by Celia Crown
“But, the news—”
“Are vultures,” I said. “They can write anything they want, but just know that I love you. I never stopped, and I never will.”
She whimpers, “I love you too, and I missed you.”
I hush her, rubbing the bottom of her eye to catch the stray tear. “I’m not leaving again, sweetheart. I hurt you a lot, and I will never do it again.”
She sniffs with big pouty lips trembles. “I forgive you.”
Chapter Nine
Violet
My neck aches, the love bites littered around my soft skin as Aiden press a final kiss to my spiked pulse. My shirt and bra were the first things Aiden got rid of, the pair of shorts got flung over his shoulder when he was roughly tearing my clothes off.
He keeps my panties on as he palms my breasts with his calloused hands, clenching and swallowing the plumpness of them as he mouths my neck.
“N-no marks, Aiden,” I weakly protest even when the damage had already been done.
“I want everyone to see that I own you, sweetheart,” he growls throatily, kissing up my jaw and pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“I can see that they want you. I mean, who wouldn’t?” he hisses, jerking my head to him and slants his lips over mine.
“They want to see these pretty tits,” Aiden pinches my puffy nipples, and I cry out at his roughness.
My thighs spread wider as his big cock grinds down on my covered pussy, “They want to taste your little cunt, lick your sweetness, and fuck that tiny pussy open.”
Rocking my hips up to his throbbing cock, my wet panties smears slick on his pants while I’m too aroused to think about the humiliating sensation as more juices coat my underwear.
Aiden bites down on my bottom lip, and a faint ache pinches me when he thrusts his bulge on my clit.
I’m sensitive from the years of not being touched by him. It’s as if I’m a virgin all over again and I need his help to feel alive. I miss the way his hand would fix me in a position that he wants me to be in, not for my comfort nor his desires, but it’s so that his cum doesn’t leak out.
It’s dirty and primal, but I love it.
“You’re mine, sweetheart.” Aiden ducks his head and fastens his lips over the juncture of my neck and shoulder, his teeth scraping the tender skin as he works his fingers on my nipples.
I wrap my arms around his neck and exhale a ragged moan as he hums on my throat. The vibration is so strong that it chases a shudder to the tip of my clit; that seems to spur him on as his hand leaves my breasts to snap at the elastic band.
He slips a long finger under the strip of my underwear, and I only wish for a brief second that I had worn something sexier. A pair of classic black or a seductive red would be better than a pair of frilly pink panties; it’s a dangerous color to be seen with as my slick sticks onto my folds when he pulls the material away from my legs.
Aiden’s thick fingers press onto the skin above my pussy. The hotness burns my skin as he walks the tip of his fingers over the quivering flesh. Anticipation courses through me, stretching a tease of feathery sensations across my body as Aiden’s keen eyes watches for my body’s natural response.
“Aiden?” I hiccup, a film of haze forms in my vision.
He presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, and my hips jump as the roaring of blood rings in my ears. I pant with need and tighten my muscles when he rocks the swollen nub back and forth, teasing me with touches that he knows won’t be satisfying.
“You haven’t let anyone touch you, have you?” There is a threat underlining his words and the possessive curl of transpired malevolence splaying on his fingertips.
I shake my head, “No. No one touched me.”
“Then, tell me, why does that man seem to be… familiar with you?” Aiden exhales, hoarse and edgy.
“I-I don’t remember him that much,” I admit, shivering through his teasing.
He doesn’t care for the twitches nor the trembling. Aiden works his fingers through my wet folds to find my tiny hole drenched and pulsing.
“I hate the way he looked at you,” he snarls, trailing honeyed kisses over my lips and down to my jaw.
His voice is crass and cruel, dripped in poison and feeding it to my veins. Dissolving in a warmth that parts my legs to accommodate his massive frame, eating away the crashing of calm waves beneath us.
Aiden is pulling back just as fast as my pounding heart; his knees dip the sides of my feet as he smoothly lands on his feet. A moment of panic drills into my heart as I lunge up to catch his hand, but he sneers out an order that melts the doubts away with a quiver creeping up to my nipples.
