Page 57 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

“Hey, I can walk.”

“Really? You were about to fall over.”

He set me down on the sofa. It was open plan with a kitchen and dining table in the corner. There were two doors off the room. I assumed the bathroom and bedroom.

“It’s late, but we still should eat.”

Clearly, he’d stopped on the way and got some food in as two bags sat on the kitchen counter.

“Where are we?”

“Near the Devon moors and before you ask, I own this place.”

“You own it?”

He shrugged.

“I have a few places.”

My family dealt in property. I shouldn’t be surprised by this, but I was a little. He’d be well compensated for what he did for them.

“Why here?”

“Because it’s far enough away from London.”

He said no more as he started to sort us out dinner. I sat quietly, watching him. I was always entranced by the way Aiden moved with such precision. It was as if each step was calculated carefully.

“Do you like what you see?”

I jumped at the sound of his voice.

“What?”

“You’re watching me.”

My face felt hot immediately. He’d caught me staring. Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me? I had no answer for him. I looked down at my hands, suddenly very interested in my fingernails. I heard him chuckling and I swear my face burnt hotter.

Note to self: do not stare at the man who wants to use you in his personal war like you want him to tear your clothes off and give you the ride of your life.

We didn’t say much to each other when Aiden served up dinner. I felt awkward and he seemed lost in his own thoughts. I wanted to ask him what we were really doing here, but I knew he wouldn’t answer me.

I washed up when we were done as the cottage didn’t have a dishwasher.

Aiden left me alone and took a shower. I could’ve walked out the door, but I didn’t. What would be the point when he’d just chase me down and haul me back. Then I’d be in serious trouble. No. I wouldn’t leave Aiden. Not now because this stupid girl had got a case of the feelings for the man who’d killed her parents. Feelings she really didn’t understand.

I went into the bedroom, which Aiden had pointed out, and found our stuff on top of the desk near the bed. I guess we’d be sharing again. I wasn’t quite sure what else I expected. Aiden seemed to want me close.

Changing into pyjamas, I got in bed. How I was still tired was beyond me. I snuggled into the covers, feeling their warmth encompass me.

A moment later, the door to the bedroom opened and in the low light, I could see he was towelling off his hair. He’d put a t-shirt and boxers on. My mouth watered at the sight of him and my insides clenched.

Would this ever end? My desperate attraction to him was beginning to be a curse. It was only this morning when we’d fought with each other over Peter and I’d admitted I wanted him to fuck me. It felt like longer.

He pottered around the room for a moment before he crawled in beside me. My fingers itched. My body suddenly felt on high alert. The air in my lungs didn’t seem like it was enough to sustain me any longer. I had no idea what it felt like to be tortured, but this was making my brain hurt. He’d already pleasured me earlier, so why did I still need more? Why wouldn’t these cravings go away?

His hands snaked around my hips and he tugged me against him. I felt his cock digging into me. His heart hammered against my back. Heat radiated off him, seeping into me.

“Fuck, I want you, Avery,” he growled.

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