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The Mafia Devil's Obsession - Chapter 24


Chapter 24


Leah

The servant girl, Amanda, she had said her name was, had grown surprising comfortably around me. She's too comfortable, if I must say.

I hadn't taken her for the talkative type at first. She would bring me food, linger longer than necessary, and make small talk like we weren't strangers a few days ago. I appreciated her efforts. They didn't lift my mood, but they were better than being alone or worse , having Aiden around. They were the only times I didn't feel like I was losing my mind.

She offered me a cup of tea. "I added honey," she said. "I thought you could use something sweet."

I managed a faint smile before taking a small sip. "Thanks." 

It was warm and sweet, like she said, and it made my chest ache with the memories of home. I missed my family.

Amanda beamed, almost proud of pulling a smile from me, and then she glanced at my legs propped on a pillow. "It's almost healed." She pointed out.

What's the point, though? I was still trapped.

"When it's better, I could show you around. There is a pool on the roof and..." She paused, the excitement draining from my face as if she just remembered what this place really meant to me.

A prison.

"Sorry."

I chuckled dryly. "Unless those places lead to an exit. I don't really care."

She looked around cautiously, then stepped closer. "Well, I can't help you with that." She whispered. "No one ever gets out."

I already knew that, but hearing it from her made the little hope I had waver.

"You would have a bullet through your skull if you tried," she added.

"Has anyone actually been killed?"

She shook her head. "No one would want to risk their lives to find out. We are lucky we ended up here. The others weren't so fortunate."

"The others?" I asked, my voice growing quieter when she gestured for me to speak quietly as if someone could hear us.

She glanced at the camera mounted high on the wall. "Some get sent to the club or auctioned," she murmured, then shrugged. "Their only crime is having parents stupid enough to make deals with the devil."

My stomach turned. "That's supposed to be illegal."

Well, what did you expect from a man who kills people and bury them in the woods?

"Isn't that why you are here?" She raised her brow. "Your father borrowed money and used you as collateral then vanished before the due date? That's the usual story."

"God. No,"

A knock at the door made Amanda flinch. 

I followed her gaze to where Aiden stood in the doorway, eyes narrowing on us.

How long had he been standing there?

Amanda bowed her head immediately. "Good evening, sir," she greeted with shaky voice.

He walked in slowly, his presence tainting the air around the room. "You two seem... close," he said.

I didn't bother hiding the scowl on my face. It only amused him. "Don't look so thrilled to see me, eh? Am I interrupting the girl's time?"

Amanda dipped into a lower bow. "No, sir. I was just about to leave." 

She grabbed the tray quickly, her eyes flickering to mine with what looked like pity before she scurried out. The silence after she left was suffocating. 

He wasn't supposed to be back yet.

He tugged his shirt off and tossed it carelessly onto the sofa. The moment he reached for his belt, I turned away and lay down on the bed. Since I could still see him through the mirror on the wall, I shut my eyes tightly. 

I hated this room and that damn mirror.

The mattress dipped as he climbed in beside me, my heart picking up speed as he scooted closer. I clenched my fists, ready to swing if he tried anything funny.

He didn't touch me. Instead, he played with the ends of my hair.

"Your father is looking all over the city for you," he informed casually, brushing my hair away from my neck.

I stiffened, then felt relieved, happy that they noticed.

"He even hired a privated investigator. I guess someone cared after all." He chuckled, tracing the mole. "But how long do you think he can keep that up?"

I slapped his hand away, but it found its way back.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his reflection. He was so close behind me, elbows propped on the bed, his head resting in his palm, as he watched me through the mirror.

If he knew this much, did that mean he was watching my family too?

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It had been over three weeks since I had sprained my ankle, and now it had finally healed or at least enough to walk on my own. I was thirsty, and the bottle of water Amanda brought up during lunch had finished. I had waited, but she never came, so I decided to get it myself.

I stepped out of the room into the hallway for the first time since I was dragged here. 

The estate was quiet, my bare feet echoing against the marble twin stairs that curved down from each side of the upper floor, meeting at the base in a shape that almost resembled a heart. My father was the second richest man in the city, and even his villa wasn't this large. For someone who did nothing but watch me through the cameras, he sure had a lot of money.

