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“MaybeI’mthe one taking advantage,” I say, guiding his hands to my shirt, thenundermy shirt. Goosebumps try to prick me, like a nervous signal telling me to stop, but I refuse to listen.

“Oh, fuck,” he says fiercely as he tickles over my belly and up to my breasts. “Your nipples feel so damn horny.”

I laugh, but it comes out more like a moan. “Nipples can behorny?”

“You tell me.”

He moves his fingers over my nipples, making me feel … I don’t even know. It’s different from last night when he was rubbing me. This is new and wildly interesting. It’s like there are two points of pleasure in my chest expanding, teasing, and warmth blossoming through my body.

Our bodies move together, his manhood grinding against me over and over, his hips driving up as though he wishes there was nothing between us—just our bodies, the wetness, and the heat.

“I need to suck your perfect nipples,” he growls, sitting up but still with our bodies pressed close. This brings us ever nearer to each other. “Lift your arms up.”

I do as he says, constantly fighting the small voice telling me I’m going to look silly, going to make a fool of myself. When I see his eyes open wide, his mouth shaping into an “o” of awe, it all fades away. He leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and groaning as he smooths his hand over my back.

His tongue swirls around my nipple, pleasure teasing and tickling all over me. I shift against him, gripping his big, muscular shoulders. Our hips are still moving, like we’re having sex, but with clothes on, his manhood grinding against the thin material of my shorts and making my core tingle like crazy.

“Oh, Aiden,” I whisper. “I think if you keep …”

“I can feel it,” he growls, his breath warm over my bare chest. “I can feel how close you are. The orgasm. Oh, fuck. You were made for me.”

“What?” I gasp.

He doesn’t reply. He keeps making those pleasure-filled noises as he rubs against me. Did I imagine that? I swear he said I wasmadefor him. I don’t even know what that means, except it makes me feel good, and it feels so, so true.

He doesn’t say it again, but then, I wouldn’t be able to hear him if he did. That all-consuming feeling slams into me like last night, except this one is even more intense. It’s how eager his tongue is, swirling around my nipple, sucking, and the noises he makes. He wants me so, so badly. It feels so good to be this desired, especially byhim.

My kidnapper. My stepbrother. My man.

You were made for me.

He kisses me before I can scream the apartment down with my orgasm, catching the pleasure. I moan through the kiss, struggling not to yell, as my underwear gets super wet and sticky and filled with lust. When I stop shaking, he leans back, ending the kiss, his cock still rock-hard against me.

“I want your tight virgin pussy so badly,” he moans. “I need it. I need to fill you with my dick. I need to own you. I need …”

Suddenly, he leaps up, jumping to the door, leaving me shirtless and confused on the floor. Then I realize why. Somebody’s coming in!

“Hello?” a woman’s voice says. “Is it okay to clean?”

“Sorry, Janine,” Aiden replies. “I’m just finishing up a workout. I won’t be long.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.”

“No, you have nothing to apologize for.” Even when stressed, he treats his staff with respect. That says a lot about him. “We … I won’t be long.”

“Okay, yes.”

He turns to me, his hand curled into a tight fist.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I hate the idea of anybody seeing you like this,” he says. “You’re just for me, Ania. Always. I’ll make sure nobody disturbs you while you get dressed.”

That’s the reason he gives for slipping out of the door, but something tells me it has more to do with what he said—the line he crossed. I’m just for him. I was made for him. As I pull my shirt back on, I wish he’d stayed in here just a little longer. Maybe I would’ve found the courage to tell him I was starting to feel the same.

CHAPTER 23

AIDEN

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