Aiden (The Emden Series Book 1)

by H. L. Swan

  Tomorrow, she’s in for it.

  Eleven

  Iwake in Aiden’s bed, tangled in his heavy comforter. I can’t remember how I got here.

  My head throbs from the fading light washing into the room, along with my hangover. My eyes finally adjust, and I see a glass of water and two Motrin on the nightstand. I groan as I take the medicine.

  Why does my ass hurt?

  Realization hits me, as everything that happened last night floods my hungover mind. I had fun when he showed up, but I feel ashamed for everything else. Not that I went to the club, but that I went out of spite, thinking he was supposed to be with Rebecca the night before.

  I should have texted Aiden. Then I wouldn’t have made a fool out of myself. But then we wouldn’t have played around, and I wouldn’t have discovered this new side of me.

  Why did I like his hands on me in such a firm manner?

  I stand sluggishly and stretch before grabbing my phone. My eyes widen when I see the time. Six p.m. I slept all day. Shit...I feel so guilty. I need to make it up to him, he needs to know how much I want him and no one else.

  I use the restroom and wipe the sleep from my eyes. The reflection in the bathroom mirror makes me gasp. I’m wearing one of Aiden’s button-ups. I wonder if he put it on me. Last night is a complete blur. When will he be home? I can text him but I’m not sure if I should.

  I hurry and make myself looker better, sexier. I slap on some makeup before running a brush through my hair and tying it in a loose side braid. I slip on the lingerie Aiden bought before unbuttoning some buttons on his shirt to show off the bra. Once done, I wait patiently by the door.

  The door clicks open minutes later and Aiden walks in. He rakes his eyes up and down my body slowly. “Fuck.” I’m happy he’s alone, I know he upped security and it would have been extremely embarrassing if he wasn’t alone in the elevator.

  Without another word, he drops his suit jacket and folders on the countertop before picking me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me into the room. He tosses me on the bed and hovers over me, trailing a long finger down my chest. In one motion, he unclasps the front buckle and yanks the fabric away, exposing my breast.

  “You look so fucking good in my shirt.” His voice is a low growl as his warm hands spread evenly over my breast.

  I blush. “I... I missed you.” I glance over at the windows. The view here is so beautiful, so romantic.

  He curls a finger around my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I missed you too.” His voice is velvet smooth as he trails kisses down my neck.

  Shivers rake down my body as he fondles my breasts. He nudges one leg between my open legs, and I grind myself against him to relieve the pressure.

  “Calm down, baby.” He brings his fingers to my slit, gently rubbing it in circular motions. The sound of my wetness fills the room. “You’ve been sitting here thinking about me?” His hand caresses my center.

  Nervous but excited, I nod. Running my hands through his styled hair, we collide. Our kiss is passionate, full of need.

  “I own you.” His breath hot and cool against my neck as he sucks on it, creating a hickey.

  I rock against his hand, but he pulls it away when I’m on the brink of my release. His fingers dance up to my breast, he pinches my nipples eliciting a moan from my lips. Leaning his head down he brings his tongue to replace his fingers, his teeth gently pull on my erect nipples as I run my hands through his thick hair.

  He moves between my legs and I feel how hard he is as he grinds against me, torturing me with his slow movements. I moan as he presses deeper into me. But to my dismay, he pulls away, leaving me withering beneath him.

  I wish I was brave enough to tell him what I want, but I think he’s doing this on purpose.

  “You’re so fucking perfect.” He coos, gliding his hands over my body.

  Anxiety washes over me as he kisses my stomach, going lower with each kiss. Eventually, he rips my panties off, grabs my legs and jerks me farther down the bed. My gasps turn into a moan as he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue expertly circles my clit, the feeling is so sensational I don’t think I can take much more.

  I tug on his hair and feel his groan rumbling against me. “I’m about…to…”

  He pulls away right before I become putty under his hands...well, mouth.

  “Stop teasing me!” I yell through a loud moan.

  He slaps my ass, hard. When I look at him between my legs, I can tell his demeanor has changed into something more serious.

