Chapter 12 Aurora
AURORA
“Are you sorry yet?”
“Sorry? What for?” The screech coming out of me is that of a wounded animal. “Why are you punishing me? The real reason. You owe me that.”
“I owe you nothing.”
Being spanked has taken everything out of me. Everything other than this sickening desire.
It hasn’t affected Everett in the slightest.
His expression is the same cruel and unbothered one. “You, on the other hand…”
Two fingers are shoved brutally inside my core. The wet sound has me wishing I could crawl into a dark hole and die of shame.
“So tight.” The words are spoken through clenched teeth. The first sign that he’s as affected by this as I am. “Your virginity. Your life. That’s what you owe me.”
“I hate you.”
“And yet your pussy loves me, wife.” He curls his fingers inside me. Brushes that place and—
“No.” I twist my head, shoving my face into the covers. Clench my legs against the desire that shoots up my spine. He won’t see this, ever. “No, no, no.”
“Hmm.” Everett pulls out, finds my clit, and pinches. His hard cock throbs against my ass. “How about now?”
My brain short-circuits as my climax assaults me. My whole body seizes. Muscles straining.
A second later, a tidal wave of sick relief washes over me. I’m gasping. Panting. Then I scream into the bed.
“I could’ve been crueler.” I hear a package rip, hoping for a condom.
Mom packed my birth control pills, but I wouldn’t be surprised if someone as powerful as Everett could still impregnate me.
I shouldn’t want his baby.
I want to be free.
“Could’ve fucked you without preparation.” The flat tone of his voice has me clenching my thighs tighter.
I shouldn’t look back. Shouldn’t see him stripping.
A twisted part of me is painfully curious. Each breath I take is laden as I slowly turn to look at him.
And…his clothes haven’t come off.
“Unlike you and your family…”
Before, he wasn’t tearing a condom pack.
The tearing sound was from a packet of antiseptic swabs. He’s cleaning the new butt plug.
“I’m not heartless.” I hate that it feels like he’s taking care of me. “I prepped your virgin cunt for my cock. You should be thanking me.”
He’s right. About everything.
Instead of being thrown into a basement, I’m here. In his room. I’ve been sleeping in a comfortable bed.
He even made me come. Made me consider giving myself to him, despite everything.
Molly and Winston have never offered me a sliver of kindness. A hint of emotion other than contempt and hatred.
Being free would be better than my current situation.
But I can’t deny that Everett’s ministrations are the closest thing to affection I’ve ever felt.
I blink back tears. Because how fucking sad is that.
“No thank you?” Everett spits on my ass, then rubs it into my hole, wringing a yelp out of me. “It’s all right. You’ll learn. I’ll grind gratitude into your bones.”
The butt plug slips inside me, as if Everett’s being careful not to tear anything. Doesn’t change the fact that I have a plug in my ass.
“Go to hell,” I cry out, seething. Horrified by the heat spreading through me. “God, I hate you.”
“What gives you the impression I care?”
Bastard.
His hand knots in my hair, dragging me close—gorgeous, evil, filling my vision as he wipes his fingers clean.
I wait until he’s close enough, then sink my teeth into his lip—hard, until the copper tang of his blood coats my tongue. His growl rumbles into my mouth, vibrating through me like static.
“Bad girl.” He slams my face to the bed, then pulls back. “Bad fucking girl, Aurora.”
At his feral glare, fear and arousal almost paralyze me.
Almost.
“Oh, hubby, are you crying because I wounded you?” I lick my blood-coated lips, watching his nostrils flare. “What gives you the impression I care?”
He grabs the remote off the bed, doesn’t give me a second to prepare before he clocks the button.
A small smirk plays on his lips as I swallow down a scream.
“I’ll give you something to care about.” Standing between my spread legs, Everett removes his belt. Undoes his pants.
“Stop.”
His intimidating cock is hard in his hand. The tip glistens.
He’s a beautiful man. With a beautiful dick.
What he’s about to do to me won’t be beautiful at all.
Nevertheless, I’ll want it. My body craves this already. Needs to break for him.
Knowing that I shouldn’t is what’s tearing me apart.
