Chapter 66 The discovery
Aiden
I stared down at Lena, her body sprawled beneath me on the rumpled sheets, her legs spread wide in invitation that did nothing for me. She was naked, skin flushed, but my cock hung limp between her legs, unresponsive to her desperate touches.
All I could think about was Elsie—her wide eyes, the curve of her hips, the way her breath hitched when I touched her. Elsie was the only one who made my dick throb with real hunger.
“Why the fuck are you struggling to get it up?” Lena whispered, her voice laced with frustration as she reached down to stroke me again, her fingers slick with her own arousal.
“My cock was inside you. You don’t blame me if your cunt is too wide to grip my cock,” I shot back, my tone flat, even as I pushed forward half-heartedly.
Truth was, I barely felt her walls clenching around me. It took everything even to get semi-hard, my mind replaying memories of Elsie's tight heat when Jacob was fucking. The way his cock moved in and out of her, her pussy gripping him, instead of this hollow fuck.
She pounded at my chest, nails digging in. “Get off me,” she barked, her hips bucking not in pleasure but in irritation.
I pinned her waist into the bed, shoving my cock deeper despite the lack of fire in my veins. “You wanted me to fuck you, so take it.” The words came out mechanical, my body moving on autopilot while my thoughts drifted to Elsie—how she'd whimper my name, her pussy squeezing me.
“Aiden, I said get off me.” She shoved harder, pounding my chest with balled fists, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
Frustration boiled over, and I spun her around violently, flipping her onto her stomach and pinning her hips down with my weight. My cock slid back into her from behind, the angle letting me thrust harder, chasing the ghost of Elsie in my mind. Her face flashed before me—those soft, full lips parted in ecstasy, her boobs pressing against my chest as she rode me. I imagined her tight little pussy, so wet and eager, gripping me until I couldn't hold back. That image alone kept me hard enough to keep pounding into Lena's loose heat.
She twisted under me at first, her ass cheeks jiggling with each forceful slap of my hips against her. “You bastard, you're not even trying,” she snarled, but her voice cracked as I reached around to rub her clit roughly, more to shut her up than anything.
“Shut your fucking mouth and take this dick,” I growled, my pace quickening as Elsie's phantom moans echoed in my head. I pictured her on all fours like this, her back arched, begging for more.
Lena's body started to betray her resistance; her struggles weakened, turning into involuntary rocks back against me. Her pussy fluttered, finally gripping a little as her arousal built despite everything.
In no time, she stopped fighting and started moaning, low and needy. “Fuck... Aiden, harder... give it to me.”
“This is what you want?” I asked, fucking her harder, my balls slapping against her thighs. But it was Elsie's voice I heard in my mind, her pleas that drove me deeper.
“Oh my god, yes,” she moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “Your cock feels so good now, make me cum on it.”
I gripped her hips bruisingly, slamming into her with raw force, the bed creaking under us. Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with the slick sounds of her wetness coating my shaft. She was dripping now, her body surrendering even if her earlier anger lingered in the air.
I closed my eyes, envisioning Elsie's ass in my hands, her tight hole clenching as I buried myself balls-deep. “That's it, milk my cock,” I muttered, the words spilling out to mask my detachment.
Lena pushed back, grinding her ass against me. “Yes, fuck me like you mean it—pound this pussy until I scream. I want your cum filling me up, Aiden.” Her voice turned filthy, desperate, as she reached between her legs to play with her swollen clit.
I thrust savagely, the friction finally building something in me, all fueled by the image of Elsie's lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry with those innocent eyes looking up. Lena's moans grew louder, her body trembling. “I'm gonna cum—oh fuck, your dick is hitting so deep—don't stop!”
Her walls spasmed around me, clamping down as she shattered, her cry echoing off the walls. “Yes! Cum in me, Aiden!”
The command, twisted with Elsie's face in my mind, pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt, groaning as my cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. It felt wrong, tainted, but release came anyway—harsh and mechanical.
Lena collapsed forward, panting heavily, her body limp and glistening with sweat. “That was... intense,” she gasped, rolling onto her side with a satisfied smirk.
But I pulled out immediately, my dick softening as disgust washed over me. No afterglow, no lingering touch. I couldn't stand the feel of her on my skin. Without a word, I slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind me.
The cold tile under my feet grounded me as I turned on the shower, stepping under the scalding spray. I scrubbed my body furiously, soap lathering over my chest, down my stomach, between my legs, erasing every trace of Lena's scent, her juices, her everything. My cock hung heavy now, spent but unsatisfied, aching for the one woman I couldn't have.
I caught my reflection in the fogged mirror after, water dripping from my hair. Dark circles under my eyes, jaw clenched. Where was Elsie? Was she okay out there, scared and alone? My brothers were out searching, risking everything to bring her home, but me? I was trapped here, banned from even whispering her name, from looking in her direction if she ever returned. The order burned in my gut—some twisted punishment that kept me leashed while they hunted.
When I finished scrubbing myself clean, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel.
My phone vibrated against the counter.
I had dropped it there earlier without thinking. The screen was lit up. I picked it up and swiped it open.
A new message waited at the top of the screen.
It was from Jacob.
‘You need to see this.’
And then, buried in the message thread, a single photo preview appeared. My blood ran cold. I couldn’t make out much through the blur—but it was enough.
Elsie is being shoved in a car by some men.
Another message came in...
'meet me in the garden, we need to talk.'