Creep.

I heard deep, guttural laughter as I neared the sitting room. There were four men in black sprawled across the sofas, chatting and drinking. Their eyes locked on me before I could make a run for it.

One of them whistled as their gaze trailed over me.

"Damn, is this the boss's new plaything?" He licked his lips standing. "He sure knows how to pick 'em."

Disgusting! To think his men acted like him.

I tried to ignore them and continued towards the kitchen, but he wasn't having it. He blocked my path, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"You look like you could use a good time, love," he wiggled his brows. "I am good at handling a woman's body."

He rolled his hips in a disgusting motion that turned my stomach, then started thrusting it. The other men laughed, cheering him on.

I tried to sidestep him, but he stepped with me ,trapping me against the wall and placing his arm beside my head.
"Hey, no need to play hard to get," he murmured, taking a sip from his glass. "I know your type. Flash a little cash, and you are on your knees."

I scoffed in disbelief.

Is this what I have been reduced to?

"Get the fuck out of my face."

His expression twisted in fury before he threw the glass against the wall and I gasped, covering my face with my hands as it shattered.

"You think you are important after spending a night with the boss, don't you?" He grabbed her jaw, squeezing it hard and making me wince.

What is with these people thinking sleeping with him was something to be proud of?

"He will toss you out like the trash you are soon, just like the rest. And I am going to make sure I peel that pretty face off slowly."

"Let her go, Scar!" Amanda yelled, running toward us.

"Mind your damn business," Scar growled.

She stepped forward anyway. "Master wouldn't be happy if you hurt her."

His hand struck her across the face so hard she fell on the floor.

"Shut the fuck up bitch!"

I tried to move, but he shoved me back against the wall. "Let go of me!"

"Good day, boss," the men behind said in unison.

My eyes darted to where he stood, the driver from last time beside him. His gaze swept the room as he responded to their greeting, and when it landed on me pinned against the wall, his expression turned dark and his jaw clenched so tightly, I thought I heard the bone crack.

Scar shifted, trying to back away slightly. "Good day—"

Aiden didn't let him finish as he moved forward in a flash, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed it into the wall beside me.

I flinched as something warm splattered across my cheek.









Chapter 25  

Leah
 
My eyes widened in horror as he slammed Scar's head over and over, his eyes never leaving mine.

The scent of blood, the sickening crack of bone, Scar's muffled scream as he apologized in between smashes, made it hard to breathe. I shook so badly my legs almost gave out.

"Aiden," I whispered for him to stop.

He let scar collapse on the floor, his teeth shattered, and face a bloody mess.

He reached out, wiping the blood from my cheek with the side of his hand, his touch far from gentle. He was still boiling with rage.

"What the fuck are you doing down stairs?" He snapped, making me flinch under his glare. "This wouldn't have happened if you stayed  upstairs."

I stared at him in disbelief, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. "Are you seriously blaming me right now?" I snapped back.

His hand slammed into the wall beside my head, caging me.

I let out a cold laugh. "What did I expect from the servants when they act like their master," I hissed. "Maybe you need your head slammed against the wall, too."

His face twisted into something ugly. "Don't you fucking compare me to that piece of shit," he growled.

"Did I lie?" I said, stepping closer, jabbing his chest with my finger. "You both want the same thing. Treating me like I am some fucking whore you paid for."

His fists clenched so tight, the veins in his arms bulged.

"Leah," he warned.

"What? Are you gonna punish me?" I mocked. "Should I lift my shirt and face the wall? Or would you prefer tying me up like you did last time?"

Something dark flickered across his face, and with a roar, he punched the wall hard.

I didn't move, staring up at him and daring him to do his worst.

For a second, he just stood there shaking, breathing hard like he was holding himself back from doing something violent. Then he closed his eyes, dragging a trembling hand through his hair, and exhaled a ragged breath.

"Go upstairs."

I stayed where I was.

He grabbed my wrist, already expecting my disobedience, and yanked me with him.

"Basement. All of you," he barked at his men as we passed them.

They dragged Scar's unconscious body with them and Amanda followed, wiping blood off her lip.

"You are not going to hurt Amanda, are you?"

He didn't reply. 

"She tried to help me!"

