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“I would never. We all know that you are the one who is a ladies’ man,” Louis replies.
“At least it’s always consensual on my side.” And it’s a victory by K.O. for Aaron in this first round.
Louis swallows, tensing a bit, before smiling widely at me. “Well, I better go. I have a Grand Prix to win.” He passes in front of us and puts his hand on Aaron’s shoulder, whispering something I couldn’t understand. Aaron’s jaw clenches immediately, whatever he heard getting on his nerves.
He pushes Louis’ hand away and turns around to dominate him by his height. Their faces are a few inches from each other, their eyes narrowing like blades. I feel that round two is about to start.
“If it wasn’t for the no fight policy, I’d knock the shit out of you.” The alpha male threatens the Golden Boy, his fists tightening. I glance around to notice the other teams watching us.
“Aaron, stop,” I snap, unsure if it is wise of me to step into their fight. Why does he hate him so much? He is acting way out of line.
Louis smirks and raises his eyebrow. “Listen to your girl.” He puts his sunglasses on and leaves victoriously. “See you on the track… Wolfie.”
I take a deep breath, feeling relieved that Louis left, and no damage was done. But as usual, I thought too fast.
Aaron’s gaze slices straight to mine. “What were you doing talking to him?” He frowns and sighs before heading at a fast pace to his empty garage. I follow him, not understanding his whole proprietorial attitude.
“Do you know how he treats women?” He crosses his arms on his chest, leaning against the table behind him, his eyes darkening at me. He plays with his tongue inside of his mouth in order to hide the fact he is burning inside…jealous.He is jealous.Like I was.
At this moment, I want to tell him that I felt the same way when he was talking with his bimbos. I want to tell him that Louis doesn’t interest me, but there is no place for honesty in this conversation. If I’m honest, if I show my jealousy, I lose. It’s a game. A warfare of jealousy. A warfare where our demons are battling together, destroying ourselves as our souls melt under the bitterness of our thoughts. A warfare for power. Instead I reply, “What’s your problem, Aaron?”
“My problem is that I can’t stand him flirting with you,” he says in his raspy, domineering voice. His Adam’s apple bobs up—he acts like he’s claiming what his. But I don’t belong to him. I never will.
“Louis was actually very kind. Unlike you, he has some manners,” I retort. I want to hurt him, to prove to him I’m not his propriety.
“Don’t be stupid, he just wants to fuck you.” He is trying to remain in control, but I can tell he won’t be able to keep his control for long.
“And that’s not what you want, maybe?” I raise my eyebrow in provocation, jealousy consuming me, the thought of Amber spitting her venom at him still haunting my mind. “Or maybe you want to fuck me first? That’s all it is about, right?” I’m beginning to lose my temper and I couldn’t be more thankful that nobody is around us. I snort and shake my head.
His eyes keep roaming my face without a word for a moment, before speaking with an authoritative and forceful tone. “I don’t like to share, Elle.” His mouth sets a grim line before he emphasizes, “No, scratch that. I. Do. Not. Share.”
His threat resonates through my mind, my heart jumping, anticipating what will happen next. Aaron denies his emotions by indulging in the desire of the flesh. He can’t dominate nor tame his feelings; therefore, he loses himself in a distraction. Me.
Within the next couple of seconds, I’m pinned against the wall. His eyes darken with intense craving as he pinches his eyebrows. But this time, it’s not his lust for me that pushes him to get closer. It’s his need to be in control. To make me bend to his will. To be his perfect distraction. He squeezes my waist, connecting our bodies, his scorching look burning me. He searches for my authorization, for my desire to have him. But my past jealousy transforms itself into a deep sadness. I will never let a man take control of me again. I can’t play his game, because I will never win. I’m hurt and vulnerable.
“Then, you should find someone obedient. Like Amber,” I articulate, looking at the ground. My mother used to tell me that showing my jealousy to a man is the assured way to get him to hurt me.“If he knows your weakness, he will use it against you,’’ she repeated constantly.
You can’t change a man, but you can give him the whip to tame you.
“What if I want you.” It isn’t a question, but an affirmation.He wants me.But the real question should be, until when?
I swallow, forcing a smile to hide my weakness. “Not satisfied with your fan club, Mr. LeBeau?”
“I’m not a liar.” He lifts my chin up, and I brave to meet his eyes. “Amber is the sister of my teammate. I fucked her many years ago, but it meant nothing. I’ve been honest with her from the start, it’d never happen again. She’s irrelevant.” I can’t help but feel ashamed about my reaction. Not for judging him, but for being weak. Showing him my jealousy, that I’m not indifferent to him. And especially for giving him the opportunity to continue playing with me.
“I guess I’ll have to prove to you where my mind is.” His gaze is not leaving mine, tormenting my spirit and my ability to resist him. This animal magnetism is radiating from us at full force.
“How?” I ask.
“On you.”
His lips crush mine, and I’m caught into the tornado of lust and inexplicable emotions that is Aaron LeBeau. His palm grabs my chin as his other hand clutches our bodies together. I’m melting under his touch, his tongue claiming mine. Seductively. Dangerously. Fiercely. His strong arms encircle me into his embrace as our kisses grow stronger, eager, deeper. Deeper into our darkness. Eager to escape. Stronger for me to be broken, to need him until the point of no return. A moan escapes from me as he bites my lower lip gently. I’m crashing at full speed every time I’m in his embrace, and I cannot stop.
“Your lips taste like heaven,” he adds while my body is exploding of sensation under the fierce heat of our yearning.
He awakens my senses, creating a new craving. A craving for him. My sinful addiction. Leaving me wanting more. Begging for more. He pushes my boundaries and shakes my beliefs. Everything I wanted, I hoped for, my unanswered questions don’t matter anymore. I’m directed by an animal impulse to satisfy my needs.
There is no rule of how to win warfare—especially with Aaron LeBeau. Just to embrace it. To give in.