  “I can’t get the image of your ass grinding against that fucking dude out of my head.” He hisses. “You’re mine, Emma. No man will ever make you feel like I do.”

  He fucks me with his fingers fast and hard until I’m squirming with pleasure, whimpers pouring from my lips. He lays beside me, his body pressed against me. I can feel him against my leg. I want to say something, but I can’t. I cling onto his body. I’m on the edge but I’m not sure if he will pull away again.

  “Can I come now?” I pant, praying he will allow me too. The anticipation of his permission turns me on even more.

  “Yes, you may.” He growls, thrusting more erratically but his movements are still precise.

  I come with a scream moments later, but he continues his assault on my clit. My body trembles and jerks, overwhelmed by pleasure.

  “I…I’m finished,” I whisper through moans, trying to jerk away as the pleasure becomes too much.

  His fingers never let up as his other hand pins my hip down. “You’ll be finished when I say you are.” He growls. I feel myself grow wetter at his words. “Now, tell me who owns this pussy?”

  I moan. “You do, Aiden.”

  “Good girl.” He slows his movements and pulls me upright, flush against his throbbing bulge. He grips my hips firmly as he moves my body roughly, making me grind against him. “Now, who owns you?”

  I cum for the second time, screaming his name, which brings a smile to his face. I move to undo his pants, but he grabs my wrist.

  “As much as I want to fuck your brains out, I’m still pretty pissed about last night.”

  I frown. “I really am sorry, but I’ve been waiting for you all day.” Trailing a finger along his jawline, I plant a kiss on his lips.

  He grabs my hips, and my stomach growls, causing his eyebrows to raise. “Did you eat today?”

  I shake my head.

  “Up, kitchen now,” He orders, and I follow reluctantly.

  He pulls out a ton of options and I mindlessly pick through them. There’s only one thing on my mind and it’s not on this counter. I know I just came but I want him inside me, I need him.

  I glance over at Aiden. I know this is a stupid thing to do but, “I guess if you don’t want me, I can always go to a party and...” I don’t finish my fib, surprised at my words as my cheeks redden.

  Aiden stalks over to me, taking deep calculated breaths, before gently wrapping his hand around my throat. The throbbing between my legs grows and I squeeze my legs together. He’s awakened my sexual desires in ways I never thought possible.

  “The fuck you will,” He growls. “Bend over that fucking table.”

  ∞∞∞

  I obey his request.

  His hands are tight around my waist as he grinds against me. I wiggle my ass against his length, letting him know how much I want him in me. I hear a zipper flying down, and a wrapper being ripped open, before he rams into me from behind. I let out a moan as he stretches me almost uncomfortably. He grips my braid as he pumps in and out of me at a steady, rhythmic pace.

  “You fucking love this, don’t you?” He growls, slapping my ass.

  I try to nod my head but his grip on my hair is too tight, causing twinges of pain which in turn causes the pleasure to override my senses.

  “You’re such a good girl for me. Fuck.”

  His words unravel me.

  “You’re mine.” Aiden pounds harder into me. His hands caress me from behind, his
gentle touches make me shiver as he slides his hand down my spine. “So fucking soft.” He tells me, bringing his mouth to kiss my shoulder. Reaching around, he fondles my breast. Kneading and pulling on my nipples. His body shudders as I feel him filling the condom with hot liquid.

  He grabs my waist and sits me on the table, before going to toss the spent condom. He cups my face and plants a soft kiss on my lips, before leaning his forehead against mine as our breathing calms.

  “What are you doing to me?”

  “I’m not doing anything.” I giggle.

  He throws on a pair of gray drawstring pants, discarding his work clothes. I stare, taking in how his tan skin looks against the black ink that adorns his perfect body. The way his messy black hair has fallen over his emerald eyes makes me melt, and his half-smile causes my stomach to flutter. I wonder if I’m falling head over heels for this man.

  Needing a distraction, I reach my hands up and tickle him.

