Page 43 of Make Her Bleed
"You need to eat. You can barely stomach that turkey, and it has practically no nutrition. That crap is highly processed and pretty gross. At least Nico is a good cook and uses all fresh ingredients."
The turkey was pretty disgusting and I actually like turkey. Aria doesn't. She thinks it tastes like puke. She told me last night that because of her dislike of the bird, she and Coach Patrick always have ham on holidays.
The fact that Kai knows she hates it and chose this as the one thing he lets her eat says how badly he wants to torment her.
"I can't eat this much food," she says uncertainty in her voice.
"Just eat what you want, baby," I mutter, and she snaps her eyes to me, gratitude clear in her slightly heated gaze.
"Thank you," she mouths before giving me a soft, sweet kiss.
She picks up the fork and cautiously takes a bite of eggs. She chews before letting out a moan of contentment.
"Oh, my god. These are like heaven," she mumbles.
The others laugh at her praise.
"Thank you, mi amor," Nico offers with a kind smile.
She returns it before chowing down. She eats half the eggs and a strip of bacon before she grabs the other piece of bacon and feeds it to me.
The guys are watching with fascination and awe as Aria stays in my lap and takes great pleasure in feeding me bacon then some toast.
It's quite adorable how she wants to take care of me in return.
"Are you full?" I ask.
She nods. "Thank you." Then, she gives me a big kiss before sliding off my lap. "I'm going to take a shower," she says, more energized than before.
"Was that an invitation?" I tease her as she sashays her sexy ass out of the kitchen.
She turns just her head to me and gives me a flirtatious wink. "What do you think, big boy?" She disappears into my room.
I all but scarf down the rest of the food on my plate as everyone stares at me.
"What?" I growl.
"How the fuck did you do that?" Rowe is the only one with the guts to answer.
"Do what?" I ask.
"Are you blind? You had her eating out of the palm of your hand, man!" Rowe is absolutely baffled.
I roll my eyes at him. "At the risk of sounding cliché, it's simple. I treated her like a fucking human being instead of a jack sleeve the way you dicks have, talked to her—reallytalked—listened to what she had to say, and helped her where I could. You guys have a lot to learn about women … unless she's a one-man woman. In that case, you guys have lost out due to your ignorance." I walk out of the kitchen, shrugging at the pissed-off glare Rowe sends my way.
I make my way down the hall and push open my bedroom door, not hearing any water running. I find Aria naked on the bed, her ass hanging off the edge, while her fingers work out her tension, soft moans slipping from her lips.
Well, fuck. No sight has ever been sexier than her pleasuring herself.
"What happened to the shower?" I growl as I stroll over to her, gripping her knees. She stares up at me and pleasure bursts through her eyes.
"I know you're going to want to fuck me in the shower. Might as well screw before getting in there." She whimpers as I watch her fingers circle her clit and push in and out of her soaking pussy.
She's so fucking tempting.
I push her hand away, drop to my knees, and take a nice, big taste of her sweet nectar.
I love the way she tastes. It's the sweetest fruit imaginable.
