Endgame

Chapter 6 Everett

EVERETT

My bedroom is drowned in shadow. The curtains have been drawn tight, the lamp on the nightstand bleeding a muted glow across the dark furniture and floors.

Every corner here is mine. Every inch of this room will carry memories of Aurora’s misery long after she’s gone, which is why I carried her here after her body gave up on her.

Twenty minutes have passed since. Twenty minutes with her motionless, with me stretched out beside her, watching her.

She’s beautiful in her stillness. Her head rests to the side, hair spilling like a veil across her face. One of her hands is curled into a fist, as if her body’s subconscious is trying to protect her from me.

It won’t do her any good. She’s defenseless here, in her current state. She hasn’t woken up, not even when I breathed her name against her skin or shook her harder than necessary.

Better this way, when she’s like this. Helpless, mine.

I’m going to keep her here as my prisoner. My sex doll to torment and use.

When I feel like my revenge has reached its satisfying conclusion, that’s when I’ll kill her and the rest of them.

It’ll be a while before it happens.

For now, she’s here. Mine to ruin.

I brush a lock of her hair off her face, telling myself it’s part of my vengeance. That I don’t want to see her, but her flushed cheeks in case she wakes up with me here. With her monster, propped on an elbow, watching her.

“You and I are going to have so much fun together.” I hear the hate in my voice. The lust.

As the silence lingers, memories from earlier rise to the surface. I still feel her clinging to me.

Me.

I…

Fuck. Even in her sleep, she’s trying to manipulate me.

She’s going to pay for it.

I start by testing, again, just how out of it she is, sliding my fingers down her spine.

The light slap to her ass gets no reaction…from her.

My body, though, is a live wire.

Cock hard. Teeth clenched.

“Whatever you’re trying to do to me, it won’t work.” My blood thrums in my veins. “You’ll see that for yourself. Then you’ll learn firsthand how cruel and unfair life is.”

Before I can think better of it, I flatten my hand on her back. A possessive gesture.

Her soft breath and silence continue to be such a fucking turn-on. Precum wets my boxers as I take in the sight of her.

She’s peaceful. Vulnerable.

Ready to be defiled.

Aurora and my revenge both captivate me. I push myself to sit on the edge of the bed next to her legs.

My fingers flex over her back. My cock jerks with sick satisfaction since she won’t wake up.

This stubborn, perfect fucking disaster is going to make my life a living hell. And I, in return, will derive immense pleasure from taming her.

She’ll take it. She’ll cry and bargain.

But that’s the thing about being owned. You don’t get a say in anything.

With my fingers sliding down her body, Aurora doesn’t so much as tremble. I hook them on the hem of her skirt, taking my time as I push it up her thighs. I’m indulgent, and yes, dammit, she feels nice.

She’s also a dirty, filthy girl.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I look at the dark spot on her white underwear. The reminder of how I broke her in my office. With my knee between her legs, she moaned for me despite herself.

Pressing my finger to the fabric, I realize it’s a dried dark spot.

“Tsk, tsk.” I don’t have to be cruel. She doesn’t hear me. And yet I do. “If you want to survive me, Miss Clarke, you can’t afford to be dry. Ever.”

I never thought the day would come that I’d talk to a woman that way. Treat her that way.

There’s no excuse for it.

No explanation, other than I’ve changed. My heart is buried beneath layers of dirt in the ground. What’s left of me is vengeance and lust.

Aurora is getting both.

My phone flashes with a message. Another one.

Whoever’s looking for me will have to wait.

Touching her is what I want. It’s what I’m taking.

I inch closer, spreading her legs for me.

Then I slide her panties to the side and push her ass a little higher.

Desire slices through me, sharp and cutting as a cleaver.

Aurora is more than a temptation. She’s every need I didn’t know I had personified.

Her cunt is so fucking distracting, and hell no… I don’t want her, the person.

Her body, that’s what I want. That’s what I’m going to ruin.

I start by pushing my thumb between her lips, sliding it in and out of her cunt.

