Chapter 11 Aurora #2
There could be a hundred miles between us, and Everett would be just as powerful. As formidable. As determined to hurt me.
To take me.
His gaze cuts to the floor, to where I dropped the butt plug. It’s used. Pathetic. Just like I’ll be after tonight.
My stomach twists, humiliation burning across my skin as he picks it up by the clean end and gives it a quick look.
Then he tosses it aside and straightens to his full height.
“Please.” My thighs press together at how arousing this is.
My pussy aches for his touch. My whole body does.
In another life, I would’ve run into his arms. Hugged him, kissed him.
I would’ve given him my virginity, not been terrified of him taking it.
But in this one, my heart is already shattered.
What’s wrong with him?
What’s wrong with me?
“Who am I to you?” He closes the door softly behind him, and this muted click, it’s the worst. It means he’s in control of himself. That he knows what he’s doing. What he’s going to do. “Answer me, princess.”
“My kidnapper.”
That earns me a raised eyebrow. A dark smile. “Cute. Try again.”
“My monster.” The backs of my knees hit the bed. My breath hitches.
Everett’s focus lands on my parted lips.
“Aurora.” A blink and he’s there. A hand wrapped around my jaw, just above my collar. The other one disarms me of his remote. “Who am I to you?”
Every nerve in my body lights up at his closeness. His hot breath tickles my skin. His shadow is a warm, deceptive blanket sheathing me.
His voice, Jesus, his voice. It’s the finest whiskey. Husky. Woodsy. Thick.
“My husband.” I seethe.
“Good girl.” He spins me, shoving my cheek to the bed. Kicking my legs apart.
Everett places the remote on the bed. My heart beats faster as he bunches the dress up my waist. He catches both my wrists in his firm grip, rubbing me with his thumb.
I see where this is going.
This won’t be just about taking my virginity.
Stroking my pussy with his free hand, he’s forcing my body to want it.
He’s pressing buttons I never realized existed. Rubbing my wetness, turning me into a mess.
This is torture.
“No.” I step on his foot, hard. He doesn’t budge an inch. “Leave me alone. Leave me alone!”
“Who are you to me?” His lips brush against my cheek. His body crowds mine. Fingers stroking faster. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
The somewhat civil man who did my hair earlier today is long gone.
I’m in hell. Married to Lucifer.
The devil who hates me.
“Your wife.” My tears are salty on my tongue as I speak.
“That’s better. Stay.”
Again, he treats me like a pet. Again, my nipples harden, grazing the bed. It isn’t his command that makes me stay, it’s this insufferable lust.
Through my tears, I watch Everett use the long white strip he tore off my dress. He stretches it, his cruel eyes assessing the length.
“It’ll do,” he says to himself. Then he grabs my hands, binding my wrists together.
He’s careful about it. Ties me up without cutting the blood supply.
Shame for getting wetter and needier rushes over me as my tears dry. A part of me believes that Everett’s soft handling will last. That deep down, he’s kind. Sweet.
I should be ashamed. Because he isn’t.
He grabs the remote once he’s done.
Pushes the button.
A tiny jolt of electricity starts in my throat. My mouth clamps shut.
“A reminder—” His hand cracks on my ass, and I whimper.
I try to press my body forward, away, but there’s no place to hide. Nowhere to run.
Do I even want to be anywhere else? I should.
“—Of what happens when you don’t listen to me.”
“Why are you doing this?” I grit out.
“I already told you.”
“You couldn’t appreciate your freedom, little thief.” At some point, my knees must’ve closed. He kicks them apart again, his hands rough and hot. “That’s how we got here. That’s why I own you now.”
“Freedom?” Such a fierce blow, his misconception of me. The fact that no one’s bothered or cared enough to see I’m a prisoner hurts as if it’s the first time I’ve felt it. “What freedom?”
My scream gives Everett pause. The lines on his forehead deepen with a look of confusion.
His hesitation is momentary before he strikes me with his words. “You’re just like them. A liar.” The gaze he pins me with freezes my blood. “Stay. Take it. Or you wouldn’t like the consequences.
Stupidly, I snarl at him. “Your threats are as empty as your soul.”
“Are they really?” My thong is torn from my body. Cool air brushes my wet, heated parts.
His eyes are dark. I try to give him a stare that says I hate you.
I don’t really hate him. I wish I could.
Crack. A slap to my pussy this time.
“I hate you!”
Crack. Crack. Crack.
“You bastard.”
Despite the nauseating pain, pleasure slices through me.
He’s touching me in places no one ever has. He’s owning me, his wedding band cold against my pussy as he keeps smacking it.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
That’s my ass he’s spanking now. He’s going at it over and over again.
I have to bite my cheek to keep from screaming.
Have to hold it together so I don’t come.
Breathe, Aurora. Breathe.
I try.