Chapter 13 Everett
EVERETT
Ilock my fingers around her arm, squeezing the soft flesh.
This is how I wake Aurora on her first morning as my wife. Standing at her bedside, being harsh, cold, cruel.
As I should be. As I should’ve been last night.
We’re both better off this way.
This is how neither of us forgets our place, the roles we play in this game.
I’m her tormentor. She’s here to take her punishment for simply existing.
That’s all there is to this marriage.
Our wedding night was a mistake. A glitch. For a short while after I came inside her, I wasn’t myself.
Couldn’t be.
Aurora’s last tears spoke to a part of me I’d considered dead long ago. My heart gave the strangest squeeze.
Then I comforted her by letting her fall asleep with my cock in her mouth.
It wasn’t a conscious thought, I just assumed that her full might steady her, might anchor her long enough for the panic to drain away.
Eventually, it worked. Her eyes drifted shut. Her crying simmered into shallow breaths.
Without my permission, my fingers stroked through her soft locks.
It was a mistake on my part.
Because during the thirty minutes I spent as her human pacifier, staring at the mascara smeared down her cheeks, I had time to consider her.
Us.
If she were a stranger and not some princess who spent most of her life hiding in her home, maybe I could’ve met her in a restaurant.
She’d be sitting at another table, laughing. Blushing when she caught me staring at her. I wouldn’t be able to look away, my gaze dark, full of intent, until I’d break and walk over to her and demand her number.
These thoughts are pointless. We didn’t meet in some random place. And I couldn’t be in love with her.
You’re weak, I said to myself, and proceeded to remove her collar then get in the shower with her. We both had our rings on the entire time.
Weak, I screamed inwardly as I dressed her in new clothes I’d ordered just for her.
Finally, I listened to that voice and acted.
Lounge clothes? Comfort? No fucking more.
Instead, I fastened the collar back around Aurora’s neck and chose something revealing for her to wear. A black lace nightgown, sheer and short, barely covering her ass.
The garment wasn’t cheap. It wasn’t humiliating on its own.
It was a lesson. A reminder that Aurora couldn’t hide from me.
But the nightgown wasn’t enough.
She still looked vulnerable.
Soft.
I wanted to hug her.
So I tied her to the headboard.
Being a bastard made it easier to push the warmth aside, along with the word mine.
I went to bed beside her soon after. There was no comfort in it. There was nothing at all, really. I was as empty as ever.
Hatred rose on its own, same as always, when her dad called earlier this morning. I sent him straight to voicemail. Showered. Dressed.
I feel better now, simmering in anger, my most loyal companion. “Aurora.”
“Mmm.” She’s out of it, turning her face away from me.
“Wake. Up.” I cup her jaw, shaking her head.
Blue eyes flutter open. Confusion clouds them first.
Then recognition.
“No. No.” Aurora flinches. Kicks her heels until she rips herself from me and is seated in bed, her back up against the headboard. Arms straining. “Stay the fuck away.”
She growls, as if she woke up ready to fight.
Her hair is as wild as the glare she’s shooting at me. Her lips are curved in a snarl.
Her pink nipples and pussy are visible through the skimpy lace material.
I ache to bury my cock in her again. Over and over.
I’m also looking forward to her realizing how bare she is. That she’s bound to the headboard.
That her collar is still on her.
Eager to speed up the process, I adjust my hard dick in my jeans.
Her throat bobs at the movement.
Understanding dawns on her, and with it, a hint of terror slips into her expression.
Embarrassment too. Aurora turns her head away from me, sinking her teeth into her wounded bottom lip. Snapping her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes.” When she does, I press two fingers to her chin and tip her face down, forcing her to see what I made her wear.
Her thighs clench. Breath hitches.
A deep shade of red runs up her throat. Darkening her cheeks.
My cock jerks at that.
Humiliated and ruined, Aurora’s unable to stop herself. Her attention cuts to my jeans again.
“One night with me.” I let go of her chin, desire rolling over me as I watch her. “And you’re already such a slut for my cock.”
Emotions flash over her face. A whole rainbow on them. Fear. Lust. Loathing.
She’s an expressive one. An interesting one.
She’s a part of the worst family I’ve ever known.
I see the moment she chooses how she’s going to handle the situation.
I see it before the first bratty word leaves her lips.
“That pencil dick?” Her nose twitches with disdain. “Dream on, fucker.”
“Poor little rich girl.” She screams as I lean over to untie her left wrist. “Guess I’m not done teaching you manners.”
Her right wrist is freed too. I check on them regardless. Being inconspicuous as I run my thumb over each, once.
She can never know I care.
