Page 64 of Aiden

He lifts my chin. “Just because you’re what, Emilia?” His voice is husky as he slides my robe off partially and kisses my bare shoulder.

I take my bottom lip between my teeth and shrug, wanting him to say it.

“So many things I can call you.” He slides a hand up my thigh.

“My girlfriend?” He trails a long finger up my inner thigh, torturing me with his teasing.

“My fuck toy.” He growls, sliding my panties to the side and slips his finger in.

I wrap my arms around his neck, whimpering as I rock my hips while he slowly pumps it in and out of me.

“But I prefer mine.” He growls, carrying me inside. He holds me tightly as I keep my legs wrapped around him. We’re insatiable, neither of us can keep our hands off each other. “No more questions tonight, understand?”

I moan as he fingers me while he carries me. So strong and effortless.

I melt in his arms as his husky voice rumbles in my ear.

“All I want is to fuck you senseless tonight.”

Nineteen

Istretch lazily against the silk sheets. I get up in a daze and pull on my robe. My eyes slide to the clock on the nightstand. Nine twenty-two. Aiden left for work hours ago. I feel guilty I didn’t get to see him off. But I’m so thankful we had some one on one-time last night, it’s always so perfect when we become tangled in the sheets together.

The elevator chimes as I stumble into the kitchen to get some water. Assuming it’s my bodyguard, I walk over to greet him. His back is to me as he stands rigid in the elevator.

“Sir?”

He doesn’t respond.

Puzzled, I reach out tentatively, shrieking when his body falls back and thumps against the hard floor. I stare into his lifeless eyes, blood oozing out from a hole in his head. My stomach clenches.

Terror courses through me when a smiling Lucio Matarazzo steps over the prone body and waltz through the doors.

Didn’t Aiden kill him? He shot him in the chest. Did he wear a vest?

Oh my God.

No time to think, I spin around and run for the bedroom. My eyes dart around in search of my phone, but I don’t see it. Hearing his heavy footsteps coming for me, I rush into the bathroom and lock the door.

I’ll hide in here until Aiden gets home.

My hope vanishes when I hear wood creaking. No, not creaking. Breaking, and snapping. My eyes widen as the heavy wooden bathroom door dips in, forced opened with brute force.

Lucio stands in the doorframe, laughing. With quick movements, he makes his way to me.

I tremble in fear, but I can’t move. He brings a greasy hand to my throat, lifting me off the cold bathroom. I tremble as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear, a smile taking over his lips.

“Oh, sweet girl.” His words are heavily accented; his Italian features dark and sinister.

A shimmer catches my eye and I look down. A sharp blade sits clenched between his hands. Fear courses through my veins. Not for me, but for Aiden.

“Please, just kill me. Don’t hurt him,” I beg. The words are distant, everything feels distant.

He laughs in my face. “Oh, that’s what I plan on. Killing you and sitting by your dead body until your lover arrives home to find you bled out on the floor.” He smiles.

I clench my fist to hit him, but before I can move, he plunges the long knife into my abdomen. The feeling of the metal slicing into my skin makes me shriek in terror and inexplainable pain. I look down as he twists the knife inside my stomach. How have I not passed out from the blood loss and pain? Shock halts me as I stare in disbelief, watching as blood pools and stains my robe. A blood-curdling scream echoes throughout the room, begging for him to take it out.

Why is he twisting it? Why is this happening to me?

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