“Lay down and spread your legs,” Aiden’s hand unfastens the belt, a whip of the crisp slap devours the remaining bravery of an independent woman.
“Touch your little pussy, Violet, show me how much you missed me.”
Out goes the woman and in comes the little girl desperate for a semblance of control that he can hold over me.
Aiden kicks off his pants; his briefs cling over his obscenely massive bulge and thick, muscular thighs. He cups the shaft in his big hand, clenching and flexing his muscles as the tattoos ripple over the tanned skin.
I dig my heels into the bed, parting my thighs for his eyes as I wonder if I’m dreaming of this. One small stroke over the sodden nub tells me otherwise; it does not alleviate the ache pulsing through my bones nor does it give satisfaction to my splintered mind.
“Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart. I have waited long enough.” Aiden kneels on the bed, balancing his weight as he focuses on the patch of wet skin and my shaking hands.
I obey, I have to because the little girl in me isn’t capable of disobeying him nor can it withstand the disappointment in his eyes when I don’t do what he had asked me to.
I spread my slick folds, toying and rolling the hard nub between my fingers while keeping my other hand busy with keeping my pussy open for him to watch. There is a form of hollowness in me; he loves me, and that fulfills the necessity of not levitating out of my mind because he grounds me to reality, but somewhere else needs to be filled.
It should make me sick of how dependent I am on him. It isn’t healthy for me to formulate a sane reason as to why I need him to be the devil that tore down my wings. I don’t need to fly when he calls me angel, I don’t need to be supporting the anxiety of the world when he’s right behind me, and I don’t need to get anyone’s approval because he’s mine forever.
“Since you can’t do anything right without me,” Aiden cruelly says as he dips two thick fingers inside my sticky walls, curling and spreading the small hole with impatience.
“I love you, and it makes me furious to know that other men have had the chance to be with you.”
It’s rather hard on my concentration and the substantial distraction tips the balance. I’m quivering on the bed with useless fingers falling to the side.
He sneers, “Did you like it when men give you attention?”
I let out a pained shriek when he digs his thumb into my clit, a burst of fiery pain sears onto my legs as they jerk and kick in physical acknowledgment of his wrath.
Aiden is colossal of a man; everything about him is massive, and it would only make sense that his strength transcends the norm of a man. His silent fury lingers in his livid eyes, violence furling like a thunderstorm crackling through the roars of thunderous black clouds.
Times such as this should frighten me; they should send me running to the other direction, but I am a girl addicted to his lethal love.
“You do,” he hisses, fucking his fingers through the slick as he takes sick pleasure of watching me cry in tears of fright.
It’s been two years since I have had an orgasm. I can’t come when I touch myself. Only Aiden has the ability to send me into a spiral of madness; reaching nirvana is an impossible dream without him.
“Fucking little slut.”
Mortification burns through me as my pussy gushes, I shouldn’t like
being called anything other than sweetheart or my name. It’s not right. I’m Aiden’s good girl.
Heat rushing beneath my skin to smear red of shame. Aiden doesn’t offer gentle caresses or soothing kisses. No, his ruthlessness sweeps between the cracked façade of an impassive man and a destructive dominant.
“I was gone for a bit, and you dare to open your arms for men who throw attention at you. You forgot your place, little girl.”
Aiden yanks the hand away, and my body jerks almost violently from the lack of stimulation. He holds my thighs apart with a set of sticky fingers and electric heat on the other digits.
“I-I’m sorry,” it’s more of a reflex when I say it, but my Aiden isn’t known to be a simple man when it comes to forgiveness.
“You will be sorry, Violet.”
His black hair tickles my thighs, a guide of his breath trails over the tenderness of my folds, and a nasty bite on my thigh from his sharp teeth sends me surging through a broken moan.
Aiden flicks his tongue over my clit, sucking the bud in his hot mouth and firmly trapping it as I writhe heavily on the bed. Before I can enjoy the crude treatment, he shoves two fingers inside my dripping heat. Throwing my head back, I arch my spine and push my hips down to take his fingers to the knuckles.
