Sins of Aiden

15

CHAPTER 15

For my entire life, I've always been told to stay away from bad guys.

But my entire life, I've always known I wasn't going to be able to.

It's been a gut feeling.

A rising warning.

A trembling fear.

I was expecting it wouldn't be real because I knew the result would wreck me in the end.

A scorching worry.

Hunting for a hollow end.

Perhaps that's why I am the way I am. Why I so closed off. Why I keep to myself. Because even though I'm viewed to be nothing more than a shy innocent girl—this feared desire that will choose my path to burning flames has been trembling to overrule my decisions.

That thought has always been there. Hiding. Waiting. Lurking. I was simply hoping it wouldn't pull me into the spider's nest.

I was wrong. So. Wrong.

Everything I've been trying so hard to work against doesn't matter anymore.

It wallows away with the thoughtless wind from the darkest part of my mind. It's like it never existed. And that's not the terrifying part.

Something wretched happens when I live in this moment. It makes me forget. It causes me to ignore my wrongdoings. The scare of what the warnings as been playing in my mind to make me vigilant doesn't matter. Suddenly nothing makes sense of how I'm feeling. Not when the thought of my doing makes me accept the decision that will alter my future forever.

The future a hair-breaths reach away.

It's tugging my mind.

Nothing exists beyond the feel of Aiden's lips against mine.

It makes me feel him. Scorching hot with undying need. Whoever said I had this weighted alarm on me for making such a stupid decision would get an earful of bubbling laughter. Why did I ever feel the need to be so nervous about it?

Because placing myself in this situation would have been my worst nightmare—perhaps it still can be—but as soon as I stepped too close to him—it became my sizzling desire.

By the time I realize what I've done—it will be too late. Everything that comes after will eventually happen and I can't make that stop. But why would I want that to happen—not when it feels this good?

I've always wondered how Aiden's lips would taste like. I've spent countless times in my mind, picking apart the feeling of Aiden against me—I couldn't help it. Not when I know how his body feels pressed against mine. I've been wondering if his lips would taste like the darkest sin and wickedness temptation. How it would feel like scorching lava burning me open and shoving down all of his dirty evilness inside me. I've wondered if he would leave me breathless—choking on his sins and making me desperate to beg for more. I've thought of how long it would take him to be bored of my lips to then shove me down on my knees and rip his belt buckle open. Would he make me choke? Would I want to choke? I wonder if I would gag and be okay with it. I wonder what he would see when I do it. Would he like it? Will I like it?

It's been plaguing my mind ever since he embraced me outside Luke Ridgeway's mansion because deep down I know that I desperately want it. I want him to touch me with his rough large hands. I want him to touch me everywhere. I don't want him to be gentle—I want him to make it hurt. It would make me live and see how promising it can feel.