He kept dragging me up the stairs, down the hall, into the bedroom, slamming the door behind us before he let go of me, and I stumbled.

"Don't step outside this room again." He pointed a furious finger at me. "Not when you are walking around wearing nothing under that fucking shirt."

His eyes dropped down my body, the vein on his forehead pulsing harder. I followed his gaze and turned red.

He stepped closer. "Did you even think," he said tightly, struggling not to raise his voice. "What would have happened if I hadn't gotten there in time? He would have..."

His jaw tightened.

Wasn't it kind of ironic that those words were coming from him when he had done worse to me.

His hand brushed my hair aside, so gentle it almost hurt.

He was always like this, pretending to care when he was the reason I was breaking. He hurts me, then has the audacity to act like he was the one in pain, like he didn't fucking grin while twisting the knife.

His fingers curled under my chin, lifting my face.

"Where did he touch you?" He asked quietly.

His breath should have smelled like alcohol or piss,  anything foul to twist my stomach not fucking mint. 

I shoved at his chest. "He didn't. He only grabbed my jaw."

"I should kill him."

I rolled my eyes, stepping away from him, but he caught me and pulled me back. When be leaned in to kiss me I turned my face away. 

"Let Amanda go," I rasped out.

"It's funny," he said coldly. "How she gets your smiles and I get whatever is left."

"She didn't kidnap me," I said, turning and accidentally brushing against his lips.

His grip tightened, pulling me even closer. "I don't like you looking at someone else, doll," he growled against my ear. "Should I just get rid of her too?"

I thought to myself that he wouldn't. But the look in his eyes said he would.

"You are a monster."

His lips twitched and for a second, I thought I saw hurt flash in his eyes, then it vanished.

His hand dropped from me like I burned him.

"You are not the first to say it," he said flatly. "Go shower. I don't like smelling another man on you."

The he turned toward the door.

"By the way, Liam's coming tomorrow."

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I sat on the edge of one of the leather sofas in Aiden's private office, my heart pounding violently, palms slick with sweat.

"You look eager," he mused. "Still hoping to play house with your ex? Cute."

I turned towards the door, nails digging into the arm of the sofa. He was probably messing with me.

The door finally creaked open. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him enter.

I rushed toward him, tears stinging my eyes only to stop on my tracks at the coldness in his gaze. He looked anything but pleased to see me.

He was still angry but he came. Didn't that mean a part of him still cared?

"Liam," I whispered.

He brushed past me without a second glance, almost knocking  me over.

My chest tightened.

"I thought we agreed never to see each other again after you took her," he said to Aiden.

Aiden chuckled cruelly. "That's no way to treat your ex-wife, brother. Shouldn't you at least pretend to be happy to see her. She was excited."

My head snapped twoards them as his words echoed in my ear. Brother.

No. There was no way I heard correctly. They looked nothing alike except maybe their hair and eyes...

The room tilted as I staggered back, my breath a ragged mess as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

"Won't you introduce me to your ex-wife she seems confused," Aiden said, smirking.

"Let's just get this over with," Liam replied, tossing an envelope he had been carrying onto the table.

Aiden leaned forward, picking it up, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he opened it. Then he stood up, rounding the small wooden table and approaching me slowly, paper in hand.

He handed it to me and my hands trembled as I opened it to see divorce papers.

"You see," Aiden said, leaning in from behind. "My dear brother has a secret he wants to keep buried, so he made a deal with me. He divorces you, and I keep his little secret."

"No," I murmured, staring at it as if they would magically change. "It's a lie."

I looked up at Liam, begging him to deny it. There was no way he would sell me off. But his silence screamed louder than any words could.

My heart broke in piece I would never put together. 

"Poor thing. You thought he came to save you, didn't you," Aiden taunted. "Didn't you wonder how he knew where to find you? Why he didn't look surprised?"

I turned to Aiden, rage racking over me. 

"This is all your fault, you bastard!" I grabbed his shirt, fists clenched. "You approached me on purpose, didn't you? You knew who I was and you still..."

I choked on my tears as I lowered my head. "If you didn't..." I started, voice shaking.

I was blaming him for everything when I was the one who cheated. The one who couldn't control her lust.

