Page 132 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

I was desperate to know now. Desperate to have confirmation it wasn’t just me. He reached up, holding my face in his hand as he ran his thumb across my lips.

“You’re my sun. You fucking glow like a beacon. Whenever you’re not with me, I’m fucking lost. I hate fighting with you, upsetting you. When I hurt you, it hurts me too. None of this makes any fucking sense, but I don’t care. I need you. Promise me you won’t leave. Promise me you’ll stay right here where you belong.”

My heart threatened to burst out of my chest. My nails dug into his shoulders. I read between the lines. I knew what he was trying to tell me, but couldn’t. I knew because I damn well felt the same thing.

“I promise I won’t leave you.”

How could I leave when he had all of me? He held my entire life in the palm of his hands. He owned me.

I rode him harder, needing fall deeper into this fucked up pit of insanity I was in with him. He grunted, his fingers digging into my hips.

“Fuck, that’s it. Fuck me, Avery.”

I groaned, throwing my head back as one of his hands snaked between my legs and his fingers brushed over my clit. This was the part I couldn’t explain to James. The insane chemistry and connection between Aiden and me. We burnt for each other. Craved each other. I was about ready to throw away my entire life just so I could be by his side. Be what he needed me to be. His.

How the fuck did I end up feeling this way about the man who’d murdered my parents in cold blood?

The honest truth.

I’d already forgiven Aiden for doing it. I understood. My dad wasn’t a good person. I had no clue why he’d taken away my mother too, but some part of me knew there was a good reason. No matter how much it hurt, Aiden soothed away the pain. Every time he was inside me, I forgot about the shit in my life. I forgot my family were evil and corrupt.

I leant down, pressing my face into his neck. He thrust back, matching my movements.

“I’d do anything for you,” I whispered. “Not just because I’m yours. I want to.”

My fingers threaded into his hair.

“And I forgive you for what happened that night. It doesn’t matter why you did it any more. All I care about is you and me. Promise you won’t leave me either.”

His fingers brushed over my clit faster. I cried out into his neck as shockwaves radiated from my core. I came apart in his arms, just as I always did when he was inside me.

When my trembling subsided, he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He got on the bed and lay me down, whilst still remaining inside me. He gripped my hip and thrust into me, over and over.

“I promise,” he whispered against my neck. “I fucking promise.”

Aiden came and came fucking hard. He moaned my name, pressing his cock so deep, it almost hurt. I could feel each pulse and spasm radiate through me.

And then he collapsed on top of me, pinning me down on the bed with his weight. I lay there for several moments until it became harder to breathe. I pushed at his shoulder.

“You’re squishing me,” I squeaked.

He grunted before rolling off me, throwing his arm across his face. I slipped from the bed and went into the bathroom. I didn’t linger when I was done, hurrying back to the bedroom. Aiden hadn’t moved. I curled up against his side, running my fingers across his chest.

“Did I wear you out?” I whispered.

I looked over at the clock blinking on the bedside table. An hour had passed. It wasn’t the first time we’d had sex in the middle of the night.

“What happened between you and Chuck?”

I froze. Where the hell had that question come from?

“Um, what? Is that really what you’re going to ask me right after we’ve just fucked?”

He lowered his arm from his face. His grey eyes glinted, his expression serious.

“Yes and if you don’t answer me, I’m going to fuck you again until you do.”

“What kind of threat is that?”

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