Page 38 of His to Keep
“Iwasmad at you for entering me,” I say hotly, hoping to redirect him away from his conclusions about Luke. No good can come from that. “I was mad because you knew I didn’t want to do it and you made me anyhow. Which is why I ended things on Friday.”
He rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t work like that, Rebecca. I’m your dom. I make the decisions.”
“You’re not my dom,” I shoot back. “Because, again, I ended things on Friday.”
His eyes narrow. “And now you think you’ve moved on to someone else, is that it?” He points behind him to the street outside. “You think you can just humiliate me and start showing up at the club with Davis?”
A chill runs down my back. I hadn’t given much thought to what would happen if Luke and I went back to Club Wyld and saw Aden.
“This isn’t about you,” I say, trying to sound reasonable. “I wasn’t happy. We want different things—”
He reaches out and grips my arm, tight. “We want the same things, you little slut. I want to do nasty, filthy things to your body and you want to let me. Because that’s what sluts like you need, isn’t it? You need to be fucked and spanked and whipped by men just like me.”
“No,” I whisper, trying to pull my arm away. “I don’t want that. Not with you.”
There’s a rage in Aden’s eyes I’ve only ever seen when he has a whip or a belt in his hands. It sends a chill straight through me.He doesn’t control you,I remind myself.You never have to be with him like that again.
“You think you’re so high and mighty? You’re adeviant, Rebecca. Nice girls don’t want the things you want. Nice girls don’t want to be tied down and spanked. They don’t want to be controlled. Nice girls don’t let men like me hurt them. But you love all those things, don’t you?” He leans down so his sneering face is within inches of mine. “So that means you’re not a nice girl. You’re a dirty little tramp and you’re lucky I ever agreed to touch your filthy, slutty body.”
His words shouldn’t bother me. He has no control over me anymore. He shouldn’t be able to hurt me. But this isn’t the first time I’ve heard him say these things. This was one of his favorite litanies when we were together at the club, when he had me bound and tied and was using my body. It always seemed to get him off, talking to me this way, degrading me, and I thought that meant I had to put up with it. Wasn’t it my job to please him?
But I know better now. I know that being submissive doesn’t mean blindly accepting abuse. Luke taught me that, and I refuse to forget it now.
I yank my arm, hard, and finally free myself. I poke my finger in Aden’s chest. “Whatever kind of girl I am has nothing to do with you, asshole. Like I’ve told you three times now, we’re done.”
The rage I see flashing in his eyes is so intense that I have to suppress a shudder. “You think so, huh? Well I’ve got news for you. We’re done when I say we’re done.”
“Get out of my building—”
He ignores me completely, stepping forward yet again to crowd me against the wall. “You fucked me over, girl, and I’m not happy.”
“Jesus, Aden,” I snap. “You can find another sub. God knows you had several even when I was with you.”
“Scott doesn’t want another sub. He wants you.”
I freeze at the mention of the client I met on Friday, blood turning cold in my veins. “What are you talking about?”
“He took a liking to you,” Aden says, derisive gaze flicking down my body. “Though I have no idea why. There are a dozen girls at Wyld that are ten times hotter than you.”
“Nice,” I mutter. “Send him to one of them and leave me the hell alone.”
“I tried that,” he snarls. “He wants you.”
Something cold is slithering through my belly. “He saw me for half an hour. Why would he—”
“That wasn’t his first night at the club,”
“What? You said you were showing him around.”
“It was the first time he came in with me. He did business with Phillip Matthews at the club last month. That’s why he requested we have our meeting there last night. Turns out he got a bit of a taste for the Wyld.” His smirk makes me feel sick. “Got a bit of a taste for you, more specifically. Apparently, our scene with Cresseda and Gina was very eye opening to him.”
The nausea swirls in my belly. The scene with Cresseda and Gina is one I try not to remember. Both girls were also subs of his, and neither thought anything of complying with his orders. He said he was going to train me to lose my aversion to girl on girl scenes, even if he had to use a whip to do it. He had used the whip, excessively, and I went home feeling dirty and used.
In this moment, I regret ever meeting Aden Roth. Because no matter what I do or who I’m with, he’s always going to have these memories of me. I’ll never be able to wipe away these experiences from either of our minds, no matter how much I want to. How did it take me so long to see how fucked up it all was? Why did I think I needed to settle for his poison?
“He wants you, Rebecca,” Aden spits out. “The only reason he approached me for this deal is because he was hoping for a specific kind of payment.”
“I…what do you mean?”
