Page 109 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

“You’ll fucking get it next time.”

Gone was the polite boy I’d met at the door. The love and friendship between the two of them was clear. And I fucking hated it. I wanted her to be that free with me. Instead, we fought each other more often than not. Freedom was had when we touched each other. I saw it in her expression. She craved the connection between us. Craved me. Craved my control.

Fuck. I needed to bury my dick in her. The quick fuck against the wall wasn’t enough. No. I wanted to fuck her into next week. And I would as soon as he left.

Avery shifted closer to me, grabbing my arm off the back of the sofa and wrapping it around her.

“No, you won’t. Unless you want to fight Aiden.”

James blanched at the prospect.

“Hey, that is unfair.”

“I don’t play fair or did you forget the time Dante thought it was you who broke his Lego collection?”

“I still haven’t forgiven you for that.”

My hand curled around her stomach, holding her closer.

Dante? Why is that name familiar?

“Dante is James’ older brother,” Avery said, eying me with a smile.

Dante Benson. Eldest son of Zachary, the designer. Benson was a name you didn’t mess with. Never met them, but Chuck always said they were a bunch of stuck up cunts. I guess it’s why he tolerated James rather than sending him away.

“I remember,” I said.

“Fucking Dante can go to hell,” James mumbled.

“They don’t get along,” Avery said.

James stared at my arm around her. When Avery noticed, she sat up straighter and pushed me away.

What the fuck is she playing at?

She shot me an apologetic look before picking up her tea.

“So… It’s okay for me and James to stay in touch, right? Now he knows.”

“Yes.”

I didn’t see why not if he kept his mouth shut.

“Thank you.”

She put a hand on my knee. My cock jerked. This touching had to stop. Did she have any clue how fucking much I wanted to bend her over the sofa? I wouldn’t care if her friend saw.

“Um, Ave, where’s the bathroom?” James asked.

“Oh, the door opposite the kitchen.”

He got up and ambled off towards it. I took the mug out of Avery’s hands, placed it on the coffee table and gripped her face. Her eyes went wide.

“Aiden…?”

“Shut up.”

When I heard the bathroom door close, I kissed her. She mewed in protest, shoving against me, but I didn’t let go. Shoving my tongue in her mouth, I tasted her sweetness. Fuck. I wanted her so much. My other hand ran up her inner thigh, brushing against her clit through her jeans. She jerked in my hold. Then she bit my tongue. I grunted, pulling away.

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