My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss-Chapter 19

Ivy, present time...

I didn’t know why that distant memory from my high school days came flooding back. I could see Aidan being mercilessly beaten and humiliated by his father.

The image pained me even now. But I couldn’t understand how that traumatic past had turned him into the person he was today.

Despite all that, I had always shown kindness to him - the only one who bothered to do so. Yet, at this moment, he seemed to have forgotten all of it and treated me with utter disdain.

After he brought me back to the Villa, he practically threw me inside the bedroom.

"Stay here," he barked before slamming the door behind him.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts in turmoil. The Aidan I thought I knew was gone. In his place was this possessive and violent stranger.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out of there.

But how? He had threatened to kill me, and I believed him.

I went to the window, carefully opening it to get some fresh air. The door suddenly opened, and I turned around.

Aidan walked in and silently went toward the dresser.

He began to slowly unbutton his shirt, his movements deliberate and calm despite the storm of emotions I was feeling inside. I watched silently as he slipped the shirt off his broad shoulders, the muscles in his back rippling.

"I am not sharing the bed with you," I declared, my voice shaking with both fear and anger.

Aidan didn’t seem to hear me. He simply continued undressing, revealing his sculpted chest and toned abs. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his body.

Finally, he turned to face me, his expression unreadable. "Suit yourself," he said coolly before slipping into bed and turning off the light.

I stood there for a moment, feeling a mixture of relief and confusion. Relief that I didn’t have to share a bed with him after all, but confusion at Aidan’s nonchalant attitude towards my declaration.

I snatched the pillow off the bed and strode toward the couch across the room. Then, I opened the closet and took out some extra blankets so I could make my little makeshift bed on the couch.

I lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling in the dark room. The moonlight filtered in through the curtains, casting a soft light around me.

I couldn’t sleep. My mind was still reeling from everything that had happened today. I wondered if this was all some kind of nightmare and I would wake up back in my comfortable townhouse far away from here.

But as the hours passed and morning approached, I realized this was my reality now. I was trapped in this luxurious prison with a dangerous and unpredictable man.

I slowly started to drift away to sleep.

I jerked awake after a few seconds when I felt myself lift off the couch, my body suddenly weightless. Blinking in confusion, I realized Aidan was carrying me off the couch.

My heart was racing as Aidan carried me to the bed, his grip firm but gentle.

"Aidan! What are you doing? I told you I am not sharing a bed with you, and you said it was okay!" I exclaimed.

"I changed my mind," he said gruffly.

He laid me down on the bed before getting in beside me. I scooted as far away from him as I could, my breath quickening with fear.

Aidan noticed my discomfort and sighed. "I am not going to try to fuck you if that’s what you are worried about," he said in a surprisingly soft voice.

I couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh at his blunt statement. "That’s not exactly reassuring coming from someone like you," I replied, trying to lighten the tension. "Considering how you already fucked me against my will before."

Aidan chuckled softly before turning on his side to face me. "Well, tonight I won’t. You have my word," he said seriously.

I nodded slowly, still feeling uncertain and on edge. "Then why don’t you let me sleep on the couch?"

Aidan’s face hardened at my question. "Because, here, you are still mine. And you are staying in this bed with me," he said firmly.

I bit my lip, unsure of what to do or say. Part of me wanted to argue and demand that he let me sleep on the couch, but another part of me was getting comfortable in this warm bed.

I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "Fine," I said quietly, knowing there was no use in arguing with him.

Aidan seemed satisfied with my response and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging us into darkness. I could feel his body heat next to me, his presence making me tense up again.

"Are you always this difficult?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"I could ask you the same thing," I shot back, unable to resist a little sass.

Aidan let out a deep chuckle. "Touché," he said. "But seriously, you have some fire in you. I like that."

I rolled my eyes. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it doesn’t."

He chuckled again and suddenly his hand was on my waist, pulling me closer towards him. My heart raced as I felt his warm breath against my neck.

"Just relax, princess," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

I tried to relax, but it was impossible with Aidan’s body pressed against mine. He seemed to sense my unease and pulled away slightly.

"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything...unexpected," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

I couldn’t help but scoff at his choice of words. "You mean like kidnapping me and forcing me into a fake marriage?" I retorted sarcastically.

"You like the thrill of it, the adventure," he replied quietly, the humor still evident in his voice.

We fell into an uneasy silence after that, and eventually, sleep overtook me.

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[I was in a room filled with dark, expensive wood paneling and plush red furniture. Aidan was there, wearing nothing but a silk robe that clung to his muscular frame, accentuating every ripple of his abs. He beckoned me with a crooked finger, his eyes filled with an unspoken hunger that made my stomach flip.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he let the robe fall to the ground, revealing his hardened length straining for release. I felt my panties dampen at the sight of him, so full of masculine power and undeniable lust.

For some weird reason, I didn’t feel any hatred toward him. Only lust.

"Come here," he rasped out, his voice like gravel in the dimly lit room.

As if under a spell, my legs carried me towards him. I straddled him on the plush leather couch, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was about to happen. His hands roamed up my thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He caressed my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightgown before slipping it over my head and discarding it on the floor. His lips trailed kisses down my neck, sending shivers through me that I yearned to ignore but couldn’t help craving more of.

A moan escaped my lips as he teased my nipples with his tongue, flicking and sucking until they were hardened peaks aching for more attention.

I took his cock in my hand, and then...]

I snapped out of my sleep, gasping for air. No, it couldn’t be true...I had just had a sex dream about Aidan, the man who practically violated me. My heart raced with disgust as I realized the depth of my own depravity. How could I sink so low?

"Wha...what’s wrong?" Aidan murmured next to me.

"Nothing! Go back to sleep," I quickly replied.

But his eyes were already open, staring at me. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"Yes, you could say that," I said, blushing.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow.

Hell no!

"No, I...I’m fine. Just go back to sleep."

Aidan sat up and turned on the lamp by his bed, and then, he stared at me intently. "You don’t look scared. You look like you are...blushing."

"I am not!" I cried in defense.

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You’re still blushing, and your pulse is racing." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Damn it!" I said under my breath, pulling the covers up to my neck.

"Care to tell me what you dreamt about?" he asked with a smirk.

"No! Leave me alone, Aidan," I said weakly.

His smirk grew wider. "You were having a wet dream about me, weren’t you?" he asked coyly.

"You’re a pig!" I screamed, burying my face in my pillow.

Amidst my embarrassment, I heard him chuckle.

Of course, he loved humiliating me ever since we were young!

"And you...Ivy Williams is a liar," he said gruffly.

I shivered as I felt his hot breath at the back of my neck.