“I’d tell you to relax.” The stretch, just from the tip of his cock lined up and pressing into my pussy, is unbearable. “That it’d hurt less that way.”
I fight against my restraints. Squeeze my thighs. Nothing gets him to back off. Nothing hinders my desire for him.
“But yeah. You’re a brat. You won’t listen anyway, will you?”
“I’ll kill you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
One shove. Swift and lethal.
My mouth drops open as something rips from within me.
I’m being pushed beyond my limits, with him so deep. He’s so big.
I feel myself soaking him. My nipples are so fucking sensitive I could die.
He’s pressed up against me, his fingers buried in my hips.
“Everett.” I think I’m going to faint. I’m definitely going to cry from being even remotely aroused by this. “Get out.”
Everett isn’t getting out. He isn’t fucking me either.
He stands still.
With my head turned, cheek pressed to the bed, I glance back and catch his face looming over me. His eyes lock on mine, watching my face intently while his cock pulses inside me.
It’s the first time I’ve ever been with a man, but I’m not na?ve. I know what desire is, because it’s pounding through me just as much.
The energy in him is volatile, crackling against my own ache, my helplessness.
I don’t want to crave this man who stole my virginity. I want him gone.
“I—” I start. Stop. I wish I knew what to say, or better yet, how to silence this filthy need clawing at me. “This is—”
“This is me fucking you. And you’re going to come for me.” His bloodied lips give him a primal, monstrous smirk.
I shouldn’t be hot for it.
I really shouldn’t.
A sob catches in my throat. At the lie I’m about to say. “I don’t want to come for you.”
“You will.” He gets off on torturing me, his voice low and satisfied.
My misery is a thrilling challenge for Everett.
“Never.” I won’t admit I’m hot for it too. I can’t be.
Can’t like it, how he thickens inside me. Being pinned down. The degradation. The unbearable sting.
I hate him.
“This pussy.” He draws back, every thick inch of him marking me from the inside. “Is mine.”
Slam. He’s back in me, up to the hilt.
“Never yours.”
“Keep fighting me.” He pulls out. An ounce of relief is all I’m allowed before he chases it with dark pleasure.
“Oh God.” I’m begging him to stop. Begging my body not to come from this.
“Please.” It’s a word. A breath. His thrusts steal those from me too. “Please.”
“Call me God again.” The vein in his neck bulges.
I’m being claimed like I’m actually his possession, over and over and over.
“Call me God…” My climax winds tighter in my stomach with every stroke of his cock. “And I just might have some mercy on you.”
“Fuck”—gasp—“your”—moan—“mercy.”
Everett’s response is his relentless thrusts beating my pussy from the inside. His hand comes around me, between my thighs.
“No, no, please.” His fingers find my wetness, parting my lips. Rubbing my clit. He’s making being forced feel so good. “Stop it. Stop it. I said I don’t want to come for you.”
Sharp teeth bite into my shoulder. His hot breath, his skilled tongue. They’re teasing me.
He bites and licks and sucks until I’m bucking against him. Until I can’t stand it.
This orgasm…it’s so intense. I’m about to lose my mind.
The butt plug is in my ass to ensure that I won’t be able to escape any of this. This pain. This fullness.
“Come.” He’s rubbing me faster. In circles. Tapping on my sensitive clit as he pounds me from behind.
“No.” This spot, he’s hitting over and over again. I can’t take it. “I won’t come for you. You do nothing for me. Nothing.”
“Stop being such a fucking brat for one second and”—thrust—“come all over”—his hips slam against my thighs—“my”—he groans, melting my insides—“cock. Fucking milk me.”
In his weakest moment, when he’s hanging over the edge, I hear a crack in his voice. A need.
My husband means to hurt me with his demeaning words. He’s trying to be cruel. He can’t.
And that’s the worst part of it all. I can’t unhear it now, the human side of him. It’s there, in how he’s railing me slower now. His fingers and each stroke of his dick inside me. Each time he demands entrance, my will to fight him withers.
I’m useless. Powerless.
And yet I’m special to him. I feel it, even if he’ll never say the words.
“Fuck,” I curse. I come so violently that Everett groans into my skin.
