“Like father, like son, princess.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re nothing like him.”

“No? Do you think what I want from you is normal?”

It was my turn to take his face in my hands. I didn’t see him as anything but the man I loved. Who gave a shit if he was normal or not. I didn’t want fucking normal. I wanted him. Aiden. Just the way he was.

“Normal is overrated.”

He looked down, not meeting my eyes.

“You know, it kills me to admit this… but I saw him once… with her.”

“With your mother?”

He nodded slowly.

“That’s when I first knew he was my father. I mean I didn’t know his name. I just saw him from behind. Saw him…”

He peeled my hands off his face, shaking his head.

“Saw him what?”

“He was fucking her. I mean I was only six at the time, but I knew what sex was back then because I’d seen it. Except I was confused because he was… Fuck. He was giving it to her up her arse and I didn’t know what the hell that meant at the time, only that it fascinated me, you know, that anyone would want to stick their dick there. Because he was clearly enjoying it even if she wasn’t.”

I stared at him, trying to comprehend why he was telling me this.

“You think that’s why you want…”

“No… I mean I don’t know. I guess I wanted to know why and when I did finally… I understood. It makes me a little sick to think he’s the reason I ever wanted to do that in the first place. It has nothing to do with my mother. I don’t think of her like that.”

I took his hand. I could feel the self-hatred radiating off him in waves. No wonder he was so messed up about this shit. The things he’d had to witness. The shit he’d had to go through as a child. It broke my heart all over again. I’d known he had a fucking tough time growing up, but he kept landing me with further bombshells.

“Aiden… there’s nothing wrong with you,” I told him. “Wanting that doesn’t make you sick or wrong.”

“Doesn’t it? I made you give that to me even though I don’t think you ever really wanted it in the first place.”

So fucking what if I hadn’t ever thought about it before I met him. I’d tried it and I liked it. No… I loved it. I loved everything about our sex life. Even if I’d been completely unprepared for Aiden’s desires, I found myself adoring them just as much as he did. I loved what he did to me. I craved it. I wanted to be at his mercy. To have him take me ruthlessly. Tie me up. Fuck me every which way he could.

“Hey, enough. You’ve never made me do anything sexually that I didn’t want or agree to so don’t start. Don’t forget who got drunk and asked you to take her virginity in the first place.”

I saw a small smile play on his lips before he looked up at me.

“You were spectacularly drunk that night. You stomped off like a little kitten who was denied her cream. I was trying not to smile because you looked so fucking cute.”

“Excuse me? I was really upset with you. And embarrassed.”

He reached for me, pulling me into his lap and holding me to his chest as he stroked my back. I curled my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder. Hell, he smelt so good. He felt so fucking wonderful. Aiden had always made me feel so safe. Even when I’d known it was a bad idea to let him in.

“I didn’t want you to do something you later regretted because you were drunk.”

“I only got that drunk so I had the courage to ask you to.”

It was true. I’d never really admitted it to myself at the time, but I was terrified of the whole thing. A part of me knew I wanted it with Aiden, wanted to know what it felt like, but the other half was scared shitless. I felt so vulnerable. Even though he’d had me at his mercy several times over, giving him that seemed like far more of a big deal than letting him tie me up.

Now I felt stupid that I’d made such a huge deal out of the whole thing because having Aiden fuck me there was the sweetest ecstasy. There was something so primal and unforgiving about it all.

“Is it so fucking terrible that I can’t get the image of you splayed out for me so I can fuck you there out of my head despite what’s happened this evening?”