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He walks past us and out of the room. I feelunderwhelmed. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t thisformal bullshit.
“Kiss her, idiot,” my mother pipes up frombehind Aiden. “This may only be an arrangement, but you can’t bebound to a woman and not kiss her. That’s just rude.”
I want to tell her to butt out, but Aidentangles his fingers in my curls, tugging my head back with enoughpressure to have a gasp falling from me. His lips crush mine in abruising kiss. Our fist kiss. I don’t think he knows how to doanything gently, but I don’t want soft. In the last few hours, Ihave come to realize I like pain with my pleasure. I enjoy the hardAlpha before me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I run myfingers through the soft strands of his hair as I kiss him back,pressing my body against the hard planes of his.
Aiden draws back, hunger burning in hisgaze. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Eight
Aiden
She stole my breath the moment she walkedout of the salon, burning red curls and a pretty pink sundress thatclung to her every curve.
She humbled me when she sought me out themoment another Alpha made her feel uncomfortable. She broke me wideopen when she returned my kiss, her passion pouring into me.
“Your mother will drive with Owen,” I say asI lead her out of City Hall, my hand on the small of her back.
“Why?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Because I will throw up if I have to sharea car with the two of you,” her mother chips in. “I can taste thesexual tension from back here.”
My omega blushes beautifully while Ichuckle.
“I am taking Dehlia out to lunch,” Owenproclaims. “Neither of us want to be in the house with you two forthe next couple of hours.”
“Whatever suits you,” I reply, opening thedoor and helping Bella into the seat.
I watch as her sundress rises high on hercreamy thighs, blue marks where my fingers held her open earlierpeeking out. Fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“We’ll see you later,” I say to Owen andBella’s mother before making my way to the driver’s side.
We barely make it out of the city limitswhen my control finally snaps. I can smell her slick and hear herharsh breathing in the confines of the vehicle. It’s almost toomuch for me to bear.
“Bella,” I say lowly, drawing her attentionto me. “I need you to calm down. I need to focus on driving.”
“You know I can’t control my body’s reactionto an Alpha.”
“Is that all it is?” I ask fighting todisguise the disappointment I feel but don’t understand.
She remains quiet for so long that I thinkshe won’t answer.
“No,” she says, undoing her seatbelt andturning to face me. “I keep replaying last night in my head. Iwonder what it would’ve been like if I hadn’t fought you, if Isubmitted to you freely.”
A groan falls from my lips at the idea ofher submitting to me. Using my left hand, I adjust my painfulerection behind the confines of my black dress pants, her gazetracking my every move.
“It still would have hurt,” I replyhonestly. “I’m not a gentle man. I never have been, and I probablynever will be.”
She stares at me, and I can see the gears inher head turning. Twice, she opens her mouth to speak but closes itagain, keeping her thoughts to herself.
“You can say whatever you want,” I say. “Wewill need some time to get to know one another and the easiest wayto do that is to speak our minds.”
A deep blush colors her cheeks, extendingdown her throat and chest before disappearing beneath the necklineof her pretty pink dress. Her breasts heave with every breath shetakes, making concentrating on the road a chore.
“I don’t think I want gentle,” she whispers,looking up at me from beneath her lashes. “I liked the edge ofpain.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, pressing down on theaccelerator. “Put your fucking seatbelt on.”