Page 8 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“Do you remember the first time you sucked my cock? You were so innocent, so inexperienced. You wanted to please me. I could feel it in you. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? I made you so reliant on me. You’d do anything for me.”

The way he said those things made me shiver. He wasn’t wrong. I was aware how fucked up it had all been, but he’d let me walk away and I’d come back. Come back because I loved him and I wanted everything he gave me. Isn’t that the saying? Let someone go and if it’s meant to be, they’ll come back to you?

There’d been so little choice in the beginning of our relationship, at least for me. The day I’d left changed everything. It had forced Aiden to confront the truth of what he’d done and how he’d felt about me. And it had changed everything between us. Everything but this. When he took control of me in the bedroom. When I chose to submit.

“You drive me fucking crazy, princess. I want to be nestled between your legs, inside your heat, it’s the sweetest fucking ecstasy.”

He pulled out of my mouth and shifted back.

“I shouldn’t give you this, but I need it. I want to make you scream.”

Before I had a chance to make a sound, he was wedged between my legs and pressing inside me. His cock stretched me, making me groan.

“Fuck, so fucking hot and wet.”

“Aiden…”

He captured my mouth, sealing away anything I’d wanted to say to him. His thrusts weren’t gentle. He gripped my hips and fucked me, pressing deeper each time.

“Marry me.”

Were we going to keep coming back to this? Him asking whilst he was brutally fucking me felt a little more appropriate given the nature of our relationship.

“I love you, princess,” he whispered against my lips. “I want you forever. Take my name. Be my wife. Marry me.”

His fingers drove between us, finding my clit as he stroked and fucked me. I cried out, unable to move because of how he’d tied me up and his bulk on top of me.

What was I really scared of? The fact that it was too soon? The fact that we weren’t safe? Hell, I had to stop thinking like this. I was Aiden’s and he was mine. We’d established that the day I left him. This was just an extension of that. Could I really think of Aiden as my husband?

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left my lips, I felt myself fall right off the edge. I bucked against him, explosions going off along every inch of my skin. I didn’t get to see Aiden’s reaction to my answer. He didn’t miss a beat, fucking me whilst I clenched and trembled around him.

I panted, opening my eyes as I stared up at him. He’d stilled, watching me with an unreadable expression.

“Say that again.”

I bit my lip.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

His eyes softened. He leant down, capturing my mouth as he thrust inside me again. He fucked me hard until he grunted in my mouth, going rigid as he came too. He pulled away, resting his forehead on mine.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Agreeing to be my wife.”

I smiled. I still had so many reservations about what we were doing, but there was one overriding factor.

I loved Aiden.

He loved me.

And that was the only reason I needed to say yes.

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