I let go of his shirt, stepping back. My fingers curled around the paper, tears dropping on them as I read them again.

I know there was no justification for what I did. Still...

"Isn't this too much of a punishment for cheating?" I asked, voice low. "What right do you have to sell me off?"

I knew our marriage was ruined long again. I knew he had stopped loving too, but I was in denial thinking all we needed was time. Clinging on to that little hope that the man who loved me was still there somewhere. Now I see how foolish those thoughts were.

If he had ever loved me, even a little, he wouldn't have done this to me. He would feel guilty. But the man I was looking at didn't feel any guilt.

"Sign it, Leah," he finally spoke to me. "You have found someone who satisfies your urges. You should be grateful."

My heart sank. I thought he couldn't do any more damage. Guess I was wrong. 

"No." I tore them in two. "I won't sign it."

Not because I believed in our marriage, but because signing it meant accepting what the two of them thought I was. Something to be passed around after use. A pawn in their game. Signing meant I belonged to Aiden.

"I won't give either of you what you want."









Chapter 26


Aiden

She threw the torn pieces at me and turned to leave, and I grabbed her arm, yanking her back.

I arranged this meeting to show her what kind of asshole her precious ex-husband really was. He didn't give a damn about her, never did. Yet here she was, crying for a man who wasn't me.

My nails dug into her arm, but the anger wasn't enough to mask the bitterness I felt.

It pissed me off how easily he could still control her emotions without even trying. Even after he hit her, he threw her out into the rain. She had waited for him like a fucking fool, beaming like an idiot when he entered.

I clenched my jaw.

I was going to sever every last fucking tie she had to him.

She tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip, dragging her closer. She always did pointless things like she didn't know how this would end.

"Let me go!" She yelled, hitting my hand. "Let go, you bastard!"

She was shaking, her green eyes red with tears. She was breaking in front of me, and I knew how much she hated it. Especially after the 'I won't give you what you want' move, she just pulled.

"You think you have a choice?" I pressed harder, and she whimpered. "He will send another one, and you will sign it whether you like it or not."

I released her, and she stumbled back.

The hate in her glare was enough to cut through steel.

It would be weird if she didn't hate me after what I had done. But it didn't matter. All I wanted was her body, not her heart. 

Storm stepped in.

"Take her back to the room," I ordered. "I doubt she can walk on her own."

He nodded, but as he approached her, she hissed, "Don't touch me."

She shot daggers at me one last time before storming out, making sure she slammed the door behind her.

I walked back to my desk and picked up a cigar. "I want the new divorce papers by tomorrow evening."

Laim who had been sitting in the corner watching chuckled, "If your plan was to make her hate me and want you, you failed badly."

My eyes narrowed, hand clenching around the cigar as I fought the urge to break his ugly mug.

What did she ever see in this two-faced bastard?

"We are done here." I dismissed him.

He ignored me. "You know, Leah and I were together for four years. I was her first, kiss, sex, everything."

"So?" I snapped, struggling to keep my voice calm.

"She must have known I didn't really love her. Fuck, I barely touched her," he continued. "But she stayed, begged for my love, begged me to touch her. Do you know why?"

I didn't answer because I sure as hell didn't give a fuck.

"Because she loved me," he laughed mockingly. "That's something you will never get. Not from Leah. Not from mother."

The cigar shook between my fingers. His words had hit me harder than I expected. 

"You are always forcing your way into lives that don't want you," he added. "She looks at you the same way mother did. Like you are a stain she can't get rid of no matter how hard she tried."

I wasn't sure whether it was the smoke or his words choking. All he did was mention Mother, a topic I have been avoiding, and I was back there again, that cold basement.

"Get out," I said, my voice low.

But he wasn't finished yet. "I always wondered why she hated you. Why did she flinch every time you called her mother?" He said, standing up. "I found out later you weren't John's son. That explains why he loved taking you down the basement."

The room blurred at the edges. 

John's face, that ugly smirk flashed through my memory. I couldn't breathe.

"I thought you were lucky you weren't his son," he chuckled. "But, I hated to be you, Micheal. Do you know how you came about?"

"That's enough out of you."

"She was violated by John's friends. In that hell hole, we called a home," he said.

