Tremors jolt through my limbs and goosebumps cover my skin despite the warm water.
“You can run but you can never escape me, sweetheart.”
“Mmm,” I mumble against his hand.
That’s when I take the rest of him.
He’s naked.
The water soaks him in a second. Like an exotic model, his jet black hair sticks to his forehead.
The droplets of water travel down the ridges of his muscled chest and his abs.
His strong thigh barges between mine and that’s when I recall that I’m also naked.
My hands fly up, clawing at his arms so he’ll release me. Aiden pushes me with ease. My back hits the tiled wall.
I gasp at the violent impact.
It’s like that night in my room all over again.
This is the scary side of Aiden. The side that takes without boundaries.
The side that only leaves havoc in his wake.
“Did you mistake my silence for approval, Frozen?” His chilling tone tickles my skin like a dark promise.
If he’s calling me Frozen, then I should be scared.
This isn’t the Aiden who sometimes tries to restrain himself.
No. This is Aiden at his worst unhinged self.
The bully. The devil.
My spine jerks upright against the cold tiles and my lips tremble under his hand.
“Is it fun to defy me, hmm?” He thrusts his hips forward. An unmistakable erection slides between my legs and against my folds.
I whimper, shaking my head.
He doesn’t stop.
I’m starting to think that Aiden doesn’t know how to stop.
His chest crushes my breasts as if he can’t get close enough or torment me hard enough.
“Being mine isn’t a choice,” he says in that scarily calm tone. “It’s a fucking reality.”
He reaches his free hand between us and wraps two fingers around my throbbing nipple. He squeezes so hard, I nearly topple over with pain.
I cry out, but the sound is muffled by his hand.
He presses his fingers harder as if engraving his words into my body.
My body isn’t the only thing he’s interested in.
He’s also trying to reach into my soul and write those words in black, permanent ink.
Tears barge into my eyes, but I swallow them inside.
“You can fight me on anything, but you don’t get to fight me on the fact that you’re mine.” He runs his tongue along the shell of my ear and bites down. “Is that clear?”
A whimper claws its way out, but I gather the strength to glare up at him.
“You think you have a choice, but you don’t. Not this time.” He meets my glare with his stormy eyes. “I won’t stop. Not now. Not fucking ever. Your fate has already been sealed, sweetheart.”
Those words draw a shudder from deep inside me. The need to fight pumps through my blood, but his steel hold shackles me in place.
The pad of his forefinger runs up and down my assaulted nipple. It takes all my self-restraint to hold in a moan.
What is he doing to me?
A voice in my head screams at me to run, hide and never return.
Aiden is batshit crazy. And apparently, I’m crazier if I feel this way in his arms.
My reaction to him scares the living bejesus out of me.
I’m not this girl. I won’t be a stop in his endless stops.
I try to push him away. He pinches my nipple again. A mixture of a whimper-moan leaves my lips.
Oh. God.
I mumble against his hand and fight.
I fight everything.
The tears.
The overwhelming sensations.
The tightening at the bottom of my stomach.
But most of all, I fight the part inside me that craves surrendering to Aiden’s touch.
That’s the hardest thing to fight. How can I fight myself and not lose?
How the hell did I let Aiden engrave himself into me this deep?
“If you scream.” He licks the water off my ear as he murmurs in a chilling low range, “You won’t like what they see when they come to find us.”
I gulp against his hand, my heartbeat skyrocketing.
“Be smart, sweetheart. You’ve been stupid enough this past week.”
He slowly removes his hand, but he doesn’t step back. If anything, he pushes me further into the wall so my back and arse are glued to the tiles.
I gasp for air, breathing through my nose and then my mouth.
I stare at his punishing dark eyes.
At the cruelty.
At the determination.
At the water forming rivulets down the hard lines of his face.
A wave of sadness and injustice flares through me. Soon, all those emotions turn into boiling rage.
How dare he?
How fucking dare he?
“What part of ‘we’re over’ do you not understand?” I ask with the calmest tone I can manage.
If I scream then I’ll start crying and I promised to never show this dickhead my tears again.
He narrows his eyes. “What did I just say about being smart?”
“We’re over.” I breathe so hard, it’s almost like I’m choking on air. “We’re fucking over, Aiden.”
“I never agreed to that.”
“You never agreed to that?” I repeat, incredulous. “So in your mind, we’re still together?”
“We are.” He doesn’t even miss a beat.
“If we’re still together and you took Silver to your pool, do you know what that means?” I hit his chest with a closed fist, feeling my walls cracking. “It means you cheated on me. I told you it’s over when you cheat on me.”
“But you said we aren’t together.” His infuriating poker face is on. “It’s not cheating when you dumped me in front of the entire school.”
“Fuck you, Aiden!” I pound both my palms on his chest. “Fuck. You!”
He grabs both my wrists in his strong hand and slams them on the tiles atop my head.
His shoulders strain with tension even as his face remains a calm façade. “Nothing happened with Queens.”
“Don’t lie to me! I saw —”
His mouth slams to mine, cutting off my outburst.
He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and then plunges his tongue inside, taking claim of mine. His hard muscles mould to my softer curves as he ravages my mouth.
It’s one of his animalistic, out-of-control kisses. I can only stand there in full stupefaction as he sucks the life out of me.
A part of me wants to let go.
A part of me wants that pleasure he always wrenches out of my body.
A part of me yearns for the intensity. The freedom of letting go.
But that part is a fucking idiot.
That part forgot that Aiden has a revenge plot against me. That he took Silver to his pool when it should’ve been our place.
That part needs to be eradicated.
I bite down on his lower lip so hard, a metallic taste explodes on my tongue.
I thought that would stop him. Just like at the party.
I thought wrong.
After all, the same trick doesn’t work twice. At least not on someone like Aiden.
If I’ve taken him by surprise once, he’ll make sure it never happens again.
He grinds his hips against mine and continues kissing me savagely. His hand cradles my face to pin me in place as he smears his blood all over my lips and tongue.
He makes me taste him. Taste what I did to him. This time, he doesn’t let me go. He makes me feel it over and over again as he twirls his tongue against mine.