasn’t it? To have me ready and wanting, soaked and aching for you.” He finally managed to drag his gaze up to her face, his expression making her moan. “I’ll tell you a secret. You could have shoved up my dress and bent me over one of those ridiculously decorated tables, and I would have let you fuck me right there in front of everyone.”
Something changed on his face, and the next thing she knew, she was on her back.
Charlie blinked. “That’s one way to go about it.”
Aiden gripped her neck with one hand, not restricting her breathing at all, but there was no mistake that it was a claim of dominance. Ownership. “You enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?” He used his other hand to hitch her leg higher, allowing him deeper inside her. “And what if I had done what you described, bright eyes? Would you have moaned so sweetly for me? Come harder than you ever have before?”
She pictured the scene and clenched tighter around him. “Maybe.”
“There’s no maybe about it.” He kissed her, quick and brutal. “There’s a club in Boston that I think you’d like. I’m going to take you there sometime. Soon.” He pulled almost all the way out of her and shoved in. “I think you’re harboring some exhibitionist tendencies. Would you like me to fuck you in front of a room full of strangers? Let them see how you get off on what I do to you—on knowing they can see every single inch of you. Every response…”
Charlie came, screaming, her orgasm a tidal wave she couldn’t avoid even if she’d wanted to. Aiden kept up his pace, prolonging her pleasure until it was almost pain. Only then did his strokes become more irregular, his curses music to her ears.
She stared at the ceiling, wondering where her life had taken a hard right turn. It was one thing to want revenge against Dmitri Romanov. One thing to want Aiden O’Malley in a way she had no business wanting someone who ran a mob family. It was entirely another to get off on the mere thought of him doing filthy things to her in a room full of people. She shivered.
He lifted his head. “My thoughts exactly.” Aiden slid to lie next to her.
As much as she wanted to let it go, she couldn’t just sit here and soak up the postcoital bliss. Charlie rolled on her side to face him. “That club you talked about…” She wasn’t sure what she was going to say. That she wanted to go? That she most definitely did not want to go?
He saved her from having to decide. Aiden gave her a downright rakish grin. “It doesn’t exist.”
Her jaw dropped. “You…I can’t…You…” Charlie smacked his shoulder. Then she smacked him again for good measure. “I can’t believe you. I…” At a complete loss for words, she did the only thing she could think of. She threw herself at him and kissed him for all she was worth.
Chapter Twelve
Aiden woke up early. He watched Charlie for a few minutes, marveling at how different she looked with her face relaxed in sleep, one arm flung over her head as she breathed evenly. It was almost enough to draw him back to bed to lose himself in her for a few more hours.
Last night had been a reprieve—a welcome one that he had every intention of revisiting—but now there was business to attend to.