Page 31 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

Chapter Seven

Avery

The sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains. I woke up disoriented and confused. I was too hot. Opening my eyes, I found my limbs tangled up with Aiden’s. He was still asleep. I could tell by his steady breathing.

Fucking hell. Last night. Last fucking night. The memory made my face burn. I couldn’t believe I’d actually encouraged it. Wanted it. Wanted him. Feeling his cock digging into my bum made me lose all my stupid common sense. It hadn’t been enough. Even though I’d come so hard I thought I was going to pass out. No. The sick, sick part of me wanted Aiden to fuck me for real. Wanted him to tear my clothes off.

Touch me.

Kiss me.

Bite me.

Fuck me.

I stifled a groan. How could I? Especially to Peter. We’d never had the conversation about exclusivity, but it still wasn’t right. Aiden was the man who’d murdered my parents. I couldn’t afford to forget that. Not even when I’d told him I was his. I hated that it was true.

When I felt him shift against me, I knew he was awake. His free hand ran down my side and lower until he’d cupped my bum. I froze, stiffening.

“Did you sleep okay?” he murmured.

“Yes.”

He raised his head, staring down at me with a frown.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re tense.”

I spluttered, unable to form words. How could I say anything when I’d dry humped his dick last night like it was going out of business?

“Don’t bullshit me right now, Avery.”

“I can’t. This, I don’t even know what the fuck this is, but I can’t.”

His brow furrowed further.

“Can’t what?”

“What happened between us last night. That. I can’t do that.”

His eyes flashed with anger.

“I wasn’t fucking asking you to do anything. Do you think just because we helped each other out that it meant something? Let me be clear. It didn’t.”

Except I knew he was lying. It meant a whole fucking great deal of things. Things neither of us wanted to admit.

He tore away from me, stalking out of the bed. Pulling open one of the sliding doors of his cupboards, he pointed at it.

“Your stuff is in there. Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.”

He pulled a few things out of his own cupboard before storming out of the room. Holy shit. I’d really pissed him off. A part of me wanted to run after him and take back what I’d said. The idiotic part of me. The other part was angry.

How fucking dare he say that to me? Meaningless? I’d show him meaningless. He fucking well wanted me as much as I wanted him. I remembered the way he’d said my name. Told me to come on his cock.

I jumped out of bed and dressed, leaving my pyjamas folded neatly on the pillow. It was time I gave that man a piece of my mind. Walking into the kitchen, I found him fully dressed with a glass of his protein shake in his hand.

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