Page 23 of Sick Little Devotion

I frown. “I have eyes on the house. It’s not a problem—”

“Excuse me?” she cuts right in, her voice picking up. “Do you really think you can just swoop in, after being gone for years, and steal me away? You don’t even know Will anymore. You have no fucking clue, Aiden.”

“I do have a clue,” I growl, closing the distance between us. “And I know you want me.”

She jumps to the side, but I grab her arm and tug her backward. Her ass slams into my still-hard cock, and she freezes. “I know you want me, Sara.”

“I don’t,” Sara mumbles, averting her eyes, her voice losing some of its confidence as my hand slides down her stomach. “Wh-what are you doing?” She struggles against me, but I lock my other arm across her chest, holding her there as my other hand slips below the waistband and under the hem of her underwear.

“You can fight me all you want, Sara, but your tight little pussy knows what it wants—and that’s me.” I dip two fingers lower, brushing her clit.

A moan catches in her throat, and I grind my cock into her ass. She tips her head back to look at me, and I take in the sight of her perfectly thick lips, remembering the way they tasted. I almost had her once. I almost fucked her, but life messed it up.

I didn’t get the chance again—until now.

I lean down and catch her neck as my fingers slide through her wetness. With a hunger that borders on desperation, my lips press against the sensitive spot, but she stiffens.

“You know you want this,” I murmur, once again kissing her smooth skin. She remains tense, causing my heart to pound angrily in my chest.

If she won’t let me taste her, then I’ll just fucking make her beg for me to let her come—whether she wants it or not. I press a finger inside of her, and her hips jerk.

“Aiden,” she moans out in protest, though the way she grinds her ass against me tells me she’s only warring with herself. “Sto—”

“Shh,” I cut her off, nuzzling my face into her hair, inhaling its sweet scent. I gyrate against her clit with my thumb as my finger strokes the inside of her pussy. Sara’s knees weaken, and she rests against me, pressing her round ass into me once again. I groan out, my cock nearly about to explode in my jeans. I can barely fucking breathe as I grip her tighter, working my hand between her legs.

I want to fucking see her pussy spread open wide for me, but this will have to do for now. I have to show her that I am the reason she came the other night, and I’ll be the reason she comes from now on.

“Aiden,” her voice whimpers, this time more desperate than before. She wriggles and writhes in my grasp as if she’s trying to break free, but I still hang onto her.

“You will come for me, Sara,” I growl in her ear. “And you’ll be begging me for more when I’m done.”

“St—Ah…” she lets out a cry as I intensify my pace, stroking her with rough purpose. She’s close—very fucking close. Her legs tense around my hand, her inner thighs squeezing so hard I can barely move.

And so, I stop. If she wants to play these games, I can play, too.

“No, Aiden,” she whines, grinding her ass into my cock.

“Do you wanna come, princess?” I whisper in her ear.

“I… Uh…” Her shoulders drop, and I nearly laugh. She can play as if she hates me all she wants, but the disappointment is louder than the opposition. “Aiden,” she says my name again, and this time I hear a mixture of emotions.

“You’ll be begging me before this night is over,” I groan, rubbing my length against her ass one more time. “But first, I guess I’ll show you the rest of the house.” I release her, and she stumbles forward, nearly falling. However, she catches her balance—which is impressive given her bound hands.

“You’re crazy,” she mutters, shaking her head.

My jaw tenses at the words. I don’t need her to tell me shit like that. I know I’m a fucking batshit crazy fool—but only for her. For anyone else, I’m a cold, calculating killer.

“My family needs me, Aiden. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here with you. You can’t…” Her voice trails off as she repeats herself, but as I peer at her closer, I realize there’s tears streaming down her face. “I hate you, Aiden.”

I stiffen. “That’s not true, and for the record, nothing stopped you from leaving that God-forsaken house,” I sneer, letting my inner thoughts slip. “You could’ve left the moment you turned eighteen, but instead, you chose to stay in that hell.”

“Because I love the girls,” she shouts back at me. “I made them a promise to keep them safe, and I fully intend to keep it. I don’t say things I don’t mean.” The accusatory tone causes my hair to stand on end.

But I smile instead, flashing her a wicked grin.

“Then why would you tell me you hate me?”

Chapter Eleven