Chapter 13 Everett #2
“You’re being good already. So fucking tight around me. Squeezing me.” I open the cap on the toothpaste, squirting blue paste on her toothbrush. “Milking me.”
Some of the paste gets on the sink.
As if I give a damn.
Her. That’s all I see. I’m hard, and for the first time in a long time, it isn’t revenge consuming me.
It’s Aurora.
The infuriating notion makes me snap. I toss the toothpaste. Force the toothbrush into Aurora’s mouth.
“Then?” Aurora’s chin dimples. Her lips quiver around the toothbrush. “Why—”
“Quiet.” Holding her wrist, I start scrubbing her teeth.
Infuriating little thing mumbles through it. “Why are you punishing me?”
“These questions.” Your family, I want to say, but refrain. “This attitude. The mouth on you. That’s why.”
By degrading her, I turn into something worse than I already am. I transform into the monster Aurora keeps calling me.
“Hate.” Foam covers her perfect, plump lips. The lines between her eyebrows deepen. “You.”
Her miserable stare. Her ass tilted up, an offering.
There’s only so much I can take. Only so much need I can suppress.
Three.
The outline of her nipples.
Two.
Her pussy squeezing and soaking me despite the humiliation.
The feel of her. My God, the feel of her.
One.
I lose it.
I move my hand to her hip, never letting go of the toothbrush, and rail Aurora. Hard.
Every thrust is a retribution. For turning me into this man. For taking up space between my ribs.
All this want. All this need. I rut faster, harder into her. I give her every ounce of my resentment by dragging my cock along her tight walls, then slamming back into her tightness.
Claiming her is no longer a notion. A concept. A revenge.
It’s the blood running through my veins.
My wife belongs to me. And I’m taking what’s mine.
“Stop being a brat.” My words are more like grunts. My teeth graze the shell of her ear. “Brush your teeth like you told me you could, or your punishment will be devastating.”
Her whimper is exquisite. She’s trying hard, shaking as she runs the brush over her teeth and moans.
This woman wrecks me, and I crave more.
“That’s a good little slut,” I praise and degrade her, slowing the pace of my thrusts.
Going impossibly deeper. Stretching her for me.
Her hair flails every time I rock my hips into her. Her tits bounce, tempting me to abuse them. Bite them.
Later. We have our whole lives ahead of us.
Her nightgown is a problem, as it hides her from me. I have to see her. Have to own all of her.
The neckline crumples in my big hand.
One, two, and—there.
Torn, right down the middle.
“Oh God.” The words are garbled while she continues to brush her teeth. “Oh. Oh.”
Fuck her toothbrush.
The damn thing goes flying to the other side of the room. I grab Aurora’s hair, bending her until she’s level with the faucet.
She coughs when I turn the lever. Water begins to run.
“Rinse.” I let go of her hair, tucking it behind her shoulder.
I’m being selfish, refusing to miss out on one single tear.
Aurora doesn’t disappoint me. Fuck, she’s being so good. My enemy. Letting me fuck her.
Letting me look at her.
The villain in her story.
She tries her best to appease me. Lips parted, tongue out, she’s catching the water in her mouth.
Her surrender gets under my skin.
How can something as beautiful, as hot and tempting as her, be a part of something evil like the Clarkes?
Shaking it off, I place her hairbrush in her hand. “There”—thrust—“you”—slam—“go.”
“Stop.” The nails of her free hand claw at my forearm. Her pussy clenches, soaking me down to my balls.
“Stop.” Aurora’s thighs tremble, the sign of an upcoming orgasm. “Please.”
“Your hair.” Both of my hands are back on her hips, my cock slamming into her one relentless thrust after the other. “Brush it. You’re not”—I pull her ass higher, burying myself so deep she screams in pain—“coming down to breakfast looking like that.”
There’s nothing wrong with her hair. Even bedridden, even sticking to her face, it’s beautiful.
Being corrupted suits her.
But lying to her is part of my revenge. Unsettling her further while my cock rams into her cunt is precious. Her skin burns with humiliation.
“I won’t come, Everett.” The things her small gasps and sass do to me are infuriating. My teeth gnash. “Fuck me. Demean me. Hurt me. I won’t come.”
I pummel mercilessly into her, a suitable punishment for existing.
“Look at me,” I snap. “Look at me while I fuck you. While I ruin you.”
My cold eyes and clenched jaw are what get her attention. Her obedience.
Whimpering and moaning, she obeys. She uses the hairbrush, struggling to run it through her hair.
Every flinch, every gasp, I devour it.
“Come.” I slide a hand to her front, spreading her pussy lips. Rubbing.
“I won’t.”
“We’ll see about that.”
When I slow down, it isn’t so she’ll have a reprieve. I push my middle finger inside her, between my cock and her walls.
Her tightness is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. This rough, depraved sex is ungodly.
Too bad I’m not here for my pleasure.
“You were saying?” Once my finger is soaked, I pull it out. I circle her taut clit that throbs under my fingertip. “Hmm, wife? Repeat that for me.”
“No,” she says, though we both know what’s coming.
This orgasm is taking over her. She breaks for me, and the moment she does, my world comes to a halt.
Her reflection entrances me. Her shuddering body. The tears that roll down her cheeks.
Those parted lips and the sound of her moans.
I breathe it in. Go slower even.
I’m savoring her for all the wrong reasons.
My hatred simmers in the shadows of my mind.
The pull to her is the only thing that exists.
“Fuck.” Her brush clatters to the floor, both hands braced on the vanity. “Fuck you.”
A different kind of need surges through me, and I hate myself for it. For giving in to her. To this. To desire that makes me forget about everything else.
“My name.” I tangle my wet hand in her hair, yanking her head back, her throat bared to me. I bite down, kiss, suck, marking her. I need to hear her say it so bad it hurts. “Say it when you come. Say my name. Mine.”
“No.” Her tears soak my cheek.
On the verge of insanity, I lick the salty water from her jawline, glowering at her through our reflection.
“Say. It.”
“Everett,” she breaks again. Her body jerks with my thrusts. With the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Everett.”
“That’s a good girl.” I barely get the praise out when I come, spilling myself inside her, pulling her up so she’s flush against me.
“Good fucking girl.” When I’m done, I twist her face to me, holding her still. Crushing my mouth to hers.
Filthy. Wrong.
Un-fucking-stoppable.
One kiss is all I allow myself to have.
“Your toiletries are in the drawers.” I pull out, leaving her trembling. In complete silence, I unlock her collar, removing it. “Take a shower. You’ll find your outfit for today on the closet island.”
“Everett.” My name is a pained cry as I push my seed into her using two bruising fingers.
I’m doing this, ruining her. Breeding her against her will.
“You’re better than this,” she pleads. “Whatever my dad did to you, you’re better than this. Better than him.”
Her words give me pause.
Of course. She must’ve pieced it together after last night, after our video call. Clever Aurora, thinking she’s cracked me open. But she hasn’t. She won’t. My hate runs deeper, older, darker.
And none of it belongs to her. My secrets, my revenge, they’re mine.
“You don’t know the first thing about me.
” There isn’t an ounce of mercy in me when I wind her hair in my fist. “Do as you’re told, wife.
Shower. Wear one of the new butt plugs for me.
Rylee will be here in twenty minutes to put the collar back.
Then you get fucking dressed and meet me in the dining area for breakfast. And Aurora? ”
“What?” She rolls her lips in, as if wanting to talk back and thinking better of it.
I tuck myself in, staring her down. “You better not make me wait.”