CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENE-🔞
It wasn't my fault for being born, she says while kissing my scars, looking into my eyes like I'm not the most heinous body she's ever seen, but someone who was simply never loved right.
I've had women in my life before. To fill a gap, or just to meet expectations of me as the Young Master of the Laurent family. I've had women in my bed too, most of them thrown at me by my grandfather, who was too worried about my inability to get aroused by them.
I always kept the lights off.
Was I afraid of being seen as a monster? Maybe.
Maybe the eight-year-old boy who bled on the floor, skin torn, voice crushed by his own mother, was too scared of being seen.
I hadn't planned on letting her see either. But when my eyes fell on her thighs, those scars—so familiar, so raw—stared back at me. A reminder of a past where her father, who was supposed to be her protector, turned into a monster.
Maybe I wanted her to see.
That she isn't the only one with scars. That she is more than those marks.
They aren't disgusting. They are reminders of a past that tried to break her, but she fought back.
Our lips crash again, this time desperate. Tongue, lips, teeth.
Her hands fumble with my belt. I let her unbuckle it and toss it aside. I unbutton my trousers, one hand squeezing her ass, making her gasp.
She kisses down my jaw, sucking the sensitive spot on my neck, making my cock twitch.
She isn't shying away. She isn't holding back. As if it isn't the hottest thing I have ever seen!
Her hands roam over my abs, right across my scars, like they aren't something to be feared.
"Take off your pants, Aaron," she whispers, nibbling on my ear.
Her voice drips with desire, heavy with emotions no order can express.
I pull back, slipping off my pants. As I reach for my underwear, she stops me, eyes dark with need. "Not yet."
My cock throbs, and a smirk tugs at my lips. "You're not the shy type, huh?"
Her eyes are glassy with tension, lashes fluttering, carrying a dangerous confidence that dries my throat.
"I'm bold when I'm drunk," she says, hooking her fingers inside my waistband and pushing me back onto the bed.
She straddles me, hovering over my waist, a different kind of hunger burning between us.
"Or do you have a problem with a woman taking the lead?" Her chocolate-brown eyes look down at me, challenging, intoxicating, the sexiest sight I've ever seen.
My grip tightens on her hips.
"My best friend once told me something," I say, voice low as she leans closer.
"What?"
"If I ever got dominated by a woman, I should consider myself the luckiest bastard alive, because I have the most rotten personality."
She blinks, then bursts out laughing. The sound echoes through the room.
Her hair spills down on my chest, smelling of lavender, vanilla, and something entirely hers.
She bites and sucks on my neck, my whole body alive, heart pounding fast.
"Your friend wasn't wrong," she murmurs. "You should consider yourself the luckiest bastard."
A slow groan escapes me. Fuck, the confidence of this woman.
The pain in my groin grows sharper, but every second is worth it with her lips and warm tongue claiming me.
"You have a nice body, Aaron," she whispers against my chest, biting into my muscle. My legs twitch.
This wild little kitten.
She's marking me like I'm her territory—and fuck, I love it.
I bite my lip hard, trying to swallow the embarrassing sounds threatening to leave me, but my breathing gives me away.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…" she counts, tracing my abs. My hand gathers her hair, twisting it back. I catch the mischievous smile on her lips as she bites down on each muscle.
"Fuck, Princess! You're biting me like I'm some kind of steak!" I groan.
She smirks, eyes glinting with pride. "Not my fault if your body is the most delicious steak I've ever eaten."
My mouth falls open in shock. So far, I thought she was soft—princess-like. But underneath those innocent eyes and sharp tongue hides a woman unfiltered in her desire, fearless in what she wants.
I gulp, every cell tuned to her next move.
When she takes off my boxers, my cock springs free, hard and throbbing, precum dripping.
This damn thing never stood for anyone before. Not even when the most seductive women sat half-naked in my lap. But for Nova Celestia, it rises like it was made for her.
"Wow…" she whispers, eyes widening. "You're… big."
My body twitches at her genuine awe. I've heard plenty of women flatter me, but this feels different.
Heat creeps up my neck, and I pray she doesn't see the flush on my cheeks.
I want to say something clever, but before I can, her warm mouth wraps around me.
A sudden wave of pleasure rips through me, my hips buckling. "Fuck, Princess! You're going to kill me!"
She smirks around me, tongue swirling like fire. Our eyes lock, her gaze wicked, mine ragged and undone.
"You have me wrapped around your mouth beautifully, Princess," I groan, my fist tightening in her hair.
She takes me deeper, gagging slightly around my size. I hold her in place, lost in the bliss. "Princess, you're sucking me so good."
Tears streak her deer-like eyes before I finally release her. She pulls back with a pop, gasping, my cock glistening with her saliva.
