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And for the first time, I decide to share my past, hoping that one day he’ll share his with me. “You know why I am afraid of heights?”
His eyes slice straight to mine, sparkling with an aching torment. I draw in a long breath. “I was eight, and I was climbing in a tree. I didn’t know how to get down. My father told me he would catch me. And, I believed him… I jumped to fall into his arms. I jumped, but he stepped aside, letting me hit the ground.” I sigh, remembering this painful memory. “I fell down in the grass, broke my leg. He told me to stop crying. He didn’t care. It was my fault. An eight-year-old girl’s fault, that her father didn’t love her enough to care. It was a lesson. That nobody will ever catch me. That nobody will ever…”Love me.
I smile, trying to hide the fact that saying this out loud hurts me more than I thought it would. “He left, and I never saw him again.”
That day, I lost my mother too. She remarried for money right after and taught me to never open my heart. She has been broken and trained me to be perfect and heartless. I was her revenge against men, she shaped me to her desire. But by trying to protect me, she broke me. And she couldn’t see it. I start to feel that my coward of a father was right. Men brokeus. They try to make me bend to their will, abuse me, and serve themselves before leaving me. Used. Alone. Ashamed.
“I want everything, Aaron,” I speak, disgusted. I want revenge. I’m tired of not being enough, of feeling powerless. My jaw tightens as I meet the dark angry part of myself. The one I’ve been trying to suppress for years. I’ve been hiding, pretending to be someone I’m not for so long that I lost sight of who I am.
I’ve been manipulated. Conditioned to obey. It feels like my life has never been mine to begin with.
“That I can understand.” Our gazes connect, and I lose myself, admiring his cerulean eyes tainted with burning flames by the light of the sunset. “For what it’s worth, I would have caught you,” he adds.
You already did.
“You already have everything, Aaron. A brilliant career, every woman you want, money, good looks.” The list is long. How could someone like him possibly understand me?
“Every woman except one, apparently?”
I smile at his comment, proud that he recognizes my weak attempts at resisting him. “You can’t have everything without sacrifices. I pushed my limits to become someone. I was driven by the need to excel, to be invincible.” His tone, profound and determined, betrays his fear. He never wanted to be insignificant.Like me.
“I have nothing else to lose.” He frowns his eyebrows like he is trying to erase a painful memory. His fists tighten. Darkness flickers in his eyes.
“So, it means you lost someone.”
“My brother,” he drops before swallowing. His eyes widen in fear, like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
I reach for Aaron’s hand to intertwine my fingers with his, but he pushes it away. He’s unreachable, detaching himself from all emotional connections. That’s why he doesn’t sleep in the same bed as a woman, that’s why he never stays with them for more than a night, that’s why he races dangerously.He loved his brother.Love rhymes for him with pain and suffering. He associates a positive word with his torment. He is lonely. A lone wolf.
“I know what it is to—”
“You don’t know anything.” Flames of angst lick through him as rage throb in him like a heartbeat. “I don’t need fucking saving.”
“You are better than you think you are. I know it.” The way he acted with the kid at the carnival, his concern for me, shows he cares more than he thinks. Someone as passionate as he is couldn’t be heartless, the headlines were all wrong about him. The opposite of love isn’t hatred—it’s indifference. “I’ll prove it to you.”
“That’s a risky bet you’re taking, Elle.”
I stare at his icy eyes. He stares into my warm hazel eyes. There are no words left. Only actions. We both know what we need. We knew from the start this moment would happen. A moment when our carnal desires can’t be ignored. A moment to escape. To lose control.
“Aaron,” I whisper, my voice weak.
“Elle,” he drops, lustful and desperate.
My heartbeat quickens with one certainty—tonight, I won’t be insignificant. I’ll allow him to serve himself—but this time, on my call—to reach my freedom.
“Use me.”
An animal craving
Aaron is my own aphrodisiac, sending a bolt of glowing fireworks inside my whole body. I’m ruled by hungry greed, tasting Wolf’s lips like an animal. He is a vortex of sins, blossoming each of my cravings. Crushing my control.
Aaron pins me hard against the wall of our bedroom, his muscular body pressed against mine, while he cuffs my wrists with his strong grip. I’m vibrating, humming with lust, not caring if he wants to possess me. I don’t mind anymore. I just want to connect. To quiver under his touches freely.
A moan escapes me as he weaves his tongue around mine. He lifts me up, my thighs bracing on his hips as he curves my butt cheek with one hand and my nape with the other. His kisses on my neck send a wave of goose bumps across my whole body. I run my fingers down his back, craving more, feeling his erection pressing on my stomach. I know tonight, I’ll answer every one of his desires. Each cell of my body eager to receive his touch. Head spinning. Heart beating. Me, simpering. He puts a spell on me.
“Elle.” His domineering and sultry tone enlivens me. “If you continue to tease me, I won’t be able to stop.” His eyes, insatiable and drugged with lust, bore into mine. He’s giving me one more chance to escape.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my doe eyes begging him to kiss me. I’ve never felt this intense urge to be pleased. I’m inflamed with the need of him.
