Endgame

Chapter 22 Everett #2

Later. Now, I have to have her. Fuck, I need my greedy wife just as much as she seems to need me.

“I’ll be happy when those lips are wrapped around my cock.

” I release her chin, ripping both her hands off my knees.

My dick jumps when I grab one of them, pressing it to my length.

Her fingers tremble. “When this filthy mouth sucks me off, that’s when I’ll be happy.

So stop wasting my time. Take me out and do it. ”

She nods mostly to herself, then starts unbuckling my belt. I lean back. Otherwise, I’ll maul her. I’m already hanging by a thread.

“I have another question. My biological parents, who are they?” Her fingers are on my fly, lowering it. Big blue eyes look up at me. Hopeful, still. And dark. They get darker as she palms me over my briefs. “Tell me.”

I grab one of her hands, sliding her fingers up to my waistband. Getting off on how she holds her breath.

Her lips are inviting but it’s the redness on her cheeks that’s my undoing.

Against all logic, I cup her cheeks, lean in, and crush my lips to hers.

I ravage her mouth, groaning, biting, nipping at her. Sinking my teeth deeper, drawing blood out of her.

She screams at me or for me, don’t fucking care. She aches, and yet she’s being so good.

Being obedient, she takes me out. My cock is in her palm, her fist so small around me.

Then her thumb rubs my precum over my slit, and I’m gone for.

“Goddammit.” I yank her off me.

“Tell me.” She strokes me like the virgin she is.

Squeezing. Testing. Slow and fast and wrong.

Doesn’t make any difference. I’m hard as fuck. Pulsing. My hips jerk.

I’m losing my mind for her.

“I have no idea.” That’s the truth. The next part, though, isn’t. “I don’t care who they are. You, too, you’re nothing to me.”

“Liar.” Aurora tightens her grip on my dick, baring her teeth at me. “I’m your wife.”

She’s right about that.

She’s also wrong.

She’s not just my wife. She’s more than that.

After years with only Stafford as a friend, Aurora has slithered her way into my soul.

In more ways than I care to entertain.

“Shut up.” Her hand is in the way, so I pry it off my cock. Holding the base, I shove her mouth on me. “Open up.”

She says, “No,” through sealed lips. While on her knees. Held down.

Humiliated.

Except I’m not the only one who’s turned on. Who’s in a powerful position.

Aurora is too.

“Open.” I release her hair so my hand is free to pinch her nose shut. Cutting off her air supply. “Up.”

Her whimper is adorable. Submission looks so fucking beautiful on her.

At the first touch of her wet mouth to the head of my dick, a feral grunt slips past my lips. She’s hot and wet around me, her lips stretching to accommodate my girth.

“That’s it.” I’m back to winding my fingers in her hair, dragging her up and down my length. “That’s fucking it.”

Her spit drips down my balls. Her gagging sounds reverberate on my cock. Her nails dig into my thighs, the pain making me feel alive.

It makes me hers. “Let me ruin those pretty lips. My pretty wife.”

She hums. Beautiful. Fuckable.

I shove her harder up and down my cock for thinking she could keep manipulating me.

“Do you think Molly and Winston will want to see you like this?” I’m bluffing, though she has no idea. She won’t until I tell her I lied. “What a whore I made of their daughter?”

God, her scream on my cock. The vibrations. The pain. Mine. All of her is mine.

“Enough.” When I pull her off me, her lips are swollen. They glisten with spit. Eyes shining in pain. “Hold still so I can take a picture of you.”

No one will ever have their hands on this picture I’m talking about.

But these emotions on her face.

I fucking love it.

Her eyes are wide with panic. “Don’t. Please.”

“Don’t?” This time, when I tug on her hair, she cries out. “You’re protecting them?”

“I don’t want anything to do with them.” Terror drips from her voice. Hatred too. “Please. Don’t.”

She’s always been honest, but this, her anguish, it’s raw.

The picture I was looking at all wrong starts to shift—no, clarify.

They did worse than keep secrets from her.

They alienated their only child.

For years, I believed she was a spoiled rich girl.

Living easy. Smiling behind closed doors, in the safety of her home, while I buried my family in the ground.

And all this time, all this goddamn time, she wasn’t happy.

She was miserable.

Fuck me.

No doubt about it now. Aurora isn’t one of them. She doesn’t protect them.

Worse still, she’s a victim.

My brow furrows. Voice lowering to a rugged whisper. “What did they do to you?”

