Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(65)

“Will it always be so hard? Will we have to always fight everyone to be together?” I asked.

“What? You don’t think I’m worth the fight?” he asked.

“Worth the f*ck, without a doubt. But the fight? Eh, I don’t know,” I replied.

“You and that mouth. It’s lucky for you it’s good for much more than foul language and smart comments or you’d be in trouble.”

“Maybe I like being in trouble. Maybe I want to be punished,” I said.

“Maybe you should be punished,” he replied, sitting up. He grabbed me and tossed me face down on the bed.

“Don’t move,” he said.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Hey, I was only kidding,” I said.

“Well, I wasn’t.”

“Are you really going to punish me?” I asked.

“Do you really question if I’m worth the fight?” he asked.

I didn’t say anything.

“Just as I thought, therefore a little reminder is necessary. You’ll never question if I’m worth the fight once I’m done with you.”

He reached over to pull at my pants and lifted me up to access the button and zipper. He had me out of my pants in one swift tug. He positioned me on my knees and before I had a chance to take in what was happening. He smacked me hard on the butt.





CHAPTER NINETEEN

The next morning, I awoke snuggled with the man who had mercilessly spanked my ass the night before. Aiden continued to shock me. He’d once said, that he hoped I would stick around to get to know more about him and despite the unpleasant parts, I’m glad I did. He needn’t worry. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I sighed happily as his arms tightened around me. “Good morning, Princess,” he said, placing his cheek on the nape of my neck.

“Good morning Mr. Worth The Fight,” I said, grinning.

I felt him smile on my neck. “See you can be taught.”

“My backside tends to agree with you, sir.”

He turned me to face him and I watched as his eyes darted my face. “You’re okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m better than okay. I was making one of those smart comments that I’ve become famous for,” I said.

“You know I don’t like when you joke around about that shit, Aria.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why you get so touchy about it.”

“Because I don’t want to do anything you’re not okay with and I especially don’t want to hurt you. When you make comments like that, it puts me on edge.”

“When you spank me, it puts me on edge … in a good way.”

He planted a small kiss on my cheek. “Let’s get showered, dressed and downstairs for breakfast.”

I moaned as I sat up in bed.

“I know, I know. On the bright side, it’s only one more day,” he said, kissing my hair.

“I’m glad you’re here with me. It makes it almost bearable,” he said.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Anything.”

“Why does your family treat you so strangely?”

He laughed. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. It’s weird. It’s as if you’re the second coming or something.”

He sighed and I could see the tension my statement caused.

“Aria, I’ve told you. They expect a lot of me. They always have.”

“Yes, but why? It’s not as if you don’t have other siblings. Two of which would gladly ascend to the throne.”

“What? Why do you say that?”

“Sloan and I had a talk yesterday and she sort of cued me in on some things.”

“Sloan needs to keep her damn mouth shut,” he replied, as he walked past me to the bathroom.

What the hell? Was he upset with me now? I followed him to the bathroom entering just as he stepped into the shower. I didn’t know if I should get in with him considering his abrupt change in moods. I surveyed him through the glass. From head to toe, he was visual overload. My pull to him overtook my reservations and I stepped into the shower behind him.

He turned and looked at me, raking his eyes over my nakedness as I positioned myself below the second showerhead. He moved closer and looked down at me. What was he thinking? His eyes darkened and he stepped closer and pressed me flush against the cold marble wall. He lifted my face to his and sealed his mouth over mine, assaulting my senses with a deep probing kiss, parting my lips and stroking deeply into my mouth. He reached down between my legs and pushed a finger inside me. The things this man did to my body should have been illegal. His touch was electric, like heated bolts of lust penetrating my skin. He stepped back and looked at me as he pushed a second finger in and out of me, watching as I started to lose control. He touched a sensitive spot that made me shutter and I pressed my head against the wall and closed my eyes.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I lifted my head and met his eyes. They were molten pools of lust. His pupils dilated as his irritation with me morphed into desire.

He had me right where he wanted me and I didn’t care. The unrestrained sexual craving overtook every other feeling. This was the only feeling that mattered at this moment. All I cared about was the feel of his fingers violently f*cking my aching * and the sensations that flowed through my body. I started to tense and within seconds I was cumming on his fingers, panting and moaning as I stared into his eyes. He dropped to his knees and lifted my leg, placing it over his shoulder and started licking my * like a starved man.