"It's a lie," my voice cracked, and I clenched on the edge of the desk.

"You think killing John erased what happened? You think running away, changing your name, makes it go away?" His voice turned cruel as he closed the gap. "You are still that scared little boy hiding under the bed, pissing himself when he hears boots thudding against the floor, aren't you, Micheal."

I snapped, my body moving before I gave the order, smashing my fist into his face, the crack echoing.

"Don't fucking call me that."

Liam staggered back, grinning as blood dripped from his lip like a lunatic. "You never escaped him, did you?"

I punched him again and he fell to the floor. I climbed on top of him, punching again and again. He only laughed, even as blood spilt from his mouth.

"You are still fourteen, big brother."

Blood smeared across my knuckles, face and shirt. My chest heaved like I had run a marathon, but the only thing I had done was beat him until he stopped moving. Maybe dead.I didn't care.

I thought I had gotten rid of the only person who knew what happened in that basement. I should have killed all three of them back then, John, mother, Liam. Especially Laim, who watched.

I drove my fist down again. "Why are you quiet now?" I asked, hitting him again. "Keep talking, you son of a bitch!"

Hitting him hadn't helped all I felt was a sick emptiness.

Liam never knew what it was like to be the unwanted son. He had always had mother but I had no one. The only person who paid any attention to me was John and it's never the kind I wanted. I just wanted her to also love me. To place my head on her lap and pat my head like she did for him. I used to pray he would die, thinking she would look at me if he did.

I stood my legs shaking, blood dripping from my fists.

I spent sixteen years building a name the world would fear, reaching a point where I wouldn't have to feel that weak again. But just a few words from him shattered it all.

Storm looked into the office concerned when I came out.

"Are you okay?"

I didn't need his pity. This wasn't enough to break me, I was stronger now. 

I staggered toward the bedroom, hands trembling. Hands that were meant for breaking things.

Leah was on the floor when I entered, her knees drawn to her chest as she sobbed. It tore at my heart.

They both gave all their love to him and looked at me like I was a monster.

"You think you have won?" She whispered, voice trembling as she turned to me, pausing when she took in my bloodied form.

She stood up. "What did you do to him?"

I crossed the room in a breath, my hands tangling in her hair and yanking her closer as I kissed her angrily. She pushed at my chest. I pulled harder, my teeth grazing her lips roughly.

I shoved her back and she hit the mattress, eyes wide with horror as she crawled back.

"Don't come any closer!" She screamed, throwing a pillow at me as I climbed the bed. "Don't..."

She looked at me just the way mother looked at me after I killed John. That was the first time she had called me a monster.

I dragged her back toward me. "Don't look at me like that!" I roared. My hands gripped her throat, trembling. "Not with those eyes."

I could take it from anyone else but not her.

She clawed at my arm, gasping. I pressed harder.

"Why didn't you love me?" I choked out. Something wet fell on her face from my eyes.

It didn't make sense that she had both of us but hated me because of my father. She shouldn't have had me. She should have killed me instead of bringing me into the world to suffer.

"I should kill you, mother," I whispered. "That way, you wouldn't feel hurt because of me."

I will make Liam feel what I felt all those years. Take away every person who loved him. Mother. Leah.

Leah?

Her voice broke through the haze.

"Aiden... Aiden, please..."

Her face came back into focus, red and terrified. 

I let go as she turned, coughing, holding her throat, and scrambling to get away from me.

I reached for her. "Leah."

She recoiled from my touch.

My breath hitched, then steadied.

Yes, she was different from mother. Mother had already chosen who to love. But Leah? She was mine. She belonged here, in my bed. She would understand with time. I have time.

"You will love me, Leah," I said almost to myself. "No, you have to. You will love me more than you ever loved him."

I kissed her again, desperately trying to claim what was mine.

Or what I thought was.

"Are you trying to rape me?" Her voice cracked.









Chapter 27  

Aiden

The air sucked from my lungs as her eyes stared at me, terrified and accusing.

I saw myself in the basement, pinned down, screaming my throat sore, begging, but no one came.

"Like father, like son." Liam's voice echoed.

No.No.No. I am nothing like him.

"Is this it, Aiden? Are you going to violate me now?"

It felt like she pushed a dagger into my chest and dragged it down.

