CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AURORA
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“S hit, shit.” I run in my socks along the hall and skid to a halt in the kitchen near the comms unit.
Beep.
I have no idea which button to push.
Beep.
I wasn’t expecting Chloe, but she’s the only one who knows I’m here, so I chew the side of my mouth, consider messaging her, realize how dumb that is, and push the button to let her up.
I glance down at my denim shorts, long white socks, and the tank top I’m wearing. I'm a mess, but don’t care. She’s seen me in worse conditions. I removed my dress and heels from work the moment I walked through the door. But my hair and makeup still look fine.
Opening the fridge, I pull out the orange juice, unscrew the lid, and lift it to my mouth. I hear the elevator ping as I start drinking.
When I let out a loud argh and drop the juice on the marble counter, I glance up, expecting to see Chloe.
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
I’m very, very wrong.
Swallowing as my eyes flare, I watch the most beautiful man in the world slide his hands into his pants and grin at me.
“Hello, Aurora.” He purrs.
“Parker.” I squeak, suddenly extremely aware of my outrageous outfit and hardening nipples.
I cross my arms.
“Don’t do that on my account,” he says, taking a few steps into the kitchen as his hands pull free and he lifts his phone to his ear. “Bring them up when they arrive. Yes. Message me.”
Parker hangs up.
“Who was that?”
What is going on? He’s just showed back up in my life after almost a whole week like he knew where my mother lived and knew I’d be here.
“Eric.”
I nod, but nothing is making sense. Parker rounds the counter and stops in front of me as I turn to face him.
“You moved.”
“You found me.” I lift my face and fight the way my body heats with desire for him.
I can’t do this. He hasn’t called for a week—not that this is a relationship—but we were intimate and then just nothing.
Or is it a relationship? He took me on an expensive date. Didn’t kiss me. Then he showed up at my mother’s funeral and put his face between my legs.
And ran.
“How did you find me?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.
His inked hand lifts and brushes against my cheek. “I’ll always find you, Aurora.”
Oh god. He is starting to sound just like a serial killer. Just because Parker Stone is successful doesn’t mean jack. Aren’t they usually well-functioning members of society?
I flinch and go to move away.
His hand freezes but his gaze narrows. “Don’t be scared.”
I let out a weird laugh.
“Why are you scared?” He looks almost angry, and that just adds to my nerves.
“No. I’m not.” I press my side into the counter to stop my body from shaking. “Surprised. That’s what I am.”
The hunger in his eyes is undeniable, and I wish my nipples weren’t hard. They are, despite the fear rushing through my body.
Jesus why didn’t I put on a sweater?
Or like a bulletproof vest.
“We have unfinished business,” Parker says, his hand sliding down my arm.
What? My brain does a one-eighty. Is he joking right now? He ate me out and now thinks I owe him.
What a fucking jerk.
As his hand circles my wrist, I get mad. “Do we?”
He smiles.
“Parker, you left. You never called. That doesn’t mean you can return and get your IOU seven days later.”
A low growl escapes his lips. “Seven days, one hour, and fifteen minutes.”
That’s...I don’t know whether to add that to my growing proof he’s a psychopath or consider it romantic.
“Where have you been?”
A dark smile appears. “Miss me, little fly?”
“No.”
Yes.
“Did you think about me licking your pussy?” Parker asks, his finger running up and down my arm teasingly.
Yes, damn you.
“Have you ached for my cock?”
“Parker.” I groan and close my eyes. Then he cups my breast, and I push into his touch, fully aware he’s given no explanation for being here and will probably disappear again.
I try to tell myself to make him leave. Except as my eyes open and take in the six-foot-three man towering over me, dressed all in black with his tattoos peeking out from his expensive suit, I’m powerless.
His other hand cups my face harshly, and it’s like the haze in front of his eyes has cleared.
“Aurora, I want to fuck you so hard. Tell me to leave.”
I can’t.
Because I want him. I’ve never felt so much attraction to a man in all my life. My body throbs when he is near. The ache between my legs turns me into the sluttiest version of myself and I’m not sorry.
I want to lie down on the floor and spread my legs, begging him to do whatever he wants.
I feel the cold metal of his ring on my cheek and lean into it, my eyes flickering as desire overtakes me.
“Say it Aurora. Or tell me to take these little shorts off and touch your pussy.”
“Oh god.” I whimper.
My zipper goes down and I feel the fabric fall to the floor and cool air on my ass.
“Good girl,” Parker says, and tugs at my panties until they vanish. “Spread your legs.”
