Free Aaron: Book Three (Scars 3) by Sinden West

face. “You need to get over that.” I sounded like
an asshole, but I didn’t care.
    She crouched
down so she was eye level with me. “How?” she asked in a low voice. “How would
I ever get over what you did?”
    “I don’t know.”
Once more I took hold of her, kneeling down on the floor beside her, I gently
pulled her down onto the rug so she lay on her back, naked but for the panties.
Her legs were bent at the knee and I scanned my eyes down her perfect form. “I
had a dream about you last night.”
    “What happened?”
    “You were…you
were bad, and so was I.” My hands traced down over her stomach now, my fingers
twitching for the top of her panties. I dragged them down, grazing over her
skin as I revealed her in her entirety. I could feel her eyes on me as I dipped
my head down to in between her thighs and inhaled her scent. I knew why. I knew
why they were always so spellbound by her. She was intoxicating, she was
addictive…
    I inhaled again
deeply before placing my mouth on her. I heard her gasp and her hips move as I
took her clit in my mouth, sucking on that sensitivity like I would never give
it up. My fingers moved to dig into the strong, muscled flesh of her thighs and
I smiled against her as I heard her moan. My cock strained against my pants,
but I ignored it. I wanted her to scream in pleasure for me. I wanted her to
moan uncontrollably. I wanted her to be all mine for just that moment.
    Beneath my
touch, she quivered, trying to thrust up even more as I worked her with my
mouth. I kept a firm grip on her. I would control this one thing about her. I
would control her pleasure.
    She was swollen
underneath me and she moaned with frustration, her hands grabbing at my hair.
    “I have to…I
have to…” she repeated on loop, her body shaking. “God, Aaron .”  Her
nails dug into me.
    That’s when I
let her cum, using my mouth on that sensitive bud just the way she needed it.
She cried out, arching up as heat covered all of her. I didn’t let up until she
finally lay limp on my rug, nude and beautiful. Her eyes were open at half mast
dreamy, and her mouth lax.
    I lay down
beside her and would have slept like that, but she found control of her limbs
again and began to touch me.
    Her hands were
warm and so soft and gentle. Why was she being gentle? I watched. That was all
I could do‒watch, mesmerized at her soft touching like she was exploring
something special.
    But then she
pressed her hand against my bare chest, right on my heart. “You’re terrifying,”
she said in a low voice that no emotion touched, “yet you’re beautiful.
Something, somewhere, went so very, very wrong long ago. You are so…wrong.”
    I snatched at
her wrist as I rose up on my knees, dragging her up with me, encircling it
easily in my hand so she was trapped and I squeezed it, almost wishing to hear
her bones break so she would make a cry of pain, a cry of anything, rather than
that cold voice. “You’re wrong too, Rachel,” I told her, my voice sharp and
menacing. “You’re one hard, sick and twisted bitch. You’re a piece of ice.” My
teeth were bared.
    Her flat eyes
just continued to gaze at me, showing nothing. Then, suddenly, her lips twisted
into a smirk. “Sick and twisted…isn’t that what you like about me?” Her voice
was almost playful now. “Twisted Aaron of the terrible scars and the blackest
mind…and as for ice, well, I haven’t melted yet, have I? Although it’s not like
you didn’t try your best…and failed.”
    Then she kissed
me with sharp teeth that bit and a tongue that ruled my mouth as she fucked it
ruthlessly. Her hands pulled at my clothes but all I could process was that
tongue penetrating me like she owned everything. My cock didn’t seem to mind
half as much as my mind did though as it pressed against my jeans, dying for
release and to be in her. I felt her grin, just before my pants were
tugged down. Her mouth left mine as she dropped to her knees before me,