I fell off the bed. "No. I didn't mean it. I just—"

"Where are you going?" She yelled, her voice broken as she climbed down the bed as I scooted away from her. "Don't act like you are fucking hurt, Aiden. You don't get to act that way when you have done nothing but sexually assault me."

I stumbled to my feet, heart pounding furiously like it was trying to break free. When she tried to touch me, I jerked away from her like she was fire and did the only thing I could think of.

I ran.

I ran like the coward I was. Away from her and the truth cause running was easier. Because in that moment, I finally saw myself.

I was a monster.

But she was behind me, screaming at me to come and finish what I had started. I didn't dare look back because if I did... I wasn't sure I could bear the look in her eyes.


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I didn't care where I was going as long as it was far from her. 

I needed a distraction, alcohol, a woman. Anything to get her fucking face out of my head. 

Since when did I give her this much power over me?

I was really trying to forget her, yet the woman I ended up with was a fucking blonde. The same long, wavy hair. The difference was their eye colour and vibe. She was easy. Leah wasn't. She made it hard. A goddamn stubborn woman. She wanted me, but she refused to surrender.

The random woman smiled, Leah never did. I have only seen her smile once and even then it wasn't directed at me.

I bent her over the armrest, my frustration pouring out with every movement.

"You are so intense," she gasped. "I like it."

"Don't fucking look at me," I growled, shoving her head down when she turned.

Her perfume choked me. Her fake moans irritated me.

"Mmmm, yes."

"Shut the fuck up." I gripped her hips harder, moving faster, trying to feel something. Anything.

But every time I closed my eyes, her face came back. The pure disgust in her eyes. 

"Are you trying to rape me?"

I froze.

My heart pounded as I turned searching the room like she would be standing there, judging me.

She wasn't there, just in my head.

Even when I was inside someone else... she was still messing with me.

"What's going on?" The woman asked, confused.

"Get out."

"The fuck?"

"I said get the fuck out."

She jerked up, yanking her dress down as she huffed past me. "Asshole."

I dropped on the couch, head falling back and breath heavy.

It seems sex is off the table. 

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"Dude, you look like sleep gave up on you," Storm said, eyeing the bottles of alcohol littered on the floor.

Alcohol also didn't help.

I was lying on the sofa in my office, staring at the ceiling, with an arm over my head. 

I hadn't slept in days. Every time I tried, the demons came stronger than last time. Not that they left me when i was awake, but staying awake made it all feel less real.

I asked, voice hoarse. "Did she eat?"

"A little," Storm replied. "I can assure you she is doing better than you."

I sighed, sitting up. 

I hadn't stepped into the room since that day. I only watched her through the camera. She always looked right into it, like she could see him. She stared long enough to make me flinch before finally turning away. 

Well, that was before she smashed the damn camera.

"The private investigator showed up at the hospital. Seems like he has been tailing Liam. There is a chance he knows he visited."

My jaw tensed. He must have known he was a suspect when he came here. Was he trying to give them a clue?

"Have someone tail the private investigator," I said. "They should be prepared to kill him if I give the order."

"O-okay," he stressed.

I ran a hand down my face. I needed to sleep.

"You are still going to let her go when you get bored, right?"

"I am not sure."

"No. Fuck no, Aiden," he said. "That wasn't the plan. Do you want to keep her here forever?"

Forever. What was so wrong with that? She was mine even if she hated me for it.

Later that night...

The door creaked open quietly.

I stirred on the couch, opening my eyes as light from the hallway spilt into the dark office, outlining a shadow that hadn't stepped in yet, still hidden behind the door. 

No one entered without knocking. Not even Storm.

My hand slid under the cushion, fingers wrapping around my gun. I sat up,holding my breath, every muscle braced to shoot once the person stepped through.

Whoever it was had to be bold or stupid.

The door swung open fully, revealing a slender silhouette. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face like a veil making her look like a fucking ghost.

My heart nearly leaped from my chest.

"Jesus christ, Leah," I muttered , lowering my gun. "Are you trying to get yourself shot?"

She didn't answer. She only stood there staring into the room, like a ghost that refused to be exorcised.