I do as he tells me, panting, my eyes locked on his glowering ones as my mouth parts. Then, his fingers push through my flesh and I let out a cry.
My body trembles as he towers over me, and my back arches. “Take two of my fat fingers. I want to see how much of my cock you can fit.”
Roughly, he pushes them in and I almost scream with pleasure.
“Oh god!” I grab his shoulders, wondering if he’s just going to fuck me here in the kitchen then leave.
I think I want him to.
“You’re soaked.” Parker rasps, fucking me with his digits, every third stroke pulling out to circle my clit.
I’m not going to last long.
I’ve been thinking of little else except the way he made me come with his mouth, so I was primed for him to just show up and take what he wanted.
I’ll care another day.
Right now, I want him to fill me in every possible way.
Parker straightens, sucks his fingers, and tears off his jacket, shirt, and pants. I stand there hopelessly watching, shaking from all the desire slicing through me.
Parker smirks, then reaches for my top, tugging it over my head. Next, my bra disappears and I’m left with just my socks on.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He rumbles deep inside his chest.
I take in his tanned and sculptured body, half covered in the sexiest tattoos I’ve even seen. I could almost get lost in them, but his cock is long, thick, and hard, demanding attention.
Parker grips it and begins to stroke.
“He has wanted you for a long time, Aurora.”
My eyes lift to him, wondering if there is another meaning behind his words. They’re dark. Experienced. Dangerous.
This man feels like he’s too much for me. Like giving myself to him completely will change my life. I promise myself right there and then, I won’t fall in love with him.
I hope I can keep that promise as I step closer and place my hand over his. Parker releases his cock and gives it to me while our eyes remain locked.
“Put it in your mouth.” He tells me with such gravel, I just melt to my knees.
Taking a moment to lick the head and enjoy the sight of such a nice cock, I take a handful of his balls and then slowly slide my mouth over his entire shaft.
“Fuck me,” Parker groans above me, and I see him grip the counter.
In his other hand, he takes a handful of my hair and begins to force himself down my throat. I fight the effort and try to do it slow, but this is a man who demands control and likes it fast.
I give him complete control.
He takes it and goes deep.
Just before I start gagging, I glance up and his deadly intense eyes are glaring at me. I see hate blending with lust and wonder why.
Those blue eyes.
So familiar and—
“Swallow my come,” Parker demands. “You will take every fucking last drop.”
Spit is dribbling from my mouth as I fight for oxygen, gripping his arm above my neck. Then I feel his hot sperm erupt in my throat as he cries out.
Oh god.
I can’t breathe.
Just as I think I’m about to pass out, he releases me and I drop my hands to the ground, pulling in breath after breath.
Who is this man?
Am I truly in danger?
A few seconds later, Parker brushes the hair off the side of my face and lifts it so I have to look at him.
“We aren’t done here.” He pulls me to my feet, then scoops me up into his arms. “Where’s the bedroom?”
I shake with need, wanting him to fill my pussy, while also mentally wondering where my phone is and if I should call for help.
I might have died.
What a way to die.
I wipe my mouth and glance down the hallway. I feel like crying. If he isn’t a murderer, Parker is hate fucking me and I don’t understand why.
It could be his kink.
Why am I not telling him to stop? That’s a really good question.
When he finds my room he keeps walking.
“Back there.”
“No.” Parker keeps walking to the master and pushes open the door.
“No. No. This is my mother’s room.” I push against his chest.
Placing me on the covers, he lies over me. “I know. And I’m going to fuck your soaking wet pussy right here. While she watches over us.”
I blink, confused.
Is this another weird kink?
Then his fingers slice through my flesh and I can’t think. His mouth wraps around a nipple, sucking so hard I think he’s going to pull it off.
The pain is embarrassingly good.
He does the same to the other one. Then, before I can take a breath, his face is between my legs, licking me as he crudely holds me wide open.
“This bad pussy was made for me.” He licks his lips, staring at me between my legs. “It’s like my own heroin.”
I arch into his tongue when he runs it over my clit and slides his fingers inside me.
“Oh god. Parker.” My arms reach back, gripping my mother’s headboard, and I give in.
Parker is taking whatever he wants, and this kind of pleasure only comes along once in a lifetime. I’m sure of it. He is going to walk away again and when he does, it will the last time.
Tonight, I have all of him.
And he gets all of me.
My core clenches at the thought of how big he will be when he enters me. His cock was just down my throat, I know how large he is.
He tweaks my breast again, the sharp pain sending me to the edge as he flickers his thick tongue over my clit.
“Parker,” I cry.
His head lifts and with a dangerous smirk, he removes his fingers and slaps my pussy just over my clit.
