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Everything about Aiden King is black. Black mind. Black heart. Black soul.
Being hated by Aiden King is dangerous. But being wanted by him is lethal.
I just kneed Aiden fucking King in the balls!
Aiden is a deviant. A dangerous deviant.
He removes his jacket, places it on the edge of the chair and rolls the cuffs of his shirt to near his elbows, revealing strong veiny arms and… tattoos.
“Be mine.”
“Say yes to my offer and I wouldn’t have to search for your body’s yes.” “I can’t just be yours.” “Why not?” “I hate you, that’s why.”
I’m burning and Aiden is my hell.
“Being mine is a fact, not an option. I don’t give a fuck if you embrace it or fight it in front of me.”
“Be mine and you become the queen on my board.” He pauses and flicks his tongue to lick my lower lip. “Fight and you’ll remain a pawn.”
“If anyone dares to look at you, let alone touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking murder them. Is that clear?”
“Aiden… Oh, my God, Aiden!!” He stops, his head peeking from between my thighs with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I love the idea of being your God.”
The way he touches me feels like he knew my body for decades. Like he owned my body for decades.
