"Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me.
His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his.
"You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the...
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My eyes widen. My heart beating faster as my brain proceeds the words he just told me. I don't know whether to feel surprised or aroused. What I know for sure is that my curiosity is on it's peak and that I need to find out what he means by what he just uttered.
"What?" I try hard not stutter as I look into his eyes. Anger and arousal is evident on them.
Aiden pulls me closer to him, bending his head so we're at eyelevel. "You fucking heard me. You're lucky there's others around because I would bend you over and spank that ass of yours raw for doubting us." He seethes lowly, his hands tightening around my waist as he glowers at me.
I breath shakily and remind myself to always have a second pair of underwear inside my purse. My core is throbbing and I'm afraid the wetness, coating my flesh will show through my dress. That's not possible right? Right?
My mouth opens and closes in shock. I probably look like a fish gaping for air as I try to find something to respond with but I don't have to because next thing I know, Aiden is looking over my shoulder with furrowed eyebrows.
"Come," he demands, a soft undertone in his voice as he unwraps his warm arms from around me. I instantly miss the warmth I felt through my dress and follow him off the dance floor. Still shocked by his words, I stumble behind him, the uncomfortable leather of my heels digging into my feet as we walk toward the table, occupied by my brothers.
"We need to go." Xavier rushes out as soon as we're in front of them. Hunter looks off into the distance, and unreadable look on his face.
"What happened?" Aiden asks, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Non credo che sia al sicuro qui." He mumbles, a look of worry across his face, something I don't see often. Despite not knowing what he just said, the way Aiden's jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists gives away that it wasn't something good. (I don't think she's safe here.)
"Perchè?" Aiden asks, inching closer to me, his arm brushing my own. (Why?)
"Puoi venire? Penso che avrò bisogno di protezione," My oldest brother answers, making Aiden nod swiftly and look around the ball, in a distressed manner. (Can you come over? I think I'll need protection.)
"Yeah, can you translate, now?" I ask raising an eyebrow, expectantly. All three pairs of eyes snap to me, Hunter's holding a string of amusement.
"We're leaving." He tells me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I wrap my arm around his waist and furrow my eyebrows.
"Why?"
"Stop asking questions, Avery. Just follow Hunter outside we'll be right behind you." Xavier snaps, I look down at his harsh tone while Aiden glares at him, clearly unhappy by the way he spoke to me.