“Naughty cunt. You will wait.”
What?
If he leaves me unsatisfied again I will scream. “No.” I sit up as he straightens.
Parker glances around the room as I watch, confused. He seems to be in his own world as he strokes his cock and keeps looking around.
What is he searching for?
There’s nothing personal of my mother’s around. Except the book she was reading on her bedside table with the corner folded. Her reading glasses on top of it. A bottle of pills sits next to the lamp.
Otherwise, the room has luxury décor, almost like a hotel.
I relax back down onto the pillows and reach out, but he’s too far away. Softly I say, “Hey.”
Those blue eyes snap to mine feverishly, looking mad once again, then drift over my body.
“One last chance to stop me.” He growls.
“I don’t want to. Fuck me, Parker.”
“Silly girl.”
Then he positions himself at my core.
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PARKER
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I PRESS THE HEAD of my cock at Aurora’s entrance, ignoring the voice inside me that says, don’t do this.
She might not be my sister, but I’m using this woman. I’m going to destroy her life when she learns who I am. I’m almost certain she doesn’t know who her mother was or what she was involved with.
There’s no way.
The Aurora I know—and, sure, I don’t know her well—is too sweet and innocent to be involved in that sordid industry.
I don’t think either of us had a choice. From the moment we saw one another, this was inevitable. We had to fuck. Even though we’ll be enemies in the end.
We are now.
She just doesn’t know it.
I gaze down on Aurora’s luscious body as she lies with her arms open on the pillows, her legs wrapped around my solid hips, and note how stupidly vulnerable she is. But it’s those green eyes that keep the wild animal inside me locked on my mission.
They trigger my anger.
My memories of her standing at the door—the door which promised safety and freedom. The one I never had access to.
I push inside.
“What a nice tight cunt.” I moan.
It wouldn’t be if she’d been fucked by as many adults as I had. She’d be used and angry, like all of us. Why did Mary-Anne and my father protect her?
Why her and not fucking me?
I push in farther, roughly...
“That’s it, suck my cock inside you like a good little slut.” I plant a hand beside her head and glare at her as I take what I want.
Then suddenly I’m balls deep inside her.
A gust of invisible wind plows through me, as if waking me from a dream. The rush of awareness as our bodies join and eyes lock is unlike anything I’ve felt in my life.
Nothing except Aurora—us—exists.
Drawn like a moth to a flame, I smash my mouth down on hers, pulling her against me as our bodies connect on a level that goes beyond the physical.
My mind dissolves and all I can do is feel.
Hungrily, we kiss, my cock slamming into her as she claws at my back and tightens around me in every way she can.
This wasn’t the fucking plan.
The heat and pleasure of her channel consumes me, sucking me in like I have no say in the matter.
“Harder,” Aurora demands as our mouths momentarily release.
No.
I don’t want to hurt her.
Yet at the same time, I need to imprint my cock on the inside of her walls so that no other being will ever be allowed in there. Like a goddamn passport stamp.
I lean up farther, tugging her hip, and jackhammer into her.
“Yes, oh god. Yes.”
“Like it hard, baby?” I growl.
She nods, our bodies causing the headboard to bang against the wall, then her hand reaches out and cups my face.
Fuck.
I can’t do this. I can’t look into those green eyes I’ve hated for so long.
I pull out and flip her over.
“Parker,” she cries.
“Face in the pillow.” I push her down and tug her legs open. Then plow back into her. Taking her hips, I focus on her ass, slap her creamy cheeks, and ignore the noise coming from under her. “Time to come, Aurora.”
I need this over. I need release.
I cannot let this feel so fucking out of this goddamn world.
I reach for her pussy and pinch her clit.
“Fuck,” she cries in a muffled tone and clenches around my cock.
Yes. Finally. My balls tighten and I close my eyes, seeking the relief I’ve been needing for weeks.
Aurora begins to shudder around my cock as I explode, filling her with my second orgasm. I don’t stop until every drop is inside her.
Holy hell.
It was every bit as good as I imagined.
Whatever that intense shit was, I’m ignoring it.
Never happened.
Now for plan fucking B. I need to let Aurora think that we’re in a relationship so I can spend more time in this house and find some evidence.
I’ll do whatever is needed. Dates. Flowers. What-fucking-ever.
Probably more sex.
But there’s no way we are doing missionary again. I cannot look into those green eyes. She might be a good fuck, but Aurora means nothing to me. She’s just the little fly I’ve caught in my web.
We all have a price to pay for the world we were raised in. Soon it will be time for her to know the truth.