Just when her wetness coats my entire finger, my damn phone stops me.

This time, I glance at the screen and know I have to get it.

It’s Stafford.

The one person other than my family who actually gave a fuck about any of us.

He’d been there for my parents. For me.

When everyone else, except our paid investigators, got tired of searching for Lotus, he came with me. He and I, we’d drive around, looking for her on street corners and in small towns in our area. Call hospitals to ask about her—yes, her again.

His kind green eyes were tear-filled when I told him my parents had passed away. He delivered the eulogy before we buried them when I couldn’t.

I can’t ignore him.

I reach over Aurora, grab my phone, and return to where I was seated.

Stafford: My parents called me about the shotgun wedding we planned.

Stafford: Mom mentioned that the Clarkes never really liked you. They were clueless.

Stafford: Meaning they weren’t lying back then. They had no idea about any of it.

Stafford: They couldn’t have helped us. I’m not defending them or anything. They’re still assholes. Just thought you should know.

His parents and what they could or couldn’t do for us is meaningless. I’m past that.

Aurora is my present. A knocked-out Clarke, here in my bed.

While I spread Aurora’s legs wider, settling between them, I type out a message.

Me: Thanks. See you tomorrow.

Send.

Phone out of the way, I’m able to fully focus on what I crave the most—taking my anger out on her.

The beating pulse in my cock is relentless as I watch her smooth skin, the wetness trickling down Aurora’s thigh from when I had my thumb inside.

My eyes roam over her body. My breath is hot, each inhale setting fire to my lungs.

Aurora is at a disadvantage.

And I’m equally screwed.

I shouldn’t be this attracted to her. My nerves shouldn’t feel raw and exposed like this.

Without thought, my hands run up the backs of her knees, her thighs. The crease that leads to her ass. I squeeze her with all the hate I have within me.

Because she’s alive. Because I want her.

Punishable offenses for which I twist her panties and tug. The bunched-up fabric presses to her cunt, to her asshole.

My pulse goes as wild as my desire.

Finally, I’m wrecking this beautiful, filthy princess.

This is only the beginning. I pull harder as I imagine filling both her holes with my cum. Making her want it despite herself.

That’s a far better revenge than just making her take it.

She’ll end up hating me and herself.

However, I’ll always be there to remind her to hate me a little more.

I’ll be there to tell her in person that I swapped her birth control pills.

Earlier, I told her they were delivered to me by her mother. What I didn’t mention was that I had my driver go get me identical-looking mints so I could make the switch myself, right there at my bench in court.

Her parents probably think that keeping her baby-free will make her more…marketable. That once they annul the marriage, they can pay someone to suture her back together and sell the lie of her being a virgin.

They’re wrong. I’ll knock her up in no time. Will ruin her and everything they have planned.

Her suffering won’t end there. She’ll have a baby with me, but she won’t get to hold it. I’ll rip the newborn from her arms as soon as she pushes them out of her womb. Build a wall in my home to separate this child from their evil mother.

I’ll love and nurture them.

Aurora will die without knowing what they look like.

That’s the level of torture I’ve had in mind for all three of them.

Pure. Deep. One to leave scars on their souls.

I have, until now. My heart revolts against the idea, against hurting her so badly.

The man I’ve become isn’t a man at all.

Silencing what’s left of my conscience, I let my instincts take over, and they demand that I defile her.

I rub Aurora’s panties up and down her pussy. Her folds are getting red, swelling with need and from the friction.

No one’s touched her there before.

Her husband will. She’ll take my cock, my mouth, my spit on her.

I hate how much I need that.

Pushing her skirt higher up her thighs, I bunch it at her waist.

There’s more to do. More torture to be had.

More pleasure.

I twist the hand that’s holding on to her panties, skimming my knuckles over her ass.

She’s blissfully passed out when I lift her hips with my free hand. A couple of inches, giving me access to her cunt.

“Good girl.” My knuckles slide lower, along her wet pussy lips.

It’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to her on our wedding night.

The ink marking my arms and chest burns. The need to claim her has my vision blurring around the edges.

