𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑| ✍

Chapter 11 • Tense for sex

I felt the blanket being ripped off my body. "Get up." The cold air made me shiver as my eyes flickered open. What the fuck. "I said get up.''

I glanced out the window before my eyes met with my fiancee. A Scowled printed on my face. "What the hell is this about. Why the fuck are you waking me up this fucking early. The sun isn't even up."

"Stop complaining and get up."

"No." I stated with a sudden boldness in my voice. His eyebrow peeked, as if daring me to do or say anything else with a look that warned me not to. "What? are you trying intimidate me?" I scoffed.

With that he began towards the bed and by the time he was right next to it my back was already against the headboard. He gave a rough stare down at me. I watched his hand slowly start to reach for my face before finally making contact.

His thumb trailed down my cheekbone down to my jaw. He pulled me up using his grip onto my knees, never once breaking eye contact. My breathing got caught in my throat as his fingers started trailing the veins of my neck before his hand rapped around my neck. Giving it a squeeze.

The squeeze wasn't what I'd expect from him. It wasn't gentle, it was rough yet sensual. No...No, not sensual. Sexual. Or maybe it's just me that took it the wrong way. It didn't matter because I was already wet.

Before I knew it his other arm was already under my shirt. His cold finger trailed my naked spine sending me shivers. With my lip between my teeth and this gorgeous man staring down at me, my thighs rubbed together trying to create some fiction down below all while he stood watching me.

He leaned down to my ear. "I don't like being disobeyed. So stop complaining."

I scoffed and pulled myself out of his hold. "You must think you're real sexy, huh?" I chuckled. "What? You think touching me is going to make me change my mind?" I have too much pride for that to happen. "Let me tell you this. Don't ever wake me up this fucking early." And with that I pulled up the cover and threw it over my head. "Good-fucking-night." I yelled through the covers.

The next thing I knew, my butt had hit the floor as I was dragged by the leg towards the bathroom. As soon as we entered, I was put on the closed toilet pot.

"Strip."

My mouth gaped open before I pressed on a sly smile. "I thought you'd never asked." I giggled as I grabbed whole of my shorts before dragging them down. I felt his stare down upon me until I looked up. He turned to the side before releasing a groan.

He started the shower. "Finish in fifteen." And then he left.

After he left, I finished stripping and entered the shower. My backed arched as the warm hit my back as my eyes slowly closed. I released a sigh before going under the shower head , getting drenched immidiatly. I raked a handy hair through my blonde hair as the water traveled down my body.

I grabbed the pink loofah. I'm guessing that's for me. I turned around for the body wash, but what I saw made the water go cold. Aiden Serriano stood looking at me with a cigar in his mouth as he leaned against the wall with only a glass door seperating us. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked, not even bothering to cover myself.

Without answering, he pushed himself off the wall and walk towards the closed shower, flicking the cigar into the black marble sink in the process. In just three strides he was right on the other. I remained frozen in place as his eyes roamed my wet body before they met mine. They seemed hesitant while his body seemed frustrated.

After releasing a silent sigh, I reached for the glass door and slid it open. I watched as he hesitantly stepped into the shower while I took a step back. My body arched again as the cold marble tile hit my bare back, all while he watched. The look he gave made me bite my lip as I fixed my stand. "So, what now?" I asked as I took a step closer.

The way his shirt clung onto his wet chest and how he towered over me. It made me weak. He let out a groan before throwing his head back as he rubbed the nape of his neck. He seemed uneasy with himself, as if holding himself back. I knew the feeling. He was tense. Tense for sex.

"Take your shirt off." I spoke lowly. His face dropped down to look at me. His eyebrows creased as his eyes scanned my face. I rolled my eyes before reaching for the first button of his dress shirt. My finger tips rolled onto the next button, then the next until all of them were free. Both of us remained silent as the water contuined running. I rolled down his sleaves and throw the shirt onto the ground. my fingers trailed down his wet chest before touching the cold of his belt buckle.

After open his buckle, I turned around and pressed myself against the cold wall with my ass basically in the air. It felt as if the water stopped running as I felt his hands circle my hips. I gulped down then released a whimper when a finger came down my slit.

"Please...Please. Fuck me."