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“Aiden—” I say hesitantly.

He raises a hand, silencing me. I bite my tongue to stop myself from dishing out attitude. He crooks a finger at me. Wary of his motives, I slowly walk over until I am five steps away.

“Closer,” he bites out. I move until I’m one step away. He wraps a hand around my nape and closes the distance between us. In the next second, we are in his apartment.

I try to step away, but his grip tightens. “You lied to me about what you were doing today,” he states, his gaze boring into mine.

I purse my lips. “I didn’t lie.”

Knowing very well that I did in fact lie. But it’s only because he would have worried for no reason. I guess now it wasn’t for no reason since I almost got my ass handed to me by a murderous soul.

His eyes narrow. “You omitted the truth. Same fucking thing,” he says with a sharp tone. “Why would you go to collect a soul without telling me?”

I yank my head away from him and take a couple of steps away before I fire back, “First, I don’t have to tell you anything. Second, let me help you pull that stick out your—”

He takes three big steps in my direction and I quickly back away. He continues to stalk towards me until I run into the wall. He places his arms on the wall on either side of me, trapping me in.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Joy. I don’t know what you think is going on between us. But let me make myself crystal clear…” He leans down, forcing me to make eye contact with him. “For as long as you are here, you’re mine. Every single inch. I don’t like getting to the office and not finding you there. I especially don’t like finding out you were trying to collect the soul of a murderer. A murderer who is the reason you died.”

“It’s not like I can die again. I was trying to—"

“I’m. Not. Done,” Aiden bites out. He uses one hand to gently grab my face. He touches the cut above my eyebrow. “And I really fucking hate seeing you hurt.” His hand slides down over my stomach to my pants where he possessively cups me, pressing into me. This maneuver causes a tremor to run through me and directly to the area between my legs. Instantly, I’m soaking.

He leans down and I feel his breath by my ear. Softly, he whispers, “I think you owe me.”

“Owe you for what?” I sputter. I shove him and he backs up a couple of feet. Knowing he is way stronger than me, I figure he let me push him away. I start to inch closer to the door of his apartment. He notices and smirks, starting to unbutton his shirt.

He glares at me. “For my pain and suffering of having to not only save you, but having to deal with your attitude afterwards.”

“Nuh-uh,” I say as I shake my head, still moving away. “You owe me for representing you in Reaper’s Court. Do you know how many sleepless nights I’ve had over this case?”

He arches a brow as he removes his shirt and goes to unbutton his jeans. “You’re about to have another one,” he declares. The amount of sex I’ve had since meeting Aiden should be illegal.

“Aiden...” I say, licking my lips at the sight of him.

He gives me a half grin as he removes his pants and boxers. My breathing gets harder, but I continue to slowly back away towards the door of his apartment. I start to turn but he’s faster. He appears in front of me and roughly pushes me against the wall, my back pressing against his front.

He leans back a little to yank my blouse off me and undo my bra. He presses a hand to my back to keep me still while he takes off my pants and panties. Once I’m completely naked, he takes a step back.

“Turn around,” he orders. I turn to face him. “On your knees.” I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off.

“I didn’t say for you to open your mouth and give me attitude. I said, get on your knees.” He runs his hand down my back and roughly grabs my ass, hinting at what’s next to come if I choose wrong. “Your choice, baby,” he warns.

Aiden and these damn ultimatums. First, it was be my lawyer or you’re going to Hell. Now, it’s get on your knees or you aren’t getting off. Knowing Aiden, he means what he says.

I slowly drop to my knees, defiance written all over my face. He wraps his hands in my hair and yanks my head back as he guides his tip to my lips.

“Open for me, baby,” he says. I narrow my eyes. He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing tightly. I gasp for air, and he uses that moment as his opening to slide inside. I moan at the size of him in my mouth, then I suck and slowly lick him with my tongue, taking the time to drive him insane like he does to me. I hear him groan and I smile as I look up to him to see he is already looking down.

“Stop messing with me and suck me like you owe me,” he orders roughly. I ignore him and continue to tease him with my slow pace, slowly rolling my tongue over his tip. I wrap a hand around him, moving it in a rhythmic motion. Annoyed with my antics, his hand in my hair tightens and he takes over the pace. His thrusts quicken and I moan, enjoying it a lot. I feel myself getting wet and I move a hand down to touch myself.

Aiden pauses his thrusts and says, “Look at me.” I look up to him to see his eyes filled with pleasure and strands of his hair over his forehead.

“Don’t touch what’s mine,” he orders softly. “I’ll get to you when you fulfill your debt. Nod your head if you get me.” I nod my head slowly as he uses his other hand to rub my cheek.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. He starts to thrust again and I take him in my mouth just like he wants. I feel myself begin to build up, but I don’t touch myself. I’m doing exactly what he wants.

His speed picks up. I moan realizing I’m about to come from just having him in my mouth. Just as I am about to be pushed over the edge, he pulls out. I let out a cry of protest, but before I can do anything about it, he drops to the ground and flips me, so I am on my hands and knees.