My breaths turn ragged from fear. Bathed in the red light of the bedroom window, Aiden looks like the devil personified. His shirt is off, and his muscular ocean of dark tattoos dances in the darkness.
I gulp. That hard powerful body of his could snap me in half without breaking a sweat.
“What do you want me to say?” I manage to sputter out.
When he steps forward, I can see that he is furious. A low boiling anger shadows his handsome face, making him look more monstrous than ever.
Slowly, he crawls over top of me, locking me in a cage of his searing flesh. A whimper escapes my lips as he pinches my chin and forces me to look him directly in the eyes.
“Are you ready for me now, princess?”