Page 96 of Sacrifice (Corrupt Empire 2)

“You’re the one who needs taking care of, not me.”

She smiled. The world fucking stopped along with my heart.

“We take care of each other.”

She was right, as usual. Avery soothed my broken soul and I gave her all of me in return. I’d never let her go. Never again would I ruin things between us or ask her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.

She rocked her hips back and forth against mine. Her heat and the tightness of her causing me to groan. Fuck. Winding her hands into my hair, she kissed me again. This time it wasn’t tentative or sweet. It was desperate and all-consuming. Her tongue melded with mine, her movements increasing as she rose and fell on me again. Fuck. I gripped one of her hips, whilst my other hand drove between her legs, fingers finding her clit.

She rode me harder as I stroked her. Her body vibrated with need. I felt her climax building inside her, the heat of her pussy reaching fucking boiling point. I grunted from the effort of holding back my own. This was about what she needed, not me.

She pulled away from me, burying her face in my neck as she shook. Her fingers dug into my shoulder. I could feel each clench and pulse as she came apart.

“Aiden. Oh fuck, Aiden.”

Hearing my name on her lips was my complete undoing. I grunted, holding onto her hip and pressing deep inside her as I came too.

We stayed locked in each other’s arms for a long moment after I’d collapsed against the wall, taking her with me.

Her lips pressed a kiss to my jaw.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No, but I feel a little better now.”

I stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head.

“Why don’t you dry your hair and get dressed. I’ll make you some tea and you can tell me in your own time what happened.”

She kissed my jaw again.

“Okay.”

She shifted off me, grabbing the towel from the floor and going back in the bathroom. I used my discarded t-shirt to clean up before standing and pulling my boxers and jeans back up. I dumped my t-shirt in the wash basket in the bedroom before going through into the kitchen. Flipping the kettle on, I pulled out two mugs and put tea bags in them.

When I was done, I took the mugs through into the living room, set them down on the coffee table and sat on the sofa. A few minutes later, she walked in with her hair tied up in a loose bun dressed in pyjamas. There were little birds printed all over the bottoms. She sat down on the sofa next to me, curling her legs up underneath her.

I picked up a mug and handed it to her. She took a sip, smiling a little over the rim of the mug. I leant over and kissed her forehead.

“You’re so good to me,” she whispered.

I wasn’t all the time, but when she really needed me, I put my shit aside and tried to be the man she deserved.

“I love you.”

It was that simple. Love drove me to keep her safe and happy. Love was changing me. She was the reason for my existence in this fucked up world.

“I don’t know who took me. All he wanted was a conversation and he showed me things I really didn’t want to see.”

“A conversation?”

She nodded.

“He hid his voice, it was some kind of robotic thing instead which was weird. He seemed very interested in our relationship. He knew things… intimate details. He talked about you like he knew you. It scared me. He said he’d been keeping you under surveillance.”

I picked up my own mug and gulped down half of it to try and settle my fucking nerves. What the actual fuck?

“Then he started talking about your mother, asking me if you’d told me who killed her. He said you were there the night she died. He told me to ask you who you think it was and what happened. And then… and then he showed me something, I don’t know if I can repeat what it was.”

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