Her pussy won’t be the only hole that I’ll take.

Her ass, that’s mine too. I’ll stretch it. Fuck it. She’ll be walking with a new butt plug shoved inside her every day. Will only get to rest during the night.

She’ll become so. Fucking. Dirty. She’ll have no other choice. With the plug there, she’ll always have me on her mind.

My heart pumps blood down through my body.

Eye.

For.

An.

Eye.

My belt is unbuckled. Cock in my fist.

God. Fuck. It’s only now that I have my hand wrapped around it that I understand the depth of my dark desires.

Touching myself hasn’t felt this good in years.

But it isn’t about her.

I’ve been lurking in the shadows for too long. The anticipation leading up to this moment of striking them down. That’s what this is about.

My need is as primal as they come.

That’s what I keep telling myself as I shove her panties out of the way. Her cunt, her ass, her, they mean nothing to me.

She’s a body to be used and tortured.

A soft, gorgeous, pliant body that’s entirely mine.

Still rubbing my aching cock, I tear her panties off her. Then I lift her hips again, spitting on her tightest hole. Licking myself off her rim.

I’m claiming her. I’m ruining her.

And I need to come. Selfishly, without giving my enemy an ounce of pleasure.

I sit back up, jerking myself off.

This is true justice. This is—fuck, so good—fairness. Looking at her, knocked out. At my mercy.

It feeds my revenge.

Feeds my obsession just as much.

“My filthy little slut,” I say, feeling the words forming on my lips.

“Such.” I hold the base of my dick, slapping her ass with the tip. It’s nowhere near as satisfying as cracking my hand on her flesh. It’ll have to do if I don’t want to risk waking her up. “A.” Slap, and my balls pull tight. “Slut.”

Degrading her, debasing this gorgeous, fucked-up princess, is hot.

That, too, is justice.

Except justice is the last thing on my mind when I thrust my hips harder into my hand. When I grind my cock along the smooth skin of Aurora’s ass.

She’s on my mind.

My cum on her body. Her rumpled clothes. The torn panties of my future wife.

“Fuck”—I shoot my seed on that forbidden hole, emptying myself on her—“that. Fuck that and fuck you.”

My mind disagrees with me.

Instead of hate, memories of Aurora’s sad blue gaze rise.

The way I held her by the throat. Her uncontrollable moans. The shame laced in every sound.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the slivers of emotion to go away.

While I tuck myself in, they slowly disappear. Dust in the wind.

Am I done with Aurora, though? No.

“Spoiled little princess.” Gathering my cum that’s on her ass, I push one finger inside her. Up to the first knuckle.

It’s a tight fit.

Well, well. She hasn’t been touched or fucked in her ass as well as her pussy. I’m sure she’d be in pain if she were awake for this.

But…she isn’t. Aurora doesn’t even stir.

I don’t smirk. Don’t laugh or draw pleasure from humiliating her. This goddamn guilt creeps up as if it’s never left.

Adding another finger helps numb my overly loud conscience. I concentrate on pumping my thick fingers in and out of her, guaranteeing she’ll be sore later.

She’ll wake with a sting and she’ll know who did it to her.

Me? I won’t show or feel remorse. Not an ounce of it.

Ever.

“Something’s missing, don’t you think, princess?”

As if I haven’t been cruel enough.

You have. The angel on my shoulder sounds oddly familiar.

You haven’t. That other voice, that’s me. Louder. Meaner.

More resolute.

The butt plug in my bedside drawer is new. The rest are in a safe in my closet, ready for my future bride.

After I grab it, I settle back between her thighs. The plug gleams under the soft light.

Aurora’s ass is still slick, still so small. Even relaxed, the plug takes a few twists and turns, and my spit until it slips inside her.

She stretches beautifully around the plug.

For a moment, I’m consumed by the sight of her.

I’m the only man to have seen her like this. The only man who ever will.

Possessiveness slams into me, heavy and unwelcome. It has no place here.

Pain, torture, and revenge do.

I’ll do well to remember that.