CHAPTER 111: BEING NAUGHTY

Alexia’s POV

I stared out the window, watching the city blur past as Aiden drove in complete silence.

It took me a few minutes to realize something was wrong.

This wasn’t our usual way home.

My heartbeat stuttered.

I shifted in my seat, forcing myself to stay calm as I looked around, trying to figure out where exactly he was taking me.

Maybe he just had to make a stop somewhere.

But the farther we drove, the less convinced I became.

Panic curled in my stomach.

What if he finally remembers?

The thought hit me hard, making my fingers clench into my lap.

I swallowed, my mind racing.

What if he had finally pieced it together? What if this entire time, he had been playing along, just waiting for the right moment to make me pay?

My breathing quickened.

I turned to him, trying to read his expression. But he was unreadable—focused on the road, jaw set, looking calm. Too calm.

I needed to say something. Needed to know where we were going.

"Where—where are we going?" I asked, hating the way my voice came out unsteady.

Aiden didn’t glance at me. "You’ll see."

His voice was smooth, controlled.

But to me, it sounded like a death sentence.

I sucked in a shaky breath.

He knew. He had to know.

Was he going to kill me? Torture me for everything I had done to him when I was a princess?

God, my hands were starting to shake.

"Aiden," I tried again, my voice firmer this time. "You shouldn’t—don’t do anything drastic."

At that, he finally glanced at me, his brows furrowing slightly.

Then, to my utter confusion—he chuckled.

Chuckled.

Like this was funny.

"You’re dramatic, you know that?" he smirked before looking back at the road.

What the hell?

I stared at him, feeling both relieved and incredibly stupid.

He didn’t remember.

At least, not yet.

Before I could fully process everything, the car slowed down, and I turned just in time to see the private airport coming into view.

My breath caught.

There was a jet. A sleek, black private jet waiting for us.

My panic completely shifted into something else—excitement.

I had never been on a private jet before.

But I wasn’t about to let Aiden know how thrilled I was.

I crossed my arms, forcing myself to look unimpressed as the car rolled to a stop.

"This is a business trip," Aiden said casually, getting out of the car before I could question him.

I blinked. "A what?"

He walked around to my side and opened the door for me, smirking down at me like he knew I was holding back my excitement.

"A business trip," he repeated. "We’re leaving for the weekend."

I scowled at him. "I didn’t pack for a business trip, Aiden."

"William packed for you," he said, completely unfazed as he reached for my hand, pulling me out of the car.

I was still processing that when we stepped toward the jet, and my heart skipped at the sheer luxury of it.

Don’t act impressed, I reminded myself.

I schooled my expression, feigning indifference as we boarded, even though my fingers were itching to touch everything. Okay so I touched some button before he finally got me to stop.

But as soon as the plane started moving, my bravado completely crumbled.

I stiffened, gripping the armrests as the engines roared.

And when we started ascending?

Panic set in again.

My stomach lurched, and my fingers dug into the seat.

Holy shit.

Aiden noticed.

His gaze flickered to me, his smirk deepening. "Nervous?"

I glared at him, my pride refusing to let me admit it. "No."

"Liar."

I opened my mouth to argue, but then—he leaned in.

And kissed me.

Just like that, my breath vanished.

The roar of the engines, the unsettling feeling of being thousands of feet in the air—all of it disappeared the moment his lips touched mine.

I gasped, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss with slow, deliberate movements that melted every single thought from my mind.

My hands—ones that had been gripping the armrests for dear life—moved on their own, sliding up to clutch his shirt instead.

I felt his smirk against my lips before he tilted his head, angling the kiss deeper.

Damn him.

He knew what he was doing.

Knew that I was freaking out about the plane. Knew that I couldn’t focus on anything but him right now.

And the worst part?

It was working.

I let out a shaky breath as he pulled back slightly, his lips just barely brushing against mine.

"See?" he murmured, amusement in his voice. "Told you I know how to calm you down."

My eyes fluttered open, meeting his dark, smug gaze.

Asshole.

But I didn’t have time to curse him, because he was kissing me again, this time with intent.

And just like that—every thought about where we were going, about the plane, about the past—faded into nothing.

Because right now, the only thing that mattered was this.

Him.

And the way he was making me feel like I was falling—but not from the sky.

No.

I was falling for him.

I was burning.

Every inch of me felt hot—my skin, my lips, my entire body.

And it was his fault.

The way Aiden kissed me—slow, teasing, like he had all the time in the world—made my frustration climb higher and higher.

Then, just when I was fully melting into it, when I was ready to lose myself in him completely—he pulled back.

Just like that.

His lips barely brushed mine as he leaned away, his smug smirk still there, like he was amused by the way I was unraveling.

"Feeling better now?" he murmured, voice deep, controlled.

I swear I could’ve killed him.

Because he knew.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

And I was not going to let him get away with it.

"Fuck it," I breathed, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him back to me.

His smirk vanished as I crushed my lips to his, pouring all my pent-up frustration into the kiss.

Aiden groaned—a deep, low sound that sent heat shooting straight to my core.

I climbed onto his lap without thinking, straddling him in the luxurious leather seat, pressing myself flush against him.

His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging into my hips as I moved against him, grinding down just enough to feel the growing hardness between us.

My breath hitched.

He was already hard.

And the moment I moved against him, he let out a sharp exhale, his grip tightening.

His self-control was slipping.

Good.

I smirked against his lips, rolling my hips again, deliberately slow this time.

Aiden growled. His hands snapped to my thighs, fingers digging in as he guided my movements, making me do it again.

And again.

The friction sent sparks of pleasure through me, making my breathing turn ragged, my pulse wild.

God, I was burning up.

My hands dropped between us, fingers trailing down his chest, his stomach, lower—

And when I reached his belt, I didn’t hesitate.

I kissed him harder, letting my fingers work his buckle, then his zipper, dragging it down in one swift motion.

Aiden tensed beneath me, his breath hot against my lips.

But he didn’t stop me.

Didn’t say a single word as I reached into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his length.

His cock was already hard—thick, hot, pulsing beneath my touch.

The moment my fingers curled around him, he let out a sharp curse, his head dropping forward, forehead pressing against mine as his breath came out shaky.

I felt him grow even harder in my grip.

I smirked, my confidence skyrocketing as I started moving my hand—slow at first, teasing, letting my fingers glide over him, up and down.

Aiden groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as his entire body tensed beneath me.

"Alexia," he warned, voice strained.

But I didn’t stop.

I tightened my grip, twisting my wrist just slightly as I stroked him, reveling in the way his breathing grew ragged, in the way his body reacted to me.

I loved this—loved how undone he was beneath me, how his usual control was crumbling with every movement of my hand.

His head tilted back against the seat, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

God, he looked wrecked.

And I wanted to wreck him more.

I leaned in, kissing along his jaw, his throat, my strokes growing firmer, faster—

And just as I felt his entire body tense—just when I knew he was on the edge—

Aiden’s hands shot up, grabbing both of my wrists and stopping me completely.

I gasped as he yanked my hands away from him, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a look that made my stomach flip.

Dangerous. Intense. Possessive.

"You’re playing with fire," he rasped.

I swallowed, my pulse pounding.

"Maybe I like the fire," I whispered back.

Aiden’s lips curled into something dangerous.