Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

ELENNA

"What are you thinking?"

I lay on my side, Aidan spooning me. He had one arm draped over my side, his fingers under my singlet, tracing circles over my stomach.

"I’m thinking about the man I killed," I said softly.

"He would have killed you," he reminded me.

"I know, I just…"

It was after midnight when Orion finally left. Aidan had requested that he and I have time alone, so Finley had disappeared into his room to sleep. Outside the apartment was quiet except for the occasional passing car. The world went on as though nothing happened.

"I know killing Oscar was hard on you." He ran a finger lightly over my ribs. "But you had no choice tonight. Either way, he would have ended up dead. If the same happened to you?—"

He exhaled heavily. "I would have had to burn the world down and everyone named Fiorelli with it. I wouldn’t care if I didn’t have the backing of the Brantleys, I’d do it anyway."

"I know you would." I shifted position, my ass brushing against his half-hard cock.

How many people would he kill before he was satisfied? I knew the answer to that, as many as it took until he was dead too.

"Lucky your quick reflexes prevented all that carnage," he said.

"That doesn’t mean there won’t be different carnage," I pointed out. "They’ll come after Orion again. Sooner or later, they’ll get tired of trying to figure out who killed Oscar and come after anyone who may have had a passing chance of pulling the trigger."

"I’m not letting anything happen to you," Aidan said firmly. "I haven’t ruled out the possibility of wrapping you in bubble wrap, or stashing you on some tropical island where no one can find you."

"As enticing as that is," I said sarcastically, "I’m not going to hide for the rest of my life."

"Not for the rest of your life, just until we take care of the problem." He swiped his thumb across the skin under my breast.

"So, carnage," I concluded. "There’s a saying that violence isn’t the answer."

"That depends on the question. If the question is regarding anyone who might harm my wife, then violence isn’t off the table. I don’t want you to spend another night lying awake feeling guilty over killing someone who’d happily kill you first. You deserve better than that."

"Do I? At the end of the day, I’m just one of us." I’d killed two people, I was far from innocent.

He rolled me over to face him. "You absolutely deserve better. I don’t know anyone in this world who deserves it more."

"You might be slightly biased." One of my hands rested lightly against his stomach, his light dusting of hair tickling my palm.

"Not even slightly." He kissed my forehead. "The world is full of assholes, but you’re not one of them. I am, I should know." Before I could respond he added, "You know I am, don’t try to deny it."

"You were hard on Orion," I said.

"First of all, he deserves it, second of all, he gave it right back. Cocky little brat." He slipped his hand back under my singlet and went on running his fingers over my skin.

"You don’t like him?" I shivered involuntarily.

"I don’t like most people," he said. "I love you. I tolerate Fin."

"I don’t believe that," I said. "You and Fin are like opposite sides of the same coin."

"Don’t forget I’m the head and he’s the tail," he said quickly. "What does that make Orion then?"

"I think he’s his own coin." Orion seemed like the kind of guy who lived by his own rules and fuck everyone else.

"That sounds about right," Aidan agreed. "He’s a wildcard. He’s unpredictable and a smartass. He’s also one of the most talented players I’ve ever seen. If he can control his temper, he’ll have one hell of a career."

"Why do I get the suspicion they said the same about you?" I teased.

"I should spank you for that." He slid his hand up further and pinched my nipple.

I jumped at the sudden pain and the jolt of electricity that ran all the way through me.

"Are you saying it’s not true? You played right defence for five years in Canada before you became a coach. Don’t tell me you didn’t give your coaches hell?"

"My coaches were nicer than I am," he pinched my other nipple, "but the team wasn’t losing as badly as the Demons. In fact, we were pretty fucking good."

"Have you ever considered being nice?" Concentrating on the conversation was getting more and more difficult. Every touch, every pinch made me wetter.

"I thought about it, but then I decided to give all of that to you," he said. "Maybe I’ll be nice when they start winning."

"They won the other night," I reminded him.

"And I invited Orion into my home and gave him permission to fuck my wife," he said. "Is that not nice?"

"He’s only one of them," I said. Before he could say any more, I added, "One is enough."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked. "You might have a thing for arrogant pricks. In which case, Coast Riggs?—"

"I’m not interested in Coast Riggs," I said. "I might introduce him to one of my friends though. Wren or Sinclair might be able to handle him."

"I don’t want to talk about him anymore." Aidan gripped my wrists and rolled me onto my back before pinning me down to the mattress. "I don’t want to talk about anyone else but you and me. Actually, I don’t want to talk at all."

He brought his mouth down to mine and kissed me softly. He swept his tongue across my lips, before moving down to my neck and across my throat. He held my wrists with one hand while pushing up my singlet with the other.

"I love you," he whispered. He kneaded my breast and pinched my nipple again.

