CHAPTER 112: BEING NAUGHTY {II}

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.