Page 131 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

“How long have you been there?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see it.”

I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his back and pressing my face to his chest. He stroked my hair.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“You should’ve woken me up.”

“You looked peaceful. Didn’t want to disturb you. Besides, I know what your idea of helping me sleep would’ve been.”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t have liked it?”

I shook my head. He knew I wouldn’t say no to a workout session with him even though he’d more than satisfied me earlier in the day.

“No. This just gave me a chance to work on something without you peering over my shoulder.”

“Is that something for me?”

“Maybe.”

He leant down and nibbled my ear.

“I still don’t like surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.”

He spun us around and pressed me up against the wall. His mouth found my ear again.

“What I’d like right now is my cock in your tight pussy.”

And just like that, Aiden made me ache and grow wet with one sentence. I clenched my thighs together, heat pooling in my core. His fingers went to my shorts, tugging them down along with my underwear. He bit down on my earlobe when he pressed a hand between my legs.

“Always ready for me. You make me fucking crazy. All I can think about is you. How much I want you. Need you. Fuck.”

“Need me?”

“Yes, I fucking need you. You’re mine.”

He plunged two fingers inside me without warning. I cried out, hands clutching at his waist.

“Don’t you get it by now, Avery? Don’t you know how I feel?”

How he felt? He’d barely told me anything about his feelings other than his innate desire to stick his cock in me. Aiden was very vocal about that part. About all the ways he wanted to fuck me. But his real feelings? He was silent on those.

“No, I don’t.”

He pulled me away from the wall and walked backwards towards the sofa, tugging off his boxers in the process. He sat down and stared up at me.

“Sit on my cock.”

I straddled him and sunk down on his length, inch by inch. He grunted, tugging off my hoodie and t-shirt and running his fingers over my breasts. He leant down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I gripped his shoulders, stifling a moan. He held my hips, encouraging me to ride him.

“So fucking beautiful. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”

I stared down at him. His eyes were full of heat.

“Tell me how you feel,” I whispered.

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