Chapter 7 ~ What

• Aiden
• When I walked in on her dressing and my eyes caught that perfect, round ass, I damn near lost my mind.
• It took everything in me not to garb those soft cheeks, spank it until it turned bright red, and watch it jiggle under my palm while she whimpered.
• Fuck.
• I exhaled sharply, reaching down to adjust my throbbing cock straining painfully against my pants.
• I'd spent the last two hours in the bathroom jerking off, trying to think of anything but her ass, her scent, the sound of her breath, and the way her skin flushed when she was embarrassed.
• My nails dug into my thigh as I leaned back in the seat, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
• I'd seen plenty of women, fucked them, but this one? She was fucking dangerous. The kind of woman who could ruin a man without even trying.
• "Jesus, man. This chick's got you by the balls," Storm said, shooting me a side eye from the driver's seat. "You even took her dress like the fucking pervert you are." He clicked his tongue, eyeing the bag beside me.
• I wonder what he'd say if he knew I had her soaked panties in my pocket.
• "Correction," I growled. "She left it and ran like a scared little rabbit."
• He chuckled. "Can't blame her. You probably looked at her like a starving beast."
• He was right. If she hadn't refused me I would've had her bent over and shoved my thick cock so deep inside her she'd feel me for days. Fuck her until she was drooling, crying and creaming all over me.
• I let out a deep, throaty laugh already getting hard again just thinking about it.
• Now, that would give her father a heart attack if he ever found out.
• When I told him I was interested in her, a muscle in his jaw had twitched. "She's off-limits."
• "And why is that?"
• "She is married. And even if she weren't, I wouldn't want you anywhere near my daughter."
• I didn't know she was his daughter. That and her being married were just meaningless details anyway. It sure as hell wasn't going to stop me.
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• I descended the narrow stairs to the basement, the screams of a man echoing from below.
• Removing the cigarette from between my lips, I let out a puff of smoke, the scent mixing with the thick, metallic stench of blood.
• A naked man was tied to a chair with a rope, his body drenched in his blood. Storm delivered a brutal punch to the man's stomach, and he coughed more blood.
• "Boss," one of my men rushed over.
• "Did any of them talk?" I asked.
• "No."
• I glanced over at another bloodied figure slumped unconscious in a chair.
• "And him?"
• "He fainted during the interrogation."
• "Wake him up," I ordered.
• He scurried away, grabbing a bucket of water and dumping it over the unconscious man who gasped awake, sputtering and coughing. His eyes darted around wide with fear, and when he recognized me, he froze.
• Storm turned to me, his white shirt stained with blood. "You are here," he said, and I nodded at him to continue.
• I strode over to where the man sat.
• "Aiden! I swear," he started trying to scoot away, his chair scraping uselessly against the floor. "I-I didn't know it was your turf! I never would have accepted the deal if I had known!"
• I chuckled darkly, "Oh, I am aware of that."
• I reached down, stabbing the glowing butt of the cigarette into an open injury in his shoulder, and he screamed.
• "I just need a fucking name," I said calmly, throwing the cigarette away. "Who ordered it?"
• "I don't know," he cried. "We never met them. They just gave us the drop location. The money wasn't even what they promised."
• "Is that so?" I straightened turning to the man beside me. "Bring me the hammer."
• His eyes went wide with fear, and he begged, "Please! That's all I know! I would never lie to you, Aiden! I swear to God!"
• "Don't worry, we will just do a little refreshing of memory," I assured.
• "Boss." The man handed me the hammer.
• "Let's try again," I chuckled, swinging the hammer. "Who ordered it?"
• "I told you..." he howled in agony as the hammer came down hard on his thigh.
• At the end of the torture, I still got no name.
• Peeling my bloodstained clothes off, I tossed them into a corner as I walked toward the shower while untying my hair and loopinv the black band around my wrist.
• I closed my eyes, jaw clenched as the hot water poured over my body.
• I did't need a fucking soothsayer to know who was behind it.
• Dom fucking Blackwood.
• I slammed my fist against the tile, rage burning through me. He'd crossed the line this time around, and I was going to make him pay.
• The bathroom door opened behind me, followed by the clicking of heels on the floor. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. She was the only woman who entered my place uninvited.
• The footsteps stopped.
• She was probably undressing now.
• Sighing, I dragged my hand through my wet hair.
• She stepped closer, pressing her naked body to mine.
• "Talk."
• "Cold as always," she purred, her hands sliding over my torso, trailing lower until her fingers wrapped around my cock. Then she placed wet kisses along my back. "Gets me wet all the time."
• "Freya."
• "Julian sent a list," she murmured, stroking me slowly. "He wants them dead or alive, but I would rather you bring them alive. It's been a long time since I got to play with fresh meat."
• "Mhm," I groaned, already half lost in the feel of her hand.
• Even though she irritated me, I couldn't deny that she always came at the right time when I needed a good fuck.
• She moved in front of me, eyes locked with mine as she sank to her knees. She kissed the swollen head of my cock, her lips parting wide to take me in.
• My breath hitched as she bobbed her head, sucking me deep while her hand worked the base in perfect rhythm.
• "Fuck," I snarled, yanking her up by her arm and slamming her against the wall.
• Lifting her easily, she hooked her legs around my waist, gasping and digging her nails into my shoulders as I drove into her.
• As I pounded into Freya, her cries of pleasure filling the room, my mind drifted somewhere else.
• To a blonde pressed against this same wall, legs wrapped around me, while I brutally slammed into her, her pretty face twisted in shame and unwanted pleasure.
• I pictured her whimpering, her hips moving to meet my thrust even as she denied how much loved being fucked roughly.
• Those emerald eyes of hers would shimmer with tears, pleading for me to ruin her, and I would do exactly that. Pounding her until she was a shaking, crying mess until her walls clenched violently, and she screamed my name through the most intense orgasm of her life.
• "Fuck... Aiden," Freya's voice pulled me back to reality, killing the mood.
• "Goddamit," I muttered, pulling out and setting her down on her feet.
• "What happened?" She asked, confused and still breathing hard.
• "Shower and get out," I replied coldly, already turning away and leaving the bathroom.
• Grabbing the towel from the rack, I wrapped it around my waist and headed into the closet.
• Minutes later, Freya stromed in naked.
• "What the fuck was that?" She demanded.
• Ignoring her, I pulled out a pair of black sweatpants and moved to pick a shirt.
• She marched closer and stepped directly into my path, her nose flaring. "Don't you dare ignore me, Aiden."
• I sidestepped her and kept moving. "If you're done, leave."
• She followed me back into the bedroom, folding her arms across her chest. "And if I don't want to?"
• "I'll have Strom drag you out."
• Her eye twitched as she glared at me. "And you think I'll just stand there?"
• "Don't make me repeat myself, Freya," my voice lowered and she flinched.
• "Asshole."
• She snatched the shirt in my hand, yanked it over her head, grabbed her purse and stormed toward the door.
• It opened before she reached it, Storm standing right outside it.
• "Get the fuck out of my way," she snapped, shoving past him and slamming the door shut.
• The door opened again and Storm stepped inside, glancing after her retreating figure.
• "What has that bitch's panties in a twist?" He asked.
• I sighed. "Talk."
• He waved a card in his hand. "The mayor sent it. His daughter is getting married."