He's Perfect/I Hate Him: Putting My Pretty Boyfriend in His Place

By Arya Martin

I still wasn’t prepared for what I felt when I opened the door and saw Aidan standing there, when the familiar scent of his cologne washed over me. He was perfectly spiffed, every fine blonde hair in place, in a nice button-down and slacks, one hand pocketed, the other clutching a dozen red roses. He had this disgusting-adorable-hopeful look in his big, girly blue eyes, his soft lips parted in a shy half-smile. I ground my teeth and clenched my fist.

“Rachel,” he breathed, looking me over head to toe. “Jesus. Holy hot sh*t, you look amazing.” He smiled brightly, moving in for a kiss.

I whipped my hand up and caught him by the jaw, gripping his face hard, holding him off. He stared at me, his lips puckered from the force of my grasp, his blue eyes wide with shock.

“You don’t touch me without permission,” I said evenly.

He blinked at me, puppy-like. I snatched the roses from his hand and crossed to my nightstand, on which lay the cigarette lighter Dean and I had used to light the candles. As Aidan watched, I set the bouquet on fire. Even Dean, I could sense, was staring at me like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had. I could feel the heat as the flames spread over the blossoms, leaves and stems crackling, sparks flying.

I waited until every bloom had been torched, then went to the kitchen sink and dumped the nosegay in it upside down, running water over it to douse the flames. All that remained was wet ashes and stems, and a singed scrap of the heart-pattern paper the roses had been wrapped in.

When I turned back to Aidan, his lovely face was a mask of complete and total horror.

He stared at me for several seconds, then his gaze swung to Dean. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Dean,” I said coldly. “My study partner. Remember?”

“’Tsup,” said Dean.

“What’s he doing here?” said Aidan.

“That will become clear.” I paced toward him, letting my hips swing a little, enjoying the way his eyes traced my body even in the midst of his fear and confusion. “You want me back. Right?” I said, slowing to a halt in front of him.

He nodded mutely. His gaze again flicked to Dean.

“Look at me.”

His eyes snapped back to my face.

“You f*cked up.”

He bowed his head. “I know. I’m so, so sorry, Rae. I—”

“Shut up.”

He snapped his mouth shut.

“Sorry isn’t enough,” I said. “You embarrassed me, hurt me, betrayed my trust.”

“I’m so sorry. Please—”

“Shut up! You speak out of turn one more time and we’re done.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Feverotica Books
• Release date: Jul 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310413773

Arya Martin

Arya Martin's never been into those buff, domineering, macho-type dudes. Even as a kid, when her sexuality was only just budding, she recalls she was more of a Luke girl than a Han girl; displayed a distinct preference for the Boy Wonder over the Caped Crusader.She also found herself, from a young age, paging eagerly through her Nancy Drew novels looking for the obligatory scene where the titular heroine and her friends were captured and tied up by the villain. Back then, she didn't know what it was; something about that kind of thing just made her feel all *fuzzy* in *places*.All this, once Arya reached sexual maturity and learned a thing or two about the world, translated into a distinct preference for sexual dominance and the kinkier varieties of love-play. Nothing's more charming to Arya than a bound and helpless young man (or woman—though she primarily prefers the former), simpering, batting his pretty eyelashes, and pleading for her mercy.Another of Arya's early childhood passions, as it happens, was writing. She's been spinning fanciful yarns in one medium or another from the moment she learned to hold a pencil.Given all of the above, a career writing femdom and feminization erotica just plain made sense for Arya. She finally dipped her toe in the pool in the summer of 2015—and hasn't looked back since!

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He’s Perfect/I Hate Him

(Putting My Pretty Boyfriend in His Place)

BY

Arya Martin

FEVEROTICA BOOKS

Published by Feverotica Books

Copyright 2015 by Arya Martin

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This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended only for readers ages 18 and above. All characters portrayed as participating in sexual acts are consenting, are at least 18 years of age, and are not related by blood.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Aidan’s Error

Chapter 2: Aidan’s Punishment

SNEAK PEEK: Party Favors by Amy Jane Hunt

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1

How can you love someone and hate them completely at the same time?

I think I asked him that, in the thick of the whole thing, while my heart was still one great big gaping open wound and I thought the sky was falling. How can I hate you so much and love you so much at the same time? He didn’t answer, as I recall. Just pouted his pretty lips at me and looked at me sadly through his wet, gorgeous eyelashes. Aidan is twenty-two years old and prettier than a man has any right to be. Maybe that’s why I find him so damned addictive.

Aidan was my first real boyfriend. We met our freshman year in college, and it quickly turned romantic. It was kind of an unlikely pairing, when I think about it. He’s extroverted, confident, smooth … almost a bit of a playboy. He was his high school’s prom king. Me, I’m an introvert of