I wasn't ready to meet her. But watching her standing there in my shirt knowing damn well she was fucking naked underneath undid me.

I sucked in a sharp breath, digging my nails into my flesh. If she saw how I was reacting from just her standing there, she would run. 

I should have ended this before it got out of hand. Before she became more than just a passing obsession. A fucking distraction. 

I rose slowly. "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" I asked as I approached her.

"Are you done running?" She said quietly.

"You came to me," I pointed out.

She should have stayed away. I was doing her a favour. But she didn't.

I brushed the mess of hair from her face, lifting her chin more careful than I expected myself to be. Her gaze met mine, exhausted, but not afraid. They weren't accusing.

My thumb grazed her cheek. Her breath hitched, but she didn't stop me.

"You," I said, squeezing her jaw lightly.

She was under my skin, deeper than I had let anyone get in years. And I know what that meant. I had created a fucking weakness. 

Her stomach growled loudly.

She looked away, her face turning red.

I blinked, the corner of my mouth twitching. "That's why you came. You are hungry."

I tilted my head to see her face as she bit her lip, and I resisted the urge to laugh.

It was 2 a.m, so Clare must have clocked out. She must have stood outside the door for a long time, biting her lip as she realised I was her only option. 

My finger brushed against the cut on her bottom lip.

"Want me to make you something?"

She didn't reply.

"So fucking stubborn," I murmured, taking her hand and when she didn't pull away, I laced my fingers through hers and started leading her toward the kitchen.

I gestured to the stool by the counter. "Sit."

And without disappointing me, she didn't move.

I shook my head, chuckling. "You like being told what to do, but you never actually listen."

I lifted her easily, noticing she was leaner than the last time I touched her.

She stiffened for a moment, then let me place her on the island, her legs dangling off the edge. "You love it when I do things for you, don't you?" 

My hands slid down the curve of her legs, resting at her bare feet. They were cold.

"You shouldn't be walking around barefoot," I said, absentmindedly rubbing warmth back into her toes. Her body jolted when my thumb brushed a certain spot.

She gasped, her fingers clenching the edge of the island.

My eyes flicked up to hers, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth like I had just discovered a gold mine. "Sensitive here?"









Chapter 28  

Aiden

I drew a circle along the arch of her foot, her toes curled, her breath hitched, and lips parted. She bit down on the reaction.

I leaned closer. "Guess there are still things about your body I haven't learned yet."

She turned her head toward me, her face inches from mine. Her lips were right there, begging to be kissed. I stared at them, heart pounding.

"I want to kiss you," I breathed. "Can I?"

"Will you back off if I said no?"

The air was thick with tension and unspoken words as we stared at each other for what felt like hours.

"You are making it hard for me, doll," I muttered, dropping my forehead to her neck. My scent on her wrapped around me. She had used my body wash. My nose brushed against her neck as my hand moved to her waist. 

She was so warm, so breakable. She was mine.

Her stomach growled again, snapping me from whatever ungodly move I was trying to pull. 

"What do you think about pasta?" I asked, moving to the cabinet.

I could feel her behind me, her eyes tracking my every move.

I turned, arms crossing over my chest dramatically. "Why do I get the feeling you are considering eating me instead?"

She didn't react. No eye roll, not even a twitch of a lip. She just turned away, her expression blank.

"Damn, that was cold."

I turned back to the stove and continued cooking. A few minutes later, I felt her eyes on me again.

I smiled.

I didn't think cooking for someone else, especially when she was watching me, so intently could feel like...

What the hell did it feel like?


"How long till you are done?"

She was now standing right next to me, glaring impatiently into the pan. I didn't even hear her approaching.

I tapped the back of the wooden spoon lightly against her head. "Almost done, go and sit down,"

She pouted, grumbling under her breath as she shuffled back to the stool.


After dishing it out, I placed the plate in front of her.

She tolk a small bite, suprise flashing in her eyes before she could hide it. The unsaid compliment made me smirk. 

I pulled another stool out and sat, watching her take another bite, then another faster now, like it might vanish if she didn't finish first.

"You are going to choke," I said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Calm down. No one's taking it from you."

I watched her as she ate like a man starved but not for food. I was starving for her.

Every small sound she made, every flick of her eyes toward me, was a brutal kind of touch. 