“That’s it.” His pounding is unlike before. Erratic. Harsh. Making me one with the bed. “Taking your punishment like such a good girl. Such a little slut. Begging for my cum.”
“I’m not—”
Then he lifts me, just a little, by my hair, angling my head until his face hovers above mine. When Everett kisses me, it’s possessive. Claiming.
This time, it’s his turn to bite my lip, making me bleed.
Sick arousal has my cheeks heating up so my nipples pull tight.
I moan and cry out as he sucks my blood into his mouth. I stare at him, wide-eyed, when he tips my face up and spits his blood and mine into my mouth.
Before I can spit it back at him, he pushes my face back to bed and clamps my mouth shut.
“Swallow.”
Too floaty to argue, I gulp down his spit. My blood.
It’s like he’s making me take more than his cock. He’s showing me how possessive he is of me. How I’ll never get away.
Shame stings me everywhere when I admit that I want him too.
“That’s it.” He’s an animal, ramming into me. “Going to fill you up, wife. Going to get you pregnant. I hope you’re ready.”
“No.” Fresh tears roll down my cheeks when he spills himself inside me. Pregnant? I don’t want to get pregnant. I definitely don’t want to come again. “No.”
But I do. I can’t stop wanting this.
“Yes.” As if he handles sobbing women on a daily basis, Everett pulls out of me in a way that isn’t painful.
He’s just as gentle when he releases me from my binds.
“Come here.” He flips me over, carrying me to the edge of the bed.
Settling me there, on my side.
My eyes widen. First, from this strange gentleness. Then, from the sight of his blood-soaked cock.
My virginity is on him.
His face is nothing but sharp edges. Possessiveness rolls off him in waves as he strokes his still-hard dick. As he coats his hand with my hymen.
“Go away.” My body betrays me. Despite my words, every muscle, every cell, strains toward Everett, aching for more. “Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Don’t think so.” My eyes squeeze shut, but I sense him there. His fingers gather his cum from my thighs, pushing it back inside me. “You need this.”
“Your babies? Your cock in my mouth? No.” Though I close my lips, he pushes the head of his cock past them. “Mm-mm. Mm-mm.”
“You’ll have my babies. And they’ll be just that—mine.”
The meaning behind it horrifies me, and if I weren’t already drowning in everything else, I probably would’ve cried.
“And putting my cock in your mouth…” he pulls his lips in. “You need it to calm down. And because you made this mess. Now you’re going to clean it up and don’t you dare bite me.”
There’s a softness slipping into his tone again, and I don’t know what to make of it.
What if it’s a trick, a way to exploit my weakness?
Does he regret any of this? I can’t tell.
“Open wider.” He grabs my jaw with a hand that’s dirty from our arousal. “Wider, I said.”
Exhaustion curls around me, pulling me under in what feels like a swift tug.
I’m tired of fighting. Tired of trying to understand him.
For tonight, I’m tired, period. I release the hold I’ve had on my lips. Let him shove himself into my mouth.
It’s dirty and wrong.
It isn’t disgusting, sucking on him like this. Tasting my blood and our cum.
Strangely, it’s comforting. My body relaxes, my tears slowing.
“I wish I could hate you,” he murmurs.
At least I imagine he did, in my drowsy, helpless state. And I imagine other things too, with my eyes fluttering shut.
His fingers running through my hair. Over my bite mark. My bare arms. Gentle. Kind. Soft. Him, standing firm in place and just letting me have him.
He isn’t demanding that I lick and clean him up again. That part I’m definitely not imagining.
Strange. Impossible too.
He can’t be doing something sweet for me.
I’ll worry about it tomorrow. Tonight, I let the weight of his cock on my tongue lull me to sleep.
Right before I doze off, he pulls out. I hear his zipper, his footsteps, and then he’s back with a warm washcloth. Everett wipes my thighs and pussy. Feels so nice.
The pressure of the butt plug is no more.
Now I’m sure I’m dreaming this, this momentary truce.
I’m taking it, anyway.
I’ll take a dream. A lie. Anything over this life.
Over my unwanted existence and the monsters roaming around me.
Sleep. I want that.
Blissful. Unconscious. Painless.
Sleep.