Page 29 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“I don’t fucking trust him.”

She pressed closer, her whole body flush with mine. I felt every soft curve and fuck did it not help matters. My fingers slipped under her t-shirt, brushing across her bare skin.

“Me either. I feel like he keeps trying to get me on side so he can manipulate me.”

Her body distracted me. I knew she could feel my cock pressed into her stomach, but she didn’t say or do anything about it. Fuck. I’d already had her earlier. Had her in that dress, on her hands and knees in our bed. And right now, I wanted to tie her up even though she was exhausted.

“Most likely,” I whispered, pressing my face into her hair and breathing in.

She smelt of coconut, her perfume and sex. It made my cock twitch in anticipation of being buried deep inside her. I pushed up her t-shirt slightly so I could have access to her skin, needing it against mine. It wasn’t enough. I wanted her fully naked body pressed against me.

“Take your clothes off, princess.”

She shifted, staring up at me.

“I’m tired, Aiden.”

“Clothes, please. I want to feel you.”

She sighed but tugged her t-shirt over her head before discarding the rest of her clothes. I didn’t take my boxers off because I knew if I did, I wouldn’t hold back. I pressed her to me, savouring the way her skin felt against mine.

“Thank you,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“This is really all you wanted?”

“Mmmhmm.”

She kissed my chest, wrapping her arm around me again.

“You don’t usually ask me to sleep naked.”

“Feeling you soothes me, princess.”

I trailed my fingers down her spine. She trembled at my touch, so I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I brushed my fingers over her side and down across her stomach. Her breathing became a little heavier and her palm flattened on my back.

It struck me that we didn’t argue or fight over what happened with Chuck this evening. A couple of months ago, we’d be at each other’s throats leading to explosive makeup sex. Now, we just talked and it felt good. Although, I couldn’t deny I missed the desperate way we fucked each other. The anger and the pain bleeding into it. I just didn’t want that with her now. I hated Avery experiencing any sort of pain or hurt.

“Aiden,” she breathed, pulling me back to the present where I was still stroking her skin.

“Mmm?”

“Please.”

She trembled in my hold. I had a feeling I knew what she was asking, but I wanted her to tell me. Wanted her to say it.

“Please what?”

“Touch me, please.”

“I am.”

She bucked, moaning quietly.

“No, touch me properly.”

“You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“Aiden, please.”

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