Aiden gestures for a nearby bouncer. His nameplate is blurry, but I think it says Max, who at this point, is three Max’s.
“Don’t allow anyone into this room,” Aiden instructs.
“Of course, Boss.” Max turns away and stands guard at the edge.
Aiden closes the thick fabric, hiding us from wandering gazes.
I get a little nervous as he stalks towards me. I’ve never seen him so angry before. I hear him mumbling something I can’t decipher under his breath. It turns me on when he speaks Italian.
He runs his hand through his thick hair, a nervous habit. “I really thought you would listen to me and stay out of trouble, but here you are.” He chuckles. “I’m just thankful you’re at my club, of all the places.”
Red flashes across my eyes. “Why do you care!” I shout in a drunken rage. “Go call Rebecca if I’m such a problem in your life!” I try and fail to not stumble over my words, but the alcohol slurs them.
He tilts his head to the side, studying me. He places a hand on his chin in thought and I watch as his muscles flex through the fabric of his suit.
“The girl from the lobby earlier.”
“Yeah, her! She…she was supposed to stay the night with you.” I stomp my feet, wobbling down onto the couch.
Aiden sits beside me and drags me onto his lap. Our bodies are so close I can feel the warmth from his skin. I beat down my need for him fiercely.
“I do…don’t want to sit on you!” I pout, squirming on his lap.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t move around too much or you’ll make me hard.”
I can’t help but stare as he bites his bottom lip. No, Emma! Control of yourself! I cross my hands over my chest.
“That doesn’t help,” Aiden comments.
I look at him, confused.
“All you’re doing is accentuating your cleavage.”
His eyes trail down the same time as mine. He’s right, they’re practically falling out of my dress. I hastily pull the fabric up, before attempting to wiggle off him again. He holds my hips in place and thrusts up into me. I can feel his already hard length against my ass.
“I love this dress. I just wish it wasn’t so tight. It shows too much.” His voice is low as he runs his hand along the soft fabric. “From now on, you wear this only when you’re out with me, understood?” he’s completely ignoring why I’m upset.
I want to tell him, “That’s why I bought it, idiot,” but I have to get to the bottom of this Rebecca situation. “Explain yourself,” I slur, feeling more and more drunk as the minutes roll by.
He lets out a long breath, mint invades my senses.
“First off,” He holds up a finger, “I don’t have to explain myself. The first thing you should have done was called me.” He slides both hands up my thighs, causing the fabric of my dress to roll up slightly.
He keeps his eyes on mine. “Second, to be honest, I don’t remember a Reba or whatever.”
I snicker at the butchering of her name. But can I trust him?
“I don’t believe you,” I state quietly.
He holds my legs tighter. “You’re mine as much as I’m yours. End of story.” I try to ignore the warmth I feel in my heart at his words.
“But why would she say that?” I whine.
He shifts in the seat, running a large hand over his face. “I don’t know. I’m assuming she knew you were in the lobby for me, and she was messing with your head. She’s nothing to worry about, I promise you. No one is.”
His words and tone are calm and sincere, and I believe him.
His smooth voice is replaced by a deep growl. “Now, let’s talk about what the fuck you were doing grinding some guy? I should go out there and beat the fuck out of him in front of you, so you can see what happens when someone else touches you.”
Despite his venomous tone, his hands are gentle as he plays with my loose curls, twirling them around his long fingers. I know he’s a hot head, but I feel safe in his arms. He would never hurt me intentionally.
He leaves the room, returning moments later with a plate of food. “Eat,” He demands, setting the plate in my lap and moves a glass of water closer to the edge of the table.
I happily grab the fries from the plate. “Why does this taste so good?” I look up with a smile.
Aiden stares at me intently, no trace of humor behind his jade eyes.
“Feel better?” He asks, once I’m done with the food. “More sober?”
I nod. I do feel so much better now that the alcohol is fading.
“Good. Now, how do you think I should deal with this?” He asks with a sly smirk.
“Forgive me because I thought you didn’t want me?” I bat my lashes.
He laughs. “I will always want you Emma. Seriously, I do.” His words roll off his tongue like velvet. He waves a finger in thought. “But, regardless, actions have consequences, and I need you to be in order.”
“Order?”
He nods, trailing his finger along my arm. “I have an urge to punish you.”
“Punish me?”
“Mhmm, how should I go about this?” He asks himself, his hand gripping my thigh.
I swallow, excited by his words.
“Do you want to bend over my lap, Emma?”
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I stare, oddly excited about his request.
Without thinking, I lay myself over his lap, my eyes set on the black tile floors against Aiden’s dress shoes. He lifts my dress, exposing my bare bottom to the cool air of the room. I look back to see him shaking his head in disapproval.
“No panties?” His voice rumbles with anger.
“I didn’t