“What? Why?” More screams pierce my ears when she’s up in my arms. This half-naked woman’s limbs flail as I carry her to the bathroom. “What manners? Where are you taking me? Put me down!”
We’re in the bathroom when I do just that.
Dump her unceremoniously onto the floor.
Her feet barely touch the tile. My hand finds her throat before she breathes.
I groan at the feel of her collar. The leather against the side of my palm.
The absolute control I have over her.
“What do you mean?” she prods, her whisper choked.
This woman is intoxicating. Her fear. Her tremors. Her failed attempts at fighting me.
Every part of her speaks right to my cock.
“Let’s see.” I flip her to face the mirror, yanking her back against me, my hips grinding into her ass. “Between your screaming fits and constant shoplifting, I doubt you’ve ever had a real taste of the civilized world. Lucky for you, I’ll show you what it means to function like a human being.”
That’s a lie. I couldn’t care less how she carries herself around other people. I just get off on punishing her.
Her lips pinch. Nostrils flare. The creases lining her smooth forehead are incredibly satisfying.
“You might remember this part of the house. It’s called a bathroom.” With one hand, I undo the button on my jeans, lower the zipper, and take my cock out. With the other, I grip Aurora’s throat.
“Bastard.”
“These”—I force her to look at the vanity—“are toothbrushes. In this tube, you’ll find what we call toothpaste. Your hairbrush is on the other side.” I tilt her head there. “I used it on your hair yesterday. Twice.”
“You’re not humiliating me. You can’t.” Wiggling, fighting me, it gets her nowhere. “Leave me alone. I can brush my teeth by myself.”
“Whatever they taught you, you’re going to unlearn.” Her clenched ass is no obstacle to me. I pull her hips back, the flimsy fabric of her nightgown bunched beneath my thumb. My knee settles between her thighs. “You’re my wife now. Even brushing your teeth will be done on my terms. Brat.”
My teeth find her shoulder. They open over the purple mark I left on her.
Our eyes lock in the mirror.
Hers are terrified.
Mine are territorial.
This possessiveness that’s ever-present when I’m near Aurora is becoming a problem.
“Please.” Too late. Her body works against her. Melting into me. I put the toothbrush in her hand. Rock my hips into her, sliding myself between her wet inner thighs. “Please, Everett.”
“Are you going to talk back next time?” With the toothbrush in her hand, I adjust my cock. Line myself up to her pussy. Push in an inch.
She’s swollen from last night. From coming all over my cock while I pounded mercilessly into her.
Soaked.
It’s hard not to curse at her tightness. A challenge not to stuff her full of me with one push.
She’s bracing for pain, but she’s not scared of it anymore. The dirty little princess gets off on this—on me. The harsher I am, the filthier I talk, the more it turns her on.
Which means I’ll have to go harder.
Both of us need it, the reminder of why we’re here.
“Stop it.” She steps on my bare feet. Laughable, this technique she’s adopted. Thinking that she could do any real damage to a man twice her size. Fucking admirable too. “You aren’t this person. Can’t be. This is insane.”
“I’m your husband. I own you.” One shove, and I’m inside her cunt, tearing a groan out of both of us. “I can be whatever I want to be.”
My muscles flex, and my lungs are hot with the need for her. I might be bigger, might be the one caging her in, but it’s Aurora who possesses me.
Her pussy is gripping me. Her scent and that of her shampoo make me heady. Jesus fuck.
I’ll never admit it to her, ever, how there’s no other place I’d rather be.
My fuckable wife isn’t the only one who’s desperate for this. Being inside Aurora doesn’t feel like punishing her at all.
I ache for this.
More than ache.
Our eyes clash in the mirror.
She and I are reeling. Drowning in desire.
“Do you hear me?” Precum drips from my cock, mixing with her arousal.
I change an angle, going deeper without fucking her. Not yet.
Don’t want to miss out on this. The terror on her face, I’m addicted to it. “I won’t change. Better get that out of your head.”
“I won’t.” Her squirming is a mistake on her part.
“Yes, you will.” My cock pulses inside of her, and she gasps. “This is me, better accept it. I’d tell you to stop fighting me but…fuck. Every time you do it, it gets me really hard.”
“Just don’t make me come.” She’s white-knuckled. Gripping the vanity and her toothbrush like it’s her last anchor to her sanity. “Please.”
“You’re wasting your breath.”
And I feed on her fear.
My left hand covers hers, and I guide her to the toothpaste.
“I said I’d brush my teeth. Alone.” Her thighs clench, and the pressure on my cock sets my body on fire. “I promise. I’ll be good.”