“I hate you,” I tell him with all the pent up frustration I’ve been feeling this morning.
“I think you don’t, sweetheart, but you wish you did.” He reaches for me and pinches my cheek. “You’re adorable as fuck when you’re all flushed.”
He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture is so caring and gentle, it almost crumbles my defences.
Then I remember that he’s a sociopath and he could be doing this just so I’d let my guard down in front of him.
“Why do you never wear your hair down?” His fingers massage my skull like he’s fascinated with it.
“I just don’t like it.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Why?”
I don’t know myself.
And his caring act won’t distract me from his demonic soul.
I wiggle away from his hold. “What were you thinking about earlier?”
He goes back to stroking my hair like he can’t stop himself from doing it. “Earlier?”
“In class!”
“When Mrs Stone caught you fantasising?”
My cheeks heat and I turn my away. “That’s not true.”
“Liar.” His voice drips with a seductive drawl. “You were reliving last night, weren’t you? Was it the part where I had my tongue inside your hot, wet pussy while you screamed my name and —”
“Aiden!” I place a hand in front of his mouth. Mortification tugs at my stomach as I search around to see if anyone heard.
He removes my hand but doesn’t release it as he cocks his head to the side. “Why are you embarrassed about that?”
“Are you serious? Of course, I’d be embarrassed.”
“I fantasised about you all night, do you see me embarrassed about it?”
“You’re a different species.” I doubt he even knows what embarrassment means.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t turn this into a you versus me argument.”
“Then what is it about? Enlighten me.”
“Own your sexuality, Elsa.” He grips my hand in a possessive hold. “You sure as fuck have an abundance of it and I don’t plan to let it go to waste.”
“Stop being so crude. I’m supposed to focus in class.”
“So you were thinking about it.” He smirks. “Are you wet?”
“No.”
“Come on,” he pushes. “Admit it.”
“What if I am?” I cross my arms, all the pent up frustration rising to the surface. “What are you going to do about it? Fuck me at school and risk having both of us expelled? Oh, wait. Your father owns the school, so it doesn’t matter if you get caught. You can even get away with murder, right? I’ll be the one to be thrown out after they make it look like I seduced his majesty Aiden King. After all, you’re king and I’m a fucking nobody.”
It’s only after my outburst that I realise how fantastic it feels to throw his words back at him. He used them to belittle me and put me in my place before, but now they’re smashed straight in his face.
I lift my chin, daring him to say anything.
His left eye twitches, but his expression remains unreadable. “Watch that mouth.”
“Or what?”
“Or I will fuck it.”
“Screw you, Aiden. Okay? You don’t get to push my buttons the entire time and only expect yes, your majesty. At your order, your majesty. What do you want next, your majesty? Should I lie down and spread my legs for you? Would you get me out of your system if I let you fuck me?”
I pant after my outburst.
I don’t even know what the hell is wrong with me, but I’m so pissed off about Silver’s words and his casual attitude. He’ll always get what he wants and eventually, he’ll get bored of me and leave.
I want him to leave now because I can feel my walls crumbling, and if I let him inside, he’ll just destroy me like he said the first time we met.
He’ll be the storm that only leaves havoc in its wake.
I’d rather take the bullying rather than lose myself to him.
“No.”
I gawk. “No?”
“Spreading your legs won’t get you out of my system. I love owning your body, but that’s not the only thing I’m interested in.”
“Then what else do you want?”
His voice drops in a haunting whisper. “Every. Fucking. Thing.”
My mouth parts open, but no words come out.
Ronan saves me when he slams into Aiden’s back. The latter holds his position as a grinning Ronan circles his shoulder with an arm.
“Yo, King! Time for lunch.”
Aiden cuts him a glare, but his voice is calm. “You’ve had a death wish since yesterday.”
“Oops, bad timing?” His inquisitive eyes bounce from me to Aiden.
The latter continues to glare at him. “Leave.”
“I’m wounded, mate.” He massages his chest. “Words like that trigger my abandonment issues.”
My eyes widen as I swallow. “You have abandonment issues?”
He nods, staring at Aiden from under his lashes. “And he keeps reminding me of them. Connard.”
“Hey!” I nudge Aiden. “That can scar him.”
He just watches me with amusement like he’s enjoying the show.
“I’m already taking therapy,” Ronan continues.
“Shut the fuck up or the only therapy you’ll take is for your broken nose.”
“Not the nose, King.” Ronan hides his nose. “This shit is aristocratic.”
“Not when I’m done with it.”