Aden changes his angle so our hips are pressed together. There. That’s the contact I needed. Every thrust hitting my clit and his cock buried deep inside of me. Aden gives me a longing look. One I know he denies but one I can feel deep in my soul. I feel it in the way he touches me—his hands tight and then gentle. He shoves his hand under my shirt and teases one of my nipples with his fingertip. He grinds into me harder, his breath coming faster.

“You’ll come from this,” he orders. “You could come just from me fucking you against the wall. You’re going to come on my dick, just from this. So fucking beautiful coming on my cock.”

“Yes!” I let out a gasp as pleasure overwhelms me, a twisted, filthy pleasure that I shouldn’t enjoy, shouldn’t like—but I do. I do.

My body clenches down on Aden. I come hard, crying out, and Aiden lets out a growl against my neck.

He fucks me hard and deep and frantic, his rhythm breaking up as he gets closer to his own orgasm. My head bangs against the wall, but I hardly notice. I come to another peak as Aden pushes in deep and comes inside me. I’m breathless with the heat and pleasure filling me all over again.

Finally, he exhales, panting. We stay against the wall until he unhooks my legs from around his hips one by one and lowers me back to the floor.

Aden leans his forehead against mine, catching his breath. He skims his hand over my waist, then slides his fingers between my legs to feel the mess he’s left.

“I needed this,” he says, his voice soft and gentle. “Never leave me.”

We’ve been doing this for years. Ever since we found each other.

“Never,” I promise him. “I need you too.” I tell him, but I know, there’s someone else who I need just as much.

DEAN

It took me a long time to get used to having a routine again.

Once you have a routine like we did at that school, you’ll never want one again. I rebelled when I got out. I hated everything and everyone. It was hell in my head. Didn’t matter where my feet were anymore.

Everything we did was by a routine. Every single thing, including going to the bathroom some days. Routines like that are how they control us.