  He jerks, looking at me in surprise before attacking me. “Oh, you messed up now, angel.”

  He throws me over his shoulder, his hands on my sides as he tickles me. I laugh obnoxiously, loving this playful side of him. He’s normally so serious, I have a feeling he hardly ever loosens up.

  Aiden throws me on the couch, climbing on top of me and tickling me until I scream from laughter. I let out an extremely embarrassing snort, which causes him to double over in laughter.

  “You sounded like a little pig.” He laughs.

  I blush. “Shut up.”

  But I don’t want him too, not wanting this moment to end.

  But alas…all good things always come to an end.

  I should have known better. I should have tried to stay in that moment a little longer before disaster struck.

  I should have ran.

  But I didn’t.

  Twelve

  Complete darkness surrounds me. The shuffling of feet and the ice-cold concrete floor beneath me are the only signs that I’m not dreaming. But I still don’t know where I am. Fear I’ve never experienced envelops me as I tremble against the cold ground.

  A voice speaks up, heavily accented. “Aiden Scott will be here shortly; I don’t doubt that he has trackers on them.” I’m breathing heavily, what kind of business is Aiden into? What do these men want with us?

  It feels as though hours have passed before someone finally rips the blindfold off, revealing a dark, damp room. I squint my eyes, seeing only concrete walls. A slight movement jolts me, and I turn but I’m bound tight. My eyes adjust to the dim lighting and, to my horror, unfamiliar male faces dot the room. Staring at me, their guns slack.

  I tuck my legs in against my stomach. Trying frantically to remember the things my dad told me about staying calm in dangerous situations. That’s when I notice my back is pressing against something warm that’s shaking. A sob penetrates the fear that has settled around me. Ashley.

  “It will be okay,” I whisper through a dry mouth, my trembling voice loud in the tiny, sparse room.

  I flinch as a man with a greasy ponytail walks up. His face is set in an ugly scowl as he yells in another language. Unable to move away, I brace myself as his hand lifts and hits me squarely across the cheek. My head snaps to the side from the force of his hand. I scream as the sharp crack rings through the room. I feel something wet trickling down my chin. He drew blood. I bite back a sob as my cheek throbs painfully.

  I shrink into myself, putting my head down. That’s when I realize my state of undress. I’m only in my bra and panties. A wave of nausea washes over me, knowing that these men had stripped me down while I was unconscious and vulnerable. I shiver as fear floods me. Who knows what else they might have done to us.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to block out the horror.

  Out of sight, out of mind, right? Not.

  Ashley and I had just finished shopping that morning and were heading to the parking lot where our driver was waiting for us. Thinking back on the oddly quiet lot and the echo of our footsteps, I should have known better. Dad always said to have your keys out and tucked between your knuckles like a weapon. I didn’t know anything would happen, and I wasn’t prepared.

  As we approached the car, a dark spot pooling on the pavement caught my eye. Stepping closer, I rounded the car to examine it and gasped at the gruesome sight. I vaguely heard Ashley let out a chilling scream. I will never forget those cold, lifeless eyes of Maxon staring up at me from where he lay splayed on the ground.

  I swallow as I recall the bullet wound in the middle of his forehead, still oozing blood and other yucky stuff. Guilt overwhelms me. He’s a nice guy, although a little serious. And he’ll still be alive, if not for us.

  I remember spinning around when I heard doors opening. My face paled when four mean-looking men jumped out of a black suburban. Shouting for Ashley to run, I moved to do so as well. But a large hand yanked my arm back roughly before a cloth was placed over my mouth and nose. The last thing I remember was a slightly sweet smell and a sinister laugh before the world around me went dark.

  I send a prayer up to Heaven.

  Aiden, please come get me soon.

  I jerk as something cold and hard presses roughly against my temple, my eyes flying open. A gun, my mind helpfully offers.

  “Look at me!” Ponytail demands in a heavily accented voice.

  “Leave her alone you fucking greaseball!” Ashley screams, her cries echo through the room. He removes the gun from my temple, bringing it in front of her. Fear courses through me, is he about to hurt her?