"Do you feel good, Aaron?" she pants, stroking me with her hand.
I roll my eyes back. "You're asking if heaven feels good?"
Her cheeks flush, the contrast between bold seductress and shy sweetness driving me insane.
It's too much. I flip her onto the bed, spreading her thighs, and bury my face between her legs.
"Aaron!" she cries, fingers tangling in my hair as my tongue devours her.
Her hips grind against me, my name spilling from her lips like the only prayer she knows. My hand pins her thigh, my tongue swirling over her clit before plunging inside her.
She screams silently, nails digging into me, her taste addictive.
I slide a finger into her tightness, careful, testing. She shivers, clamping around me. If I thrust into her now, she'd break.
"When was the last time you had a man?" I growl against her.
"Three years ago," she gasps, head thrown back.
Three years. Her ex. Rage burns through me. I slide in another finger, making her cry out.
"Did your ex ever make you scream like this, Princess?" I sneer, pushing deeper.
She shakes her head, her body trembling. I shove in another finger, stretching her, watching her mascara run and lipstick smear, ruined beautifully.
"Aaron! I'm—" she chokes out.
"What, Princess?" I tease.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum around my fingers, Princess," I command, thrusting harder. "Let me see you fall apart."
Her nails rake down my shoulders as she comes undone, trembling, shaking, tears streaming.
I don't stop, dragging out her climax until she collapses, spent.
It takes seven minutes for her to stop trembling.
Her half-lidded eyes meet mine, makeup ruined in best possible way, lips swollen. "You're amazing, Aaron," she whispers, satisfaction laced in her words.
"We haven't even started yet, Princess."
I smirk as I turn her onto her stomach. "Grab your pillow," I whisper against her ear, my finger trailing down her spine.
She shivers, clutching the bedsheet with anticipation.
"Aaron…" She calls my name, a plea and an invitation all at once.
I squeeze her round butt and smack it, making her yelp.
"Tell me when it gets too much, hmm?" I rub the spot I smacked, soothing the sting, my lips grazing her beautiful back reverently. "I don't plan on stopping until you pass out."
And I mean it.
I lift her hips, spreading her cheeks. My throat goes dry from the intense thirst of finally feeling her around me.
"You are the most gorgeous and dangerous woman I've ever seen," I growl.
I thrust inside her—and unlike I wanted, I can't take it slow.
She moans loud and clear as I drive into her like a man gone insane.
It's insane.
It's fucking insane how good someone can actually feel. She's warm, tight, slippery from her arousal and my saliva.
All I can think, while holding her hips, watching her moan into the pillow, her breasts pressed against the soft mattress, is this:
She fits.
Every inch and curve of hers fits in my hands like she was made for me to hold.
"Aaron, you're going too fast and deep!" she cries out.
I pull her hair back, making her arch for me, and whisper against her ear, "Does it hurt?"
She shakes her head, crying, "No—but it's too much, ahh—"
Her voice cracks as I thrust deeper. It doesn't hurt, and that's all I need to know.
I hold her jaw and turn her to face me, her eyes hazed with intense pleasure. "You want me to slow down, Princess?" I smack her butt, making it jiggle.
She shakes her head. "No!" Her eyes roll back each time I hit her sweet spot.
My hand cups her breast, pulling at her perky nipple.
She closes her eyes, mouth hanging open. "Aaron, don't—ahh—both are too much!"
Her walls squeeze around my cock, making me groan. I smack her butt again, making her yelp.
"Shh… be a good girl and let me take care of you, hmm?"
I slide my thumb into her mouth. Her eyes plead with me to let her moan.
Never, in thirty-four years of my life, has any woman taken me like she does. No woman has ever made me want to ruin and save her all at once.
I kiss her, my tongue exploring her mouth as her body trembles, another orgasm crashing over her. She moans into my mouth, my hand squeezing her throat lightly.
"Aaron! Slow down! Please!" she cries, and this time I slow.
My heart pounds. Intense pleasure floods my body. I start counting backward—199, 198, 197, 196, 195… 99, 98, 97—thinking of the most unsexy things: Alister's face when he complains about me throwing him at my uncle's den, my father's voice when he said he'd choose the most deserving as the next chairman. Anything not to cum yet.
This woman.....
I am ruined.
She has ruined me for anyone who might have come after her.
I know it for sure as our fingers intertwine. I stop moving, letting her come down from her orgasm.
"Aaron," she whispers my name, kissing my cheek, melting me into her warmth.
"Yes, Princess." I close my eyes, feeling my heart flutter.
"Don't stop… please." Her voice is small, heavy with desire, inviting me for more of her.
I nibble her earlobe, my voice low and promising.
"I never planned on stopping with just one round, Princess."