“You said you didn’t care,” she snarls.

“You’re right.” It’s a lie. It’s an I’ll figure it out later. For now, I need inside you. “I don’t. I never did.”

“Liar. You care. You care. You—” My phone is out of my pocket, getting me a delicious scream. “Stop! Stop, Everett!”

“Give me one good reason.” I snap a picture of her.

The storm in her eyes. The scowl on her tortured face.

She’s beautifully broken. My wife.

“I won’t ask any more questions today. I’ll be good.” She spits out the last word, eyeing the phone I placed on the armrest beside me. “But don’t send it to them. I don’t want them anywhere near me.”

“And?”

Aurora doesn’t resist me as I bend to grab her by the hips. She goes up in the air, letting me spin her so her back presses against me.

Fucking her like this will be a tight fit, with her thighs pressed together. It’s going to hurt.

She’s going to feel every inch of me.

Her head bows down, her fingers trembling on my knees.

She’s staying in place.

For me.

I’ve been terrible to her, and she chooses to stay. To hold on to me.

“And I don’t have anything to bargain with so you won’t send it to them.” Her voice breaks, pain clawing through every word. “I’ve never had anything. I’ve got nothing now. I give up.”

Her loneliness. The scars etched on her soul. I’m such an asshole.

Later, heads will roll, and that’s a guarantee.

This instant, Aurora aches to be fucked even more than I want to have her. To be taken care of. I’m going to give it to her.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I bend her over until her hands touch the floor, holding her by her hips. I flip her dress up, groaning at how beautiful she is with her butt plug in her ass. “You have your cunt.”

“You’ve already taken it.”

“Stop interrupting me and get on my cock, princess.” Crack, I spank her. “Fucking ride me. Come on me. If you fail to do either, your parents will get your picture.” When hell freezes over. “They’ll see your swollen lips. They’ll know your pretty mouth was fucked by your husband.”

I shift her, lifting just enough to angle her body the way I want, so when I take her later, sliding in will be effortless.

She looks over her shoulder at me, then twists farther to get a look at my wet, pulsing cock.

The flush on her cheeks is from both arousal and fear. “I’ll do it. Because I want to.”

Her body moves slowly toward me. Every part of her hesitates. Needs.

She tilts her hips up, exposing her pink, soaked pussy.

I’m seconds from railing her, hard. And when I do, I’m going to fill her up with our babies.

My patience has been hanging by a thread ever since I stepped foot into the house. There’s nothing left of it when I imagine her belly bearing our child. Milk swelling her tits.

Watching her carry something both of us created inside her beautiful body.

I’ll let her hold our babies instead of using them against her.

I’ll keep both of them. All of them.

My brain is fucked. Fried.

I’m done waiting. I shove her on my cock, being a savage about it.

“Oh, fuck.” I have a hand cupping her cunt, the other in her hair, tugging on her soft locks.

Baring the side of her neck to me. The skin that the collar doesn’t hide is so precious.

I pull her closer, bite her. Suck on her.

Mark her. “So fucking soaked. Look at you, princess turned into slut. My slut.”

She moans, moving clumsily as she grinds onto my cock. She’s never done this before, and with how tightly I’m holding her, she’s limited as is.

The beautiful thing, what makes my balls tight and sets my lungs on fire, is that she’s trying to please me.

Disappointing me scares her.

That fear is stronger than her doubts. Than her lack of experience. Her embarrassment.

And since she’s trying so hard, I want to praise her. To encourage her in that filthy way she loves. “Sucking my cock turned you on, didn’t it?”

When she nods, I slide my hand up her navel, then shove two fingers into her mouth. She licks her arousal off them, panting hard.

I’m throbbing, groaning. Feral.

“Being degraded has your pussy weeping for me.” I move my hand down, pressing my spit-soaked fingers between her pussy lips, circling her clit. Pinching. Pulling on it to coax a scream out of her. “It feels so good, your pleasure. It shouldn’t. I should hate you.”

“If it helps,” she cuts me off, each word sounding like a moan. “I hate you too. You’re making me fuck you. You’re making me come. I’ll never want that.”

“Such a fucking liar.” My hips jerk beneath her, once. Can’t help this base, animalistic nature to own her. “You waited for me today. You needed me.”

“I needed—fuck. Fuck, fuck.”

Her thighs squeeze when she comes. The violent orgasm has her shaking from head to toe.

