Alexia’s POV
Aiden’s lips curled into something
dangerous
.
Predatory.
The kind of look that should’ve sent
warnings
through my mind, told me to stop this before it spiraled out of control.
But instead, it sent a
thrill
down my spine.
I felt his hands tighten around my wrists—just for a moment—before he let go and slid them down my sides, his touch
searing
even through my clothes.
His grip settled firm on my hips, keeping me pressed against him, still straddling him as I watched the storm build in his darkened eyes.
"Tell me to stop," he rasped.
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs.
But I didn’t say anything.
I didn’t
want
to stop.
And he knew it.
A slow, knowing smirk stretched across his lips, and then—
I gasped as he
ripped
my panties straight down the middle.
The sharp
tear
of fabric filled the air, and a second later, I felt the cool air brush against my bare skin.
"Aiden—"
But he
didn’t
give me time to process.
His fingers gripped my ass,
hard
, pulling me flush against him, grinding me against the thick,
hard
length I’d just been stroking.
I let out a sharp,
breathless
moan at the friction.
God, I was already
so
sensitive,
aching
for more, and he—
He
knew
.
Knew exactly how to drive me insane.
"You’re soaking," he murmured, his voice all rough heat against my ear. His fingers slid between my thighs, teasing,
torturing
as he swiped through my slick folds.
I shuddered against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
Aiden let out a low
growl
at how wet I was, his patience snapping.
His grip
tightened
—and then, without warning—
He
slammed
me down onto him.
I let out a strangled gasp, my body
arching
at the sudden stretch, the raw
fullness
as he filled me in one hard, unrelenting thrust.
"Aiden—"
His name came out in a breathless whimper, and he
groaned
at the sound, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice tight, strained, like he was barely holding himself together.
His hands gripped my hips
brutally
tight as he held me there, letting me feel
every inch
of him stretching me.
For a moment, he didn’t move—just let the tension coil, the air between us crackling, both of us fighting for control.
But then I shifted
just
slightly—
And that was it.
Aiden
snapped
.
He
slammed
into me again, the force making the seat creak beneath us.
I let out a
sharp
moan, my nails
digging
into his shoulders as he set a
brutal
pace, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me to meet each
deep
, punishing thrust.
The plane, the altitude, the world around us—it all
disappeared
.
The only thing that existed was
this
.
Him. Me. The way he was
wrecking
me with every thrust, every delicious drag of his cock against my walls, the heat coiling in my stomach, the intoxicating feeling of being completely
consumed
by him.
I was lost.
And from the way Aiden was looking at me—
He was, too.
Aiden
snapped
.
His grip on my hips
tightened
brutally as he
slammed
into me again, dragging a sharp, desperate moan from my lips.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he
filled
me over and over, each thrust
deeper
,
harder
, leaving no space between us.
The private jet, the altitude, everything outside of this moment
disappeared
.
The only thing that existed was
this
The intoxicating friction, the
heat
curling low in my stomach, the way Aiden’s hands
branded
my skin, holding me right where he wanted me.
Like he
owned
me.
And God, I
let
him.
I
wanted
him to.
"You feel so fucking good," Aiden
groaned
into my neck, his breath hot, ragged, as his teeth
scraped
over my skin.
I gasped as he
bit down
, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to
mark
me—like he wanted to leave a reminder of exactly who I belonged to.
A deep shudder wracked through me.
I should’ve
hated
that.
But instead, it sent a
thrill
straight to my core.
I clenched around him, and Aiden
cursed
, gripping my ass,
slamming
me down onto him even harder.
"Fuck, Alexia," he rasped, his voice rough,
needy
, like he was unraveling right along with me.
I could
feel
how much he wanted this, how much he was
holding back
, but I didn’t
want
him to hold back.
I
wanted
him to lose control.
So I
moved
.
I rocked against him, rolling my hips in a slow, teasing grind, feeling his cock drag along my walls,
hitting
that spot deep inside me that made me whimper.
Aiden let out a
harsh
growl, his fingers
digging
into my hips.