I couldn't stop imagining what her lips tasted like if I leaned in and took what I wanted. What I owned, but still couldn't possess.

When her tongue darted out to lick a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth, my breath shuddered out of me, ragged and hungry.

Jesus christ, Aiden, get a fucking grip. 

When I looked back up, her eyes were on me. My heart kicked hard in my chest like I had just been caught doing something I shouldn't.

She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"You are hard," she pointed out, her eyes staring shamelessly at the strain in my pants. I swelled harder under her stare.

"Do you plan on doing something about that?"

Her gaze snapped back to mine, and for a second I forgot how to breath.

She stepped off the stool and stood between my legs. I shifted slightly, adjusting against the unbearable tightness in my pants.

"How long will it take you to get bored of me?" She asked.

I stared at her without answering.

She repeated. "If I let you fuck me, how long before you get bored?"

"We will have to find out," I said even though I knew the answer already.

Her fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, and she pulled it off slowly, her eyes holding mine. 

I exhaled sharply, my pants growing impossible tight as my eyes raked over her bare skin.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

She didn't say it because she wanted me. 

It was because I had broken her so far past herself she thought giving her body was the only way I would let her go. But she didn't know, that I had burned that exit long ago the moment she crawled her way into the living part of me. Still I touched her. Because I was a twisted, selfish bastard who let his cock speak louder than the pain in her voice.

My fingers brushed against her hardened nipple and she flinched, fists clenching at her sides. I leaned in sucking her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it while I pinched the other.

A soft whimper broke from her throat, and it lit something dark in me.

"I am warning you," I murmured, rising from the stool slowly, towering over her. "Once you give yourself to me again... there is no going back."

Not that I would give her a chance to.

"I will do whatever I want to this body until I am bored of it."

Until I have buried myself so deep inside you, you won't remember what another man felt like.

Her breath shook as she looked up at me, lips parting as if she wanted to say something. Probably regretting her decision. I didn't give her a chance.

My mouth was on hers, bruising and consuming, daring her to change her mind. She tasted like sin and spaghetti, and it made me hungrier. My tongue swept through her mouth like I could erase everything she was with every stroke.

She gasped when I gripped her waist and lifted her up, then she clung to me, wrapping her legs around me.

I carried her out of the kitchen, dropped onto the sofa, with her straddling me, our lips parting briefly only when breath demanded it.

"Mmm," she moaned, biting down on her lip to hide it.

I kneaded her ass, dragging her down against my cock. She moved against me like she couldn't help herself. Her body never lied like her mouth did. It was beautifully honest with what it wanted.

Goosebumps covered her skin, her body shivering with every touch. She reacted like it was the first time she had ever been touched right. And her eyes. God. The way they looked at me raw and vulnerable.

Did she ever look at Liam like this? Did he ever see her fall apart like this?

The thought made something dark twist inside me. My grip tightened, fingers digging into her ass and she whimpered.

She covered my eyes with her trembling hands.

"Don't look at me," she whispered, fighting a moan, but I could hear it anyway. 

"Why?" I asked.

"Just... don't."

I felt her tears fall on my face.

My chest tightened knowing she was thinking about him.

"Don't act like I forced you."

"I hate you," she sobbed.

I ripped her hands away from my eyes and shoved her down onto the sofa, caging her under me. 

"You sound like you are trying to convince yourself, Leah."

I thrust into her, deep, merciless, like a man who knew he had already damned her and wasn't about to pretend to save her now.

Her nails sank into my shoulders, back arching, mouth opening as she cried out. She felt too good. Too wet, too tight.

"Look at me," I growled. "Take a look at who is doing this to you. So next time you try to think of him, remember this moment. How your body begged for me. How you clenched around my cock like you never wanted to let go."

She was crying harder now. A mixture of pleasure and shame.

I didn't care. I took everything. More than she wanted to give. More than she knew she had left.

She thought I had already taken everything from her. She was wrong. I was still taking.

And she was going to take responsibility for exposing me to whatever the fuck this feeling was.

"This will be the last time I cry for you, Aiden," she choked out.

No, Leah. It won't be. If I had to burn the entire world and drag you screaming into my hell just to keep you where you belong. 

I would.


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