She rocks her hips, begging for the very thing she denies herself. The thing I want more than anything. “No. No.”

“That’s a good girl.” I lick her tears, tilting her face to capture the deep ache in her voice. “That’s my good girl.”

Her tongue finds mine, and there’s truth in it. In that kiss. We can both hate what’s happening between us, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there.

The last aftershock of Aurora’s orgasm has come and gone. She sits on me, ass pressed to my body, tears leaking down her cheeks.

“Enough.” Her hands soothe over my thighs. A plea to stop fucking her. To stop making her come. Whatever it is, it isn’t as loud as before. “Enough. Let me go.”

“What’s that?” My lips brush against her ear, my fingers stroking her clit at a relentless pace.

She squirms against me, her tears slowing to a stop.

“You’re asking me to text your daddy your picture?” I lie to her because she’s hot for being humiliated. “For him to see his used-up princess?”

I spread her legs, just a little.

“Please.” She fakes being offended. But I see through her. I feel her. Her pussy clenches on me, her arousal leaking. She’s begging. “Anything but that. Please.”

“Then ride me.” In one swift motion, I put pressure on her back, bending her forward. “Need to fuck babies into you, wife.”

This change in me, these feelings, they’re erupting. It’s like the truth has been hiding inside me and now it’s tearing out of me, violently so.

“I’m on the pill.” Being in this position, Aurora can hardly obey me. But she tries, doing her best to take my fat cock. “Molly sent me my birth control pills.”

“Yes, she did.” I grip her hips, helping her grind on my cock while suppressing a smirk.

One day, I’ll tell her those pills were mints.

That I was trying to get her pregnant for all the wrong reasons.

That now I’m doing it for all the right ones.

I’m still the wrong man to be a father. Still the worst person to be the father of her children. To be her husband.

Fuck if I care.

“Anything could happen.” I use her. I spank her. I make her sweet body mine. I’m high on this, on letting myself have her. Really have her. “You’ll cry and hate me. You’ll carry our child anyway. Fuck, the thought alone. I’m about to fill you up. Shoot my cum up into you.”

“No,” she whispers, dread in her voice. Fake fear. “We can’t. Not us.”

“You say no, but look at you. Milking my cock.”

Digging one hand into her hip, I impale Aurora on my cock until she gasps. With the other, I work her plug in rhythm with my thrusts.

“That tight pussy. Begging for my seed.” I push the plug in as far as it will go. Tilting her body to rut into her at a new, painful angle. “Gonna put it where it belongs, princess. Got so much cum for you.”

Aurora’s second orgasm can probably be heard throughout the house. She cries out, moaning my name. The pulsing of her cunt sends me over the edge. I let out a groan as I spurt hot cum into her, draining myself until there’s nothing left.

“This.” I pull her up by her waist, lifting her off me and letting her rest on my chest. This way, I’m able to push my cum back into her with my fingers. “You, you belong to me. No other man. Not your parents. Fucking no one, Aurora.”

Her small hand grasps my wrist. Sad eyes lock on mine. “No babies, Everett. I won’t survive it if you take them away from me.”

She knows me too well already, has figured out that I once thought about doing this to her. That I was hellbent on wounding her in the most triggering and painful way, designed specifically to hurt Aurora.

“That’ll never happen,” I say and mean it. A tear leaks out of her eye, sliding down her flushed cheek, and I swipe it away. “Don’t even think about it anymore. I won’t rip our babies from you. We’ll raise them together.”

“You promise?”

“I…”

Guilt, stronger than ever before, crushes over me as I stare into her blue, watery eyes, as I comb my hand through her hair.

Everything hurts.

Everything.

I don’t deserve any of this. Not her. Not my family’s love.

I don’t deserve to live. To move on.

I have to get out of here.

“Everett?” Aurora’s cautious as she traces her fingertips along my jawline.

“Yes, I promise. Listen, I have some work to go over.” Slowly, carefully, I deposit her on the chair. Smooth her nightgown over and fix my clothes. I look down at her open, wanting expression, and I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be in my office. Go to bed.”

“Stay.” She pulls on my sleeve. Ignoring her, I bend over to get my phone. “We need to talk.”

“We’ll talk when I say so.” Self-loathing tastes sour on my tongue. I head out of the room, anyway. “Go to bed. Defy me, and I’ll tie you up.”

“You’re a bastard.” Her sad whisper chases me into the hallway.

“I can’t be anything else,” I murmur to myself. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”