Chapter 54

Aiden

“In a few minutes, you’re going to learn not to mention fucking other men in front of me,” I promised darkly. She peered at me with those magnetic green eyes, and I saw the exact moment challenge sparked in them.

“So you take offense at the mentioning part. That means I can fuck other men as long as I don’t mention it to you,” she finished with a smirk.

My lips curled into a cruel smile. Suddenly feeling dauntless, I was…wrong. The wrong fucking thing to say when I was already struggling to control the ugly jealousy brewing inside me.

“I see you’re itching to get your pretty little ass spanked red.”

The bravery on Freya’s beautiful face vanished as she swallowed hard. I grabbed her waist and flipped her over. She landed on her stomach, her legs dangling off the bed.

My hand came down on her ass cheek in a resounding slap. A surprised squeak escaped her lips. She tried to crawl away, but before she could, I pushed my palm down on her lower back, pinning her.

“Count. If you lose track, we start again,” I said before delivering a hard slap to that soft, plump ass.

“It hurts,” she whined, albeit half-heartedly.

“Good. Now count.” This time, when I struck, she shrieked, “One.”

“Two.”

“You even thinking you can touch another man while I’m breathing is what I take offense to,” I bit out harshly. Anger clouded my vision at the image Freya had painted for me, and the next blows were brutal.

“Three. Four.”

Her skin had turned a beautiful shade of red. I’d been itching to get my hands on this gorgeous ass of hers, and today she’d handed it to me on a silver platter. I rubbed the skin soothingly before delivering a final hit.

“Five.” Freya moaned. She fucking moaned. Seemed my little vixen wasn’t in pain after all. I pushed a finger inside her pussy and hissed at the wetness.

“Such a dirty fucking girl. Enjoying her punishment.” I shoved my fingers past her lips, making her taste herself. She expertly sucked them, and something in me snapped.

That was the limit of my control. The thought of another man seeing her like this seared my insides with white-hot jealousy. I grabbed her waist and pulled her up so she was on her knees, her ass sticking out and her face down. I would have come on the spot from the view alone if I wasn’t…

I lined my cock with her entrance and grabbed a handful of her ass. “Remember, you asked for this,” I warned before burying myself inside her.

“Oh my—” Freya jerked forward from the impact of the sudden invasion. Without giving her time to adjust, I pulled out and slammed back in. I pushed her head into the mattress, keeping her in place.

I reveled in the sweet moans and gasps that escaped her lips as she took me in her tight heat. Soon, she was approaching her climax; I knew it by the rigid stance of her body. The second I realized she was close, I stopped. It took unthinkable strength to deprive her of the orgasm she was chasing.

“Why would you stop?” she cried out in frustration, edged for the second time that night.

“Apologize,” I snarled, harshly tugging at her nipples.

“For what?” she whined. I delivered a sharp slap to her ass.

“Apologize!” I grunted, and chuckled when the stubborn little woman finally shook her head in response.

“Not well. I could do this all night,” I couldn't have, if we were being honest. Freya was killing me with that tight pussy and her wanton eagerness.

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Her… (Unintelligible) … because she whispered a lone “sorry” I demanded, which made Freya grumble under her breath.

“Sorry,” she says, this time louder.

“For talking about fucking other men.”

I dragged my fingers along her back before biting down on her ass. “That’s right.”

Freya hissed when I started moving inside her, arching her back. I poured all my anger into it as I fucked her hard, and soon enough she was coming. Her thighs shook as she rode out her orgasm, but I didn’t slow my thrusts. Her first orgasm bled into a second.

I wrapped a hand around her middle and pulled her up against my chest while hammering inside her.

“Aiden, stop? No more,” she was trying to twist away from me. With my free hand, I grabbed her throat.

“You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, sweetheart?” I asked brusquely close to her ear before biting down on her earlobe.

“Please, please, I can’t, I’m too sensitive,” Freya whimpered.

I growled, my thrusts growing rougher. The wet sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room.

“Look at you, sweetheart. Dripping all over my cock,” I placed an open-mouthed kiss on the side of her neck. “Making such a pretty mess.”

“Are you going to come?” Freya sucked in a breath at my question.

“Yes,” she sounded wary. “Please don’t stop, please!”

“I won’t,” I assured her before bringing my hand to rub her clit. She immediately clenched around me before letting go.

“Fuck,” I stilled inside her, and then came harder than ever before. As soon as I let go of her, she slumped forward while I tried to gain control of my breathing.

I lay down beside her and pulled her close. She pressed a soft kiss on my chest before resting her head there.

“That was—fuck? You were so good, baby!” she playfully snorted. “Me! It was all you. I’ve decided. Sex with you is my new favorite hobby.”

Satisfaction washed over me at her drowsily muttered words. “Yeah! We’ll need to thoroughly explore this new hobby of yours,” I muttered, and Freya hummed in agreement. In less than a few seconds, she was asleep. I placed a lingering kiss on her cheek and got up to get a wet towel.