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Aiden gave me an evil look, almost considering that option before
shaking his head. “Not this time,” Aiden told the guy calmly. “He
wants to get his nipples pierced.”
My head snapped around so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. “I do
what? No–Sir, I don’t!”
The piercer chuckled at my panic like it was the highlight of his day.
Aiden, on the other hand, didn’t even blink.
“Believe me,” he said with absolute certainty, eyes locked on me, “you
do.” His mouth twitched like the faintest smile was threatening. “And
that little outburst just cost you ten.”
My pulse spiked so fast I thought I’d be sick. Every cell in me wanted
to bolt, but my feet stayed planted. Because he’d told me to. Because
part of me needed to prove I could.
The piercer smirked at my panic and started laying out supplies on a
steel tray. “First timer?”
Aiden’s hand slid down to my lower back, warm and steady. “He’ll
manage.”
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I sat when Aiden told me to sit. I stripped my shirt off when he told
me to. The chair reclined with a mechanical groan, and leather straps
clicked around my wrists before I could think twice.
My breath came fast and shallow.
The piercer pinched one nipple between his gloved fingers, rubbing it
with alcohol before clamping down. The metal bite made me flinch
hard against the restraints.
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When he reached for the curved needle, my body betrayed me–I
jolted like an animal in a trap. “Please, Sir,” I gasped, dizzy. “May I
ask something?”
Aiden leaned closer, his face filling my vision. “What is it?”
“Can he numb it? Please. I-” My voice cracked. “I’m terrified of
needles.”
The piercer laughed. “Kid, this isn’t a tooth extraction-”
“Do it,” Aiden cut in, sharp as steel.
The man blinked, then sighed, reaching for a small vial of gel. Cold
slid over my chest. My relief came out as a broken whisper: “Thank
you, Sir.”
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Aiden’s eyes locked on mine. “Breathe. Look at me. Not at him. Do
you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I rasped, clinging to his voice like it was the only thing
holding me upright.
The needle pierced through. Pain shot white–hot, stealing the air
from my lungs, and–Oh, my God, you motherf…- I gasped, eyes wide, but Aiden was there–calm, immovable. “Good boy,” he murmured,
brushing a hand along my jaw. “You’re doing so well.”
So well, my ass… I had tears in my eyes, and I was probably hyperventilating and ready to throw up, but for some reason that
escaped my understanding, I stayed put.
The second clamp snapped into place, and before I could beg, the other needle drove through. I shouted, half in pain, half in disbelief
that I’d let this happen. Aiden’s palm pressed over my sternum,
steady, commanding, and I forced myself to breathe through it.
By the time the silver rings were in place, sweat plastered my hair to
my forehead, and my chest was a throb of raw fire. The piercer
cleaned me with saline, the cool spray almost unbearable in its relief.
“Keep them clean, four to six times a day,” the guy muttered, packing
- up. “No rough stuff for now, no playing, no licking, nothing.”
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Aiden’s lips curved at that, but his eyes never left me. He reached
down, brushing a thumb across the tender skin between the new
jewelry. His touch was reverent and cruel at once. “Beautiful,” he said
softly, and I didn’t know if he meant the piercings or the fact that I
hadn’t run.
I swallowed hard, trembling, unsure if I was proud or humiliated–or
both.
And God help me, when he leaned down to murmur “Mine” against
my ear, I knew I’d do it all over again.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
