Twisted (Never After #4)(6)

I smirk, and her tongue swipes out to run along her bottom lip.

My stomach tightens, imagining what that tongue would feel like running up the length of my cock while she stared up at me from her knees.

I’m two seconds away from saying fuck it, undoing my belt, and letting her see what she could have, but just as my hand brushes against the buckle, my mind catches back up to my body, and I wonder what the hell I’m doing.

Ripping myself away, I spin around and leave, my body screaming and revulsion worming its way through the arousal from my lack of control.

I have no interest in Ali’s daughter, sexually or emotionally, and I’d never once thought of her as anything other than a nuisance, a silly girl who gets in my way and thinks she deserves the world simply by being born into it.

Only now, she’s burned into my brain.

And I’m not sure how to get her out.





Chapter 3





Yasmin





Is he going to tell my father?

It’s the first thought that races through my head after I’ve come back down from the most intense orgasm of my life.

Julian Faraci was spying on me. And I let him.

“Are you okay?”

Aidan’s voice is muddled, both because my ears are fuzzy from how hard I just came and because my mind is a fog trying to compartmentalize what just happened. Nausea curdles my stomach when I meet Aidan’s deep brown eyes.

Is it considered cheating if I couldn’t control it?

I didn’t do anything wrong, but the way my thighs are still slick from what his eyes caused has disgust and guilt mixing and sinking like a rock in my gut.

“Princess,” Aidan continues.

Shaking my head slightly, I reach up and press my palm against his cheek. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

I almost tell him what happened, the words sitting heavy on the tip of my tongue, but at the last second, I swallow them back down, deciding to bury the memory somewhere deep inside me where I won’t be able to reach it. After all, it’ll never happen again.

Julian really has nothing to lose, but if he tells my dad, then I’ll be loud too and force him to admit he was watching me. And I can’t imagine he’d want anyone to know he was rubbing his dick while watching his boss’s daughter get eaten out. I’m not even sure why he was watching me when he’s spent most of his time actively trying to get me out of his sight.

A sick feeling washes over my skin and pricks at my insides like needles when I think again about how I got off because he was there.

About how much I liked it.

It was only because he’s attractive. A temporary lapse in judgment, caused by the heightened senses of my arousal and the unfortunate picture-perfect features of Julian’s face.

A shot of something strikes between my legs and my pussy spasms.

Dammit.

“When can I see you again?” Aidan whispers, leaning in and pressing his sweat-slicked forehead against mine.

Warmth spreads through my chest and I press my lips to his. “As soon as I can sneak away.”

I hate that it has to be this way with Aidan, hiding in dark corners and whispering promises of when and where. But the thought of even bringing it up to my father makes my hands clammy and my heart sink.

How do you tell a man you’re terrified of disappointing that you’ve been sneaking around beneath his nose with a boy who’s worked in your house for years?

He’d never be okay with it. He’s always been vocal in the past about me protecting myself from people without money because they’d be the first ones to try and take it from me. He wouldn’t understand that Aidan doesn’t care about any of that.

And honestly, disappointing my father is the least of my fears of what he would do. He could send Aidan away. Fire his mom. Leave them out on the streets with no job and no opportunities.

I’m under no illusion that Baba is an upstanding citizen. His morals are flimsy at best and nonexistent at worst. And I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to Aidan or his mother because of me.

Aidan’s jaw clenches, a tumultuous emotion flitting through his gaze. “Let me go to your father, Yas.”

Panic seizes my throat and makes my hands clammy, the way it does every time he brings it up. “N-no. Not yet.”

Aidan shoves himself back, jumping from the bed and rummaging through the pieces of clothing on the floor until he finds his pants, pulling them roughly up his thighs. I watch him in silence, the guilt feeling like a thousand boulders tied to my middle, dragging me down until I drown.

“He wanted me to meet a man tonight at our dinner,” I force out.

I’m not sure why I bring it up now or why I bring it up at all, other than maybe if I tell him this, then I won’t feel so bad about keeping what happened with Julian close to my chest.

It isn’t until he’s fully dressed, throwing his basic white T-shirt over his head, that he speaks again. “And…did you?”

I shake my head. “He never showed.”

Aidan sighs. “You can’t let your father control your life forever.”

A spike of rage flashes through me, and I lick my lips, turning my head to the side. “You don’t understand.”

“Because you won’t let me!” He spins to face me fully as his fists ball at his sides.