Aaron froze for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. No one — no one — pulled him like that. His men feared him, his enemies cursed him, even Ken kept a respectful line. But Mina? Mina yanked his head back, stared into his eyes, and declared herself the boss.
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
"You think you're the boss, mi amor?" His voice was low, dark, threaded with amusement and fury. "Only you, princess. Only you dare to yank my hair and make rules for me to follow. And I will gladly do."
Mina didn't flinch. Her nails pressed deeper into his scalp as she leaned down, her mouth brushing his ear.
" Its good you know your place, Aaron. I demand it. You want me? You want this life with me? Then you follow my rules."
Aaron's chest rose sharply, his eyes burning with feral hunger. He was supposed to be angry, but damn it, her fire lit something raw inside him. He chuckled, the sound broken and wild.
"You're playing with fire, princess." He grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Do you know what happens to people who try to control me?"
Her lips brushed his jaw. "Maybe they win."
His laugh died. His gaze snapped to hers, bloodshot, desperate. "Or maybe they get devoured."
He slammed her against the wall, his hand caging her jaw. But his grip trembled. Because she wasn't afraid — not one bit. Mina stared back with eyes blazing, chest rising and falling with defiance.
Aaron's voice cracked, half snarl, half plea. "Say it again. Say you're the boss."
Mina smirked, her breath hot against his lips. "I am the boss. And you—" she dragged her nails down his neck, making him hiss— "you're mine just as much as I'm yours."
For a heartbeat, silence. Then Aaron groaned like a man breaking apart, his forehead pressing to hers.
"Goddamn you, Mina," he whispered, his voice wrecked. "You ruin me. And I like it."
His mouth crashed onto hers, savage and hungry, their battle for dominance turning into a kiss that felt like war and worship all at once.