He puts a firm arm over my stomach to gain control of my body, his obsessive need for control extends beyond the capacity of my ability to comprehend. Aiden pumps his fingers wickedly in and out of my cunt, snapping the squelches up to my ears as my labored breathing doesn’t drown out the honeyed stickiness.
I can’t find the right time to steady my breathing. Aiden is sucking too energetically, and it hurts to breathe. My legs tremble, and my muscles are sore from being constantly tense, taking in the waves of ecstasy rolling through my body as the thrumming pulse of my clit remains Aiden’s favorite spot to torture.
The curl of my toes signals the orgasm that rips through me, abruptly and too intense for me to not notice the blackness forming in the corner of my eyes. I thrash on the bed, grinding my hips as pleasure sweeps out of my boneless form.
Twitching and arching away from his sinful tongue, Aiden chase after the strong pulse of my bud to tweak it between his fingers for the sake of a vicious smirk.
“Get on your knees, sweetheart, let me see your pretty pussy.” Aiden closes my legs, and the pressure set on my cunt sends dull throbbing to my heart.
I twitch, shakily turning with a dazed expression and a need to be a good girl for him. I ignore the soreness on my back and the ache of the bite mark on my thigh, and my knees lift my butt to face him.
Aiden moans from behind me as my upper body strength leaves me heaving on the bed, ass up and displaying my wet pussy for him to stroke his fingers through the parted folds. I swallow the best I can; my tongue is numb as he taps a finger over the small hole.
I’m scared to feel the sting again when he fucks me open, but I also want to feel the weight of his cock sitting inside my coiling walls.
I miss the shift of the weight on the bed, I miss the finger spreading my butt for the breezy air to kiss my soft cunt, and I miss the drop of Aiden’s briefs. In the back of my mind, I know all those things, but it’s not enough to keep me from slipping into the sinful pleasure of being breached open by his thick cock.
There is no time to sigh in contentment or mewl in excitement for being one with Aiden again. His hand is a brand of the devil, bruising and tugging on my hips with those wicked fingers as he secures me onto the bed with no chance of fighting the brutal snaps of his pummeling shaft.
I can’t restrain the breathy moan that turns into a giggle when air catches in my throat. I feel whole, the high that I feel when he thrusts savagely to keep the soreness of my pussy to the maximum.
He is the devil that will break the delicate curve of my mind, luring me into a sinful addiction that will cost me everything if he takes one step away from me.
I cum with a balls-deep thrust and a twirl of my clit; it’s another orgasm that I wasn’t aware of. I’m screaming into the sheets, fingers clawing for support on the bed and me sobbing his name with the ring of a prayer.
My folds stretch to the touch too painful over the girth of his cock; the tiny slit is aching from the intensity of my orgasm as he does not have the intention of slowing down. In fact, he hammers my soiled cunt harder with brutal thrusts that drag my nipples across the bed where I am half laying on.
“Your pussy is a greedy little thing,” Aiden chuckles darkly, hissing my name with a curse.
Aiden pulls out, and I am a syllable away from voicing my protest when his hand clasps over my arm, hauling me away from the soft bed and into his arms. I lock them behind his neck and sit down on his cock with one swoop as he crushes my butt in his hands.
I squeal at the sudden snugness; my back hits the cold wall as he throws me against it. His kiss shares an instinctual curiosity with me as we have never made love in this position. He is always careful about me, but he had always been a demon in bed. The only pain he inflicts on me is the insane soreness the morning after and the aching from the shape of his cock being carved into my pussy.
He keeps me from collapsing. I lean drowsily on his chest and let him use my body to his satisfaction. The consuming contentment fills my heart with so much love for Aiden, draws cries from my throat as he fucks the orgasm away with a new rise of heat scorching on my skin.