"You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart."
His voice was dark,
thick
with restraint.
I swallowed, my pulse pounding.
"Maybe I like the danger."
His eyes
flashed
with something primal—
And then, suddenly, I was on my back, my body sinking into the plush leather seat as Aiden hovered over me.
Before I could take a breath, he
thrust
into me again, deep and
brutal
, knocking the air from my lungs.
I gasped, my back
arching
as I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist.
His hand
gripped
my throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but just enough to make me
feel
it—to remind me who was in control.
A delicious shudder ran through me.
"You
like
this, don’t you?" he rasped, his lips brushing against my jaw as he
slammed
into me again, his pace becoming desperate,
ruthless
.
I moaned, my head falling back.
"Yes," I
breathed
.
Aiden let out a low,
satisfied
growl, his fingers tightening on my waist as he
pounded
into me, relentless, driving me higher, harder, until the pleasure was
too much
.
Heat coiled deep in my stomach, my body tightening, shaking,
climbing
towards the edge.
I was
so
close—
And then Aiden
kissed
me.
Hard.
Possessive.
Like he was
claiming
me.
And that was it.
I
shattered
.
My orgasm
slammed
into me, my body arching, my nails
digging
into his back as I cried out his name.
Aiden groaned, his pace faltering, his grip on me
bruising
as he thrust into me one last time before he
let go
.
His release spilled inside me, warm, deep, as he buried his face against my neck, his body
shaking
against mine.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
Our ragged breaths filled the cabin, our bodies tangled together,
drenched
in sweat and satisfaction.
Then, finally, Aiden pulled back just enough to look at me.
Something unreadable flickered in his eyes, something that made my stomach flip—
But before I could think about it, he smirked.
"Hope you’re not
too
sore, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing his fingers over my thigh. "We’ve got a long trip ahead of us."
*******
By the time we were done, my body still trembling from the aftermath, the intercom crackled.
"Sir, ma’am, we’ll be landing shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts."
I blinked, my brain still foggy.
Wait—what?
We were already landing?
Aiden leaned back against the seat,
completely
unbothered, fixing his shirt like he didn’t just
wreck
me mid-flight. His smirk was pure arrogance as he buttoned his cuffs, rolling his shoulders like he hadn’t just spent the last hour buried inside me.
I, on the other hand, was
a mess
.
My dress was crumpled, my legs felt
boneless
, and the worst part—
I
didn’t have any panties on.
Because
someone
had
ripped
them.
I scowled at Aiden as I smoothed my dress down,
glancing
around for my underwear, only to see him casually tucking them into his pocket like some kind of
souvenir.
I
gaped
at him.
"You did
not
just put my panties in your pocket."
Aiden met my glare with a slow, lazy smirk. "Correction, sweetheart.
My
panties now."
I
huffed
, my face burning. "That doesn’t even make sense! Give them back!"
"Why?" He leaned back in his seat, legs spread like he owned the
entire
jet—and me. "
You won’t be needing them anyway.
"
I opened my mouth,
then
shut it, my face heating at the reminder that I was currently going commando under my dress.
Because of him.
Because he
destroyed
my panties in his moment of
unhinged, possessive hunger.
I clenched my thighs together, glaring at him. "You’re a
menace
."
Aiden chuckled,
completely
unfazed. "And you love it."
I
scoffed
, crossing my arms, trying not to shift too much in my seat. Every movement reminded me just
how much
he’d ruined me.
And now I had to get off this damn plane—without underwear.
Kill me
now
.
As the plane descended, Aiden leaned in, his breath teasing my ear.
"You might want to be careful when you step out, sweetheart," he murmured. "Wouldn’t want you flashing anyone when the wind picks up."
I
whipped
my head to glare at him,
mortified
.
"You’re
enjoying
this, aren’t you?" I hissed.
Aiden grinned. "Absolutely."
I wanted to smack him.
I
might
just kill him before this trip is over.
And worse?
I was
already
thinking about the next time he’d ruin me again.