"I love you too." I half sat up to help him pull my singlet off the rest of the way and toss it aside. I lay back down as he slipped my wrists into the handcuffs attached to the headboard.

"What does Fin say to you?" Both hands free, he let them wander over my body, caressing everywhere, making my nipples hard and aching.

"He calls me a good girl," I said. "Please…" My clit was throbbing with heat and need.

"Please, what?" He caught my nipple between his teeth and bit down.

I shivered. "I need you to touch me. I need you to fuck me."

"Fin calls you a good girl, but you’re such a dirty slut. That’s why you need three men. Because you need to be fucked a lot. I might keep you tied to this bed so you can be fucked all day long. Would you like that?"

"Yes," I was almost panting now. "Yes, please."

He bit my other nipple before gripping the waistband of my sleep shorts and yanking them off. "Look at this perfect pussy. So needy. Are you wet, Elenna?" He ran his hands over my belly.

"Saturated," I told him.

"Of course you are, you’re always drenched. Always ready for a cock." With bruising fingers, he bent my knees and spread my legs wide. He slammed two fingers straight into my pussy. "If you were any wetter, you’d leave an ocean on this bed. Perfect, dirty slut."

I cried out with the suddenness of his touch and with pleasure at feeling any part of him inside me. I wanted his cock, but his fingers were a good start.

"You like that?" He started to finger-fuck me, hard and relentless. Driving his fingers all the way to his knuckles before pulling out and shoving back in.

I whimpered. "Yes. More, please."

He turned his wrist so the heel of his hand was rubbing against my clit while his fingers slid in and out of me. "How close are you?"

"Close," I said breathlessly.

"Show me," he demanded. "Show me how a whore comes."

I lost control at his words, coming apart at the seams. I arched my back and cried out, while panting at the same time.

"Aidan…"

"That’s my girl," he said, not slowing for a moment. "Give me everything."

My orgasm lasted for at least a minute or two, fireworks exploding behind my eyes, my release coating his hand.

Finally, I whimpered again before flopping down against the bed.

"That was perfect," he said. "Now you get my cock."

He slipped out of his boxers and curled his hand around his length. He pumped himself a couple of times before kneeling beside my head and tapping his tip against my lips.

"You can suck my cock before I fuck you."

I opened my mouth to take him all the way in. His head bumped against my throat, leaving a smear of pre-cum, which I swallowed when he pulled back slightly.

He gripped my hair and held my head still while pounding into my mouth. Every so often, I managed to swirl my tongue around his tip, and suck, but for the most part he roughly and relentlessly fucked my mouth.

When I thought he was going to come, he pulled out and moved to kneel between my thighs. He hooked his hands under my knees and placed my legs over his shoulders. He gripped my ass and slammed his cock into my pussy, all the way to his balls.

I barely caught my breath from having him in my mouth when he took it away again by thrusting so hard I thought he might break me in two.

I loved every minute of it. Every bit of pain. Every moment of feeling that he was in control of my body. Giving that up to him while I lay handcuffed to the bed. Knowing that if I told him no, he’d stop in an instant.

He’d pull out and tug off the handcuffs. He’d pour me a bath and get me a bowl of ice cream and a glass of wine. Whatever I needed, he’d make sure I had it. People called him an asshole, but he was attentive to me. He wanted nothing more than my happiness. Just as I wanted his.

"Your pussy is perfect." His eyes were on me while he thrust with firm, even strokes. "Look at you taking my cock like a little slut. You take me so well. You always have. You were made for me and my cock to own you and your pussy."

"Aidan…" I breathed. "I’m going to come again."

"Of course you are. I want to feel you. Come around my cock. Show me exactly who you belong to." He drove into me harder and harder, touching me all the way through, filling me up so full I’d miss him when he was done and out.

Tears came to my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. When I came, it felt so hard, so good I couldn’t contain a sob. And another. While the whole world broke into a million tiny pieces, I wept. If I was a good girl or a dirty slut, this was why. These perfect moments when nothing existed except my orgasm and Aidan’s body pushing mine, driving me to bliss.

My orgasm stole one from him. Just as I came, so did he, grunting and pumping faster before his body went still and he shattered too.

"Fuck… Elenna, fuck…" He let out a short, hard breath and slumped forward. "Fuck, you’re always so…" He shook his head. "So fucking perfect." He panted for a while before lowering my legs down to the bed and sliding out of me.

"You’re fucking perfect," I told him.

His response was a pant-snort. "I’m anything but perfect, but thank you for loving me. It can’t be easy." He took the handcuffs off my wrists and rubbed them gently before lightly kissing my palms.

"Love isn’t meant to be easy," I said. "Nothing worth having ever is."

He pulled me into his arms and smoothed down my hair. "That’s very true. You’re more than worth every moment."