I can’t tell if it’s his abnormally high body temperature or if I’m super sensitive. Either way, I shiver through languid moans as he pounds into me too hard. It doesn’t hurt, but the toxicity of his love is stronger than the scrapes from his steadfast movements.
“Fuck,” he growls, undulating his hips and grinding up my sore pussy. “I want to feel your tight little cunt cum on my cock, sweetheart. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
I nod urgently, tears streaming down my face as his lips crack a dark smirk that has my heart tumbling. He kisses me; it feels so innocent and affectionate. However, the roughness that springs from his hips is anything but.
Aiden forcefully pries another orgasm from me, unapologetically hammering his thick cock inside my quivering walls and dragging the fiery nerves to the depths of hell.
“Good girl,” he praises in my ear, fucking through the violent spasms that surge through my body as my senses dull after a thrilling burst of colors sparkling through the black haze that took over.
“My good girl,” he purrs, jolting my body with every thrust. “Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?”
He knows where and he’s being a bully about it. He wants me to say it and feel the humiliation brand my skin. My vision wavers and I taper off to tiredness, he drags his pelvis up across the spongy nub, and I’m coming undone in a smaller scale of ecstasy.
Aiden rocks forward, fucking me like a man possessed and loving me like a monster seeking redemption. I accept him and open my legs for everything he’s giving me, crying out as a raw coil snap inside of me.
“I-inside, Aiden. Please cum inside me,” I beg of him, kissing his full lips and smearing his scent on my body as a form of ownership that makes him equally mine.
My eyes flutter shut at the expanding of his thickening cock, tugging harshly on my slit as he overlooks the abrasiveness of his hard shaft, twisting my limits. Aiden’s chest rumbles, ragged and seductive.
It’s the stickiness of his cum spurting inside my quivering walls that has a smirk curling on his lips like dark silk. Melting heat comes in creamy white thickness that viscously escapes from my snuggly plugged hole, skimming down on the ground as he takes me away from the wall with a soft kiss to my lips.
We fall on the bed with me breathlessly laughing and moaning in soreness. I couldn’t decide which best fits what I’m feeling so I opted to do both.
“Do you have to do the walk of shame?” I murmur as he adjusts our position.
It’s clear that he wants his cock warm and wet inside my pussy. He’s not letting that go as he settles de
ep on the bed with my leg hiked up his scrupled hip. His abs ripple and biceps flex with his ink taut in such teasing ways that I want to lick them.
“Why would I?” Aiden asks.
“You’re still under contract, your agency will be mad,” I say as if it’s the most obvious thing because what I’m saying is technically true.
“Everyone here knows that you’re mine, and my agency should know by now.”
“What? What do you mean? When did they know? How—” I wince as I try to get up on my elbows, my little pussy drags on his steel-hard shaft.
He traces small patterns on my hip and leans on his elbow, “I wasn’t deliberately hiding our relationship.”
“We didn’t have a relationship weeks ago,” I pout deeply. It’s unfair how he can easily move without feeling what I’m going through. My body is somewhere between being run over by a bunch of puppies and cats kneading their paws into my gut.
“We did, you are still my fiancé,” his gorgeously dark eyes are the smoke that keeps me in the wonderland of his passion.
“Are we? I mean— we weren’t really… um, we separated two years ago,” I begin to trail off softly when he glares at me.
“Miscommunication and misunderstandings, sweetheart.”
It’s true, but I still owe everyone professionalism, “Other models will think I’m playing favorites.”
Aiden’s mouth curves into a smirk, drawing back my shyness with a voice suited for a devil.
“I am your only favorite.”
I drape my arm over his waist and bury my face into his chest, listening to the strong trill of his heart and drowsiness creeps up behind my head.
I affirm with dimpled cheeks, “You are.”
Epilogue
Violet
Six Months Later.
Retirement. I never thought that being this young is the right time for me to retire, but Aiden had a way with words.
His contract with his agency came to an end six months ago, and he had no intentions of renewing it. He didn’t give me details regarding the terminated relationship. I can sense that there is some animosity and bad blood between him and the company. I didn’t pry when he’s not the one to tell me.