I just about melted on the spot. I wanted him to lay me down on the bed, put me in that harness of his and let him use my body for his pleasure. Somewhere along the line, I’d embraced my own need to be completely at Aiden’s mercy. I wanted the restraints just as much as he did. Just thinking about them made my insides clench.

Now was not the time. Not when I had a job to do. It might be the most important evening of my life. Having one up on Frazier Shaw would make this all worthwhile.

I pulled away, staring up into his beautiful features. My avenging angel. I wanted him so fucking much, I could barely think straight.

“This might not be the right time to ask this, but when tonight is done and we’ve got what we need… Can we celebrate with…?”

“With what?”

I trailed a finger down his chest, staring at it intently.

“I liked what you did the first night we stayed at mine.”

He put a finger under my chin, turning my gaze back up to his. The darkness in them simmered with heat.

“You did?”

“Yes… I realise you were punishing me over the James thing, but the way you took complete control, how you spoke to me… it did things to me. I want you to do it again. I want to be at your mercy like that. Fuck, Aiden, it was so hot. Maybe it’s really fucked up, but I don’t care. We’re fucked up together.”

I’d never actually voiced out loud how I felt about that night. It had been a couple of months ago, but hell, right now, all I really wanted was for Aiden to help me forget about everything else. I wanted to drown in my husband. I needed it. Desired it. Craved it. It pulsed in my veins. My nerves tingled.

He leant down towards me, brushing his lips over mine as he cupped my backside with one hand, pressing me into his hard cock.

“You want to be tied up so you can’t move and fucked within an inch of your life in all three of your tight holes?”

His deep, rich voice vibrated right through me. I squirmed, nodding. I wanted it more than anything.

“Shit, princess. You have no idea what the fuck you do to me.”

“I think I do.”

I ground into him, my stomach rubbing against his cock. He groaned in response.

“It’d be my fucking pleasure to put you back in the harness and use you like you want me to. Fuck, Avery, why did you have to bring this up now?”

The thought of what I had to do this evening terrified me. Losing myself to Aiden was the only way I could cope with that fear.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I wish you’d told me before, but things have been so crazy. I know now… and trust me, when I do tie you up, you’ll know exactly how it feels to be mine and at my mercy.”

I shivered. I was already Aiden’s and had been at his mercy from the day we’d met. I wanted him in control. Putting me through my paces. Pushing me to my limits. Making me come so hard I no longer knew what was up or down. I craved everything about this man. The man who’d become my sole focus in life. My husband.

I kissed him again before I pulled away. He released me although I could see his reluctance to in his eyes. They roamed down my body, falling on my heaving chest. I was so fucking turned on. The pull between us pulsed. Aiden set me on fire and I’d just well and truly stoked the flames.

“Fuck, princess.”

He pushed me against the cupboard door, my hair wrapped in his fist as he dragged his teeth down my neck.

“We can’t.”

Who was I fucking kidding? I had maybe an hour before John picked me up but making myself look like the perfect wife to be would take time and I needed a shower if Aiden was going to fuck me.

He released himself from the confines of his clothes. When his bare cock rubbed against my stomach, it felt like fire against my skin. He was so hot. He dragged me away from the door and pressed me down on the rug on the floor. Both of us were too consumed by each other to move to the bed. He tugged aside my underwear and thrust inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into his t-shirt.

“Fuck, Aiden.”

“So wet for me. Wanting your husband to fuck you without holding back, hmm?”