  The sound of metal hitting bone makes me cry out, “Are you okay?” I cry, terrified for her.

  “Yes.” She says, her head rolling back slightly. A tear rolls down my cheek as I shrink back into Ashley, whose cries have increased in volume.

  I’m going to die.

  Oh my God, I’m going to die.

  Thirteen

  Aiden

  ∞∞∞

  I’m back at Corvallis, grabbing some of Emma’s things.

  Since Ashley is staying with Ricky, there’s no fucking way in hell I’m allowing my girl to stay at this house alone. There’s no need for her to be here anyway since school is out. She tried to come with me, but I sent her shopping instead.

  I know Emma loves the little place, but it’s garbage. I’m not against small homes; they can be quaint and cozy, if done right, but this place is a pit.

  I can read people well, I’ve always been able to. Emma is the first girl I’ve come across in my life that is truly pure and good. But the first time I laid with her in her room, as I twirled her hair while she slept, her head pillowed on my chest and her sleepy breaths resonating in my ears, my eyes wandered to the speckled ceiling of her bedroom and I noted a hole in the drywall. My eyes trailed down to the bucket I hadn’t noticed that collected water on the floor.

  That, and the many other things wrong with the house made the decision for me. I curse my piece of shit father for not being around for Ashley. The fact that he’s not in her life and wasn’t there to help her when she chose to rent instead of living on campus infuriates me and smothers me in guilt, I should have been there to help her... I am now. And it was in that moment I knew I wanted the girls out of the house.

  I had my realtor greenlight my penthouse, no matter the cost. It costed an extra ten thousand to get it done so quickly, but I’m willing to pay whatever for her to live somewhere that didn’t affect her health. Ashley too.

  I need to get the girls out of there. I have fixed their clogged sink four times in a week. I wish Ashley had talked to me, but it’s my fault. I need to be a better brother.

  So busy and wrapped up in my career, I put her – my only real family – on the sidelines. But not anymore. I’m going to set the girls up.

  The moving company is coming by today.

  I have not told the girls yet. Hopefully, they aren’t too pissed.

  I place Emma’s neatly folded clothes into her new Tiffany & Co. suitcase my personal assi
stant, Carmello, got. I know she’ll adore the luggage, seeing as her room is in Tiffany blue, before turning it away with a shy smile, embarrassed about me spending money on her. When that happens, I’ll ease her suffering by telling her I already had it in my closet.

  I’m sure I’ll look funny carting around such a feminine suitcase.

  But fuck it, what my girl likes is what she’ll get.

  I grab some dresses I know she’ll look adorable in from her closet, relieved to find them modest looking. The thought of her parading around town, showing too much skin makes me seriously mental, though I’m sure she’ll look sexy as fuck in anything. Men will turn their heads no matter what she’s wearing. She doesn’t need to help the process.

  I grab her things and a small vase from the bathroom. I noticed the vase always sat empty and I offered to get her a new one. I mean, it couldn’t fit more than one single flower. She declined. Maybe I’ll start bringing flowers to the apartment.

  Passing by Ashley’s room reminds me of the talk I had with her about taking Emma to the club. She wasn’t happy, but eventually gave in when I stood my ground. She said Emma’s changing me.

  Fuck she is. I won’t change for anything.

  My phone buzzes incessantly in my pocket as I lock up. I fumble with the luggage and keys, cursing myself for not hiring someone to do this. I didn’t want a mover touching her panties and things. They can get everything else. I set the luggage in the truck of the car and pull out my phone.

  Ricky’s name flashes on the screen.

  Heavy breathing and cuss words echo from the other end of the line.

  My body stiffens.

  “They took them. The fucking Matarazzo’s took the girls.”

  Tunnel vision.

  Panic.

  Seething fucking rage.

  I curse myself for lying to her about what I do for a living.

  I’m going to fucking kill them for even thinking about harming my little sister. I’m going to torture them until they beg for absolute mercy for even looking at my girl.