Page 10 of Significant
“I’m not interested in sex. I’m not one of your fangirls who obeys you kindly. You can’t control me.”
“And you, Elle, you can’t control yourself all the time. Or you’ll end up waiting for a dream that doesn’t exist.”
“You’re wrong,” I mutter.
His fingers tease my bare skin, tracing my spine and electrifying my nerves, as his other hand attuned our bodies together. His intense gaze meets mine, analyzing my reaction to his touch, giving me a chance to back off, but I remain receptive.
“Am I?” He skims his hand up my waist, the edge of my breast, like a poison running through my veins.
“Yes.” I ache, losing control of my own body.
“What if I prove the contrary?” He rubs his lips close to mine, his husky voice bewitching me. God, I can’t want him.
“You—”
He collides his lips into mine without a warning, and I give in. Let him consume me. My skin flushes hot. I’m melting under the fierce heat of our drugging kiss. He awakens every nerve of my body. Taking more. Claiming more. Burning me more. And I’m relishing every moment of it. I open my mouth eagerly to let him take the lead. I’m overpowered by all of Aaron, afraid he’ll be my addiction.
Our tongues dance together. His hands clench my waist, passionately creasing the material of my dress. I abandon my control to the man I barely know, the man who creates an empyrean pleasure in me. Scorching my senses. Crushing me. My fingers intertwine in his hair, our kiss almost violent to the point where I could make him bleed. To the point where I don’t need oxygen to breathe.
The wrong man who brings to life all the right things.
A damaged god breaking the mortal.
A story that promises only tragedy.
“So, Elle, do you want to be mine?” He stops our kiss but maintains the proximity between us.
Mine.I’ll never be someone’s property again. I could succumb to Wolf, but he’ll never have more from me. I could never go out with someone for casual pleasure. I could never accept the rules, the expiration date written on my face. Being his flavor of the month to allow him to ditch me after I’m of no use. He’ll never have my heart, my broken heart, that has been shattered into microscopic pieces.
It’s unassailable.
But he could still own my pride. And that I won’t allow.
Rules. Agreement. Game.
It’s not like I have a choice. I need his help to show that I’m valuable. Securing my job while dazzling Nina with the article no one has been able to obtain. I fought my whole life to be where I am today—for my independence. And hopefully someday, my freedom. After all, I have nothing to lose.What’s left of me is a deep, consuming hunger.
A need for revenge.
How weak I’ve become, how Stephan destroyed me. I felt ashamed for so long, I can’t be seen anymore as the sweet, docile girl who couldn’t stand up for herself. The one who wasn’t perfect enough. I’m tired of hearing the demons of my past. Maybe Aaron is my only choice, my only possibility for a brighter future. My escape.
He sets the game.
I set the rules.
A mutual salvation. Nothing more.
“Yes, I accept,” I mumble. He quirks his eyebrow in surprise. “But, I won’t date you, and even less sleep with you. That’s a non-negotiable rule.” Again, I don’t know if I’m trying to convince myself or him.Probably both.
“One date. Give me one date to change your mind.” He remains unflappable as if he were expecting my answer.
I mean, who wouldn’t want to date him? To have the illusion you can change a man like Aaron. That you’ll be the one to be different. Significant. I’m not naive enough to believe that. I know I’m a challenge, the one who resisted him. Nothing more.
I’ll use him to save me. Not destroy me.
And for the wrong reasons, I reply, “Fine. One date.”
It’s just a date. It doesn’t engage me in anything.
