her shoulders, in any case.
Aiden swallowed. Fuck. A naked Sibelle. He hadn’t signed up for that shit-storm.
“You mess up and your solution is to kill your way out of it? Really, dipshit?”
Aiden lifted an eyebrow, surprised to hear his little petname for the thief on her lips.
“And what happens to Lucia when you go to jail for attempted murder?”
“You’re right. I messed up. Nothing to do with you.”
“ Everything to do with me,” she yelled back. “Every fucking time, up until the day I stop caring about you. Well, I’m quite obviously paying for it now – in a rather pleasing fashion, I must admit.”
This, in a flirty undertone, was directed towards him, and Aiden’s mind went blank.
Women didn’t openly flirt with him like that – not anymore. That little smile was cruel, because he had to remind himself that it wasn’t real.
“If that’s what it takes to make you realize that you’re ruining our life along with yours, so be it,” Belle told her brother, before grabbing Aiden by the elastic band of his pants and pulling him inside her room. “I owe you, what was it, eighty nine fucks, Handsome?”
She was talking against his ear, just loud enough for her brother to get every word, blowing hot air on his skin.
Hell. He’d landed in one of the circles of hell. The growl escaping his throat wasn’t even a little bit faked.
“Let yourself out, Ben. We’re going to be busy.”
She closed the door on that note, before drawing Aiden closer and whispering softly:
“Remember what we’ve said about noises? ”
Fuck. He wasn’t ready for that. How was he supposed to…
She jumped, clasping her legs around his waist and every thought flew out of the window.
Sibelle whimpered, and it was all he could do to stop himself from laughing.
Ok, she wasn’t going to win actress of the year anytime soon; her lack of conviction seemed to be an unexpected grace, until he realized that convincing the brother was up to him.
Aiden closed his eyes and prayed he was strong enough for this, before turning around, imprisoning her between his arms and the doors.
She attempted another “oh yes,” so pathetic he actually chuckled. It was all good, though; she wasn’t supposed to really enjoy this.
But then, he dipped his head on her neck and dropped his lips just there, enticing a long, low moan from her. That one wasn’t faked.
Aiden felt himself smile against her skin.
Fuck it. There was no chance that they’d end up like that again; might as well enjoy it.
His hand ran from her waist to her throat, slowly, sensually, earning various gasps every time it grazed a sensitive spot.
“You’re terrible at faking it, Sibelle Thornton,” he murmured against her ear. “So, I’m going to make you sound convincing.”
He swallowed her reply, his lips taking hers, and making her forget her own name.
He was good at that; but he hadn’t been certain he was good enough for her to forget what he looked like, or why she was here, until her sweet, soft, electrifying lips returned his kiss with fervor.
Aiden was hard as a metal rod and there was no way she didn’t feel that, as her legs were wrapped around his waist, but he hadn’t expected her reaction to it. Instead of running for the hills, she grinded against him.
Fuck. It took everything he had, but Aiden managed to regain hold of his senses.
“Enough,” he breathed. “Your bother left.”
He’d been gone for a good five minutes, but never mind.
Sibelle’s gaze was hooded, and her eyes didn’t leave his lips for a while. He almost felt the wheels turning underneath the dark curls and it killed him.
Because he knew what was happening. She was aroused; he’d done a good job of working her up. And right now, she was wondering if she wanted him to finish what he’d started.
Then, she looked down, blushing so beautifully watching her almost hurt.
“Right. Well, thanks for your… help .”
Aiden managed to maintain his
Aiden swallowed. Fuck. A naked Sibelle. He hadn’t signed up for that shit-storm.
“You mess up and your solution is to kill your way out of it? Really, dipshit?”
Aiden lifted an eyebrow, surprised to hear his little petname for the thief on her lips.
“And what happens to Lucia when you go to jail for attempted murder?”
“You’re right. I messed up. Nothing to do with you.”
“ Everything to do with me,” she yelled back. “Every fucking time, up until the day I stop caring about you. Well, I’m quite obviously paying for it now – in a rather pleasing fashion, I must admit.”
This, in a flirty undertone, was directed towards him, and Aiden’s mind went blank.
Women didn’t openly flirt with him like that – not anymore. That little smile was cruel, because he had to remind himself that it wasn’t real.
“If that’s what it takes to make you realize that you’re ruining our life along with yours, so be it,” Belle told her brother, before grabbing Aiden by the elastic band of his pants and pulling him inside her room. “I owe you, what was it, eighty nine fucks, Handsome?”
She was talking against his ear, just loud enough for her brother to get every word, blowing hot air on his skin.
Hell. He’d landed in one of the circles of hell. The growl escaping his throat wasn’t even a little bit faked.
“Let yourself out, Ben. We’re going to be busy.”
She closed the door on that note, before drawing Aiden closer and whispering softly:
“Remember what we’ve said about noises? ”
Fuck. He wasn’t ready for that. How was he supposed to…
She jumped, clasping her legs around his waist and every thought flew out of the window.
Sibelle whimpered, and it was all he could do to stop himself from laughing.
Ok, she wasn’t going to win actress of the year anytime soon; her lack of conviction seemed to be an unexpected grace, until he realized that convincing the brother was up to him.
Aiden closed his eyes and prayed he was strong enough for this, before turning around, imprisoning her between his arms and the doors.
She attempted another “oh yes,” so pathetic he actually chuckled. It was all good, though; she wasn’t supposed to really enjoy this.
But then, he dipped his head on her neck and dropped his lips just there, enticing a long, low moan from her. That one wasn’t faked.
Aiden felt himself smile against her skin.
Fuck it. There was no chance that they’d end up like that again; might as well enjoy it.
His hand ran from her waist to her throat, slowly, sensually, earning various gasps every time it grazed a sensitive spot.
“You’re terrible at faking it, Sibelle Thornton,” he murmured against her ear. “So, I’m going to make you sound convincing.”
He swallowed her reply, his lips taking hers, and making her forget her own name.
He was good at that; but he hadn’t been certain he was good enough for her to forget what he looked like, or why she was here, until her sweet, soft, electrifying lips returned his kiss with fervor.
Aiden was hard as a metal rod and there was no way she didn’t feel that, as her legs were wrapped around his waist, but he hadn’t expected her reaction to it. Instead of running for the hills, she grinded against him.
Fuck. It took everything he had, but Aiden managed to regain hold of his senses.
“Enough,” he breathed. “Your bother left.”
He’d been gone for a good five minutes, but never mind.
Sibelle’s gaze was hooded, and her eyes didn’t leave his lips for a while. He almost felt the wheels turning underneath the dark curls and it killed him.
Because he knew what was happening. She was aroused; he’d done a good job of working her up. And right now, she was wondering if she wanted him to finish what he’d started.
Then, she looked down, blushing so beautifully watching her almost hurt.
“Right. Well, thanks for your… help .”
Aiden managed to maintain his
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