Endgame

Chapter 27 Aurora #2

It’s taken me too long. Too fucking long to see that these orgasms are the punishment he’s been talking about.

He’s torturing me by rubbing my swollen parts. Circling my clit, where I’m the most sensitive. Where his touch both hurts and lifts me higher.

I’m overstimulated. Weak. I need him inside me. I need him to stop forcing these orgasms on me. “Please.”

This vicious, awful man shakes his head.

“I can’t talk like this. Can’t answer.” As my pussy clenches around him again, I curl my fingers into his lapels.

My traitorous hips roll into him even though I crave a break. A break or his cock.

This is too much. “Maybe if you gave me a chance to breathe—”

“I’ll tell you why.” He loosens his grip on my throat. Fresh air crashes in. Arousal too.

Everett narrows his eyes as my body clamps down on him.

This next orgasm has my head spinning. I cry out in pain. I reach up to Everett’s harsh, gorgeous face.

I look at him through my teary eyes.

Really look at him.

And what I see are the cracks he can no longer hide from me. They’re just as beautiful as the perfect, guarded version of my Everett.

We stare at each other when he’s giving me the punishment I need, not want. That doing this—tending to me—is the only reason he isn’t splitting my pussy in half right now.

“Wife. Stay with me.” I’m being laid out on the bed.

His large body settles between my spread legs as his dark, comforting shadow casts over me.

His fingers are as insistent as ever in my pussy.

“Here’s why you’re being punished. Here’s the truth of it, why I’m forcing pain on you.

You”—a low moan escapes him—“you scared the living shit out of me today. I thought I lost you.”

His voice betrays his fear. His worry for me bleeds from him, reaching inside my chest. Twisting my heart. Making it his own.

Finally. Finally. The walls he’s built around himself come crashing down.

If I hadn’t been crying already, I would’ve started now.

I’ve never come alive for anyone. Never let myself truly unravel. I’m bare, raw, and open, and it’s all for him.

I come apart for him, climaxing on his hand, calling out his name. Begging him to please, please, please, fuck me.

“Don’t you ever do that to me.”

This is the first time anyone’s ever said that to me.

I weep from the intensity of the fourth orgasm. I sob at his devotion. At the words I never thought I’d hear from him.

“You need something, you come to me.” It’s more than an order, it’s a promise. A vow that he’ll never let me down again. “No matter what. Me. Don’t run away. Don’t leave me.”

I’m too choked up to bring it up again, how emotionally unavailable he’s been. How I’ve been waiting for him.

What for? Everett knows. He carries the guilt for it.

This is his sick and twisted penance.

“Even when I’m cold and fucked up. When I’m busy. When I work.”

My shirt is shoved up, exposing me. His lips latch onto my nipple, sucking the hardened peak. Biting it while he’s ramming his fingers into my pussy.

“Even then. I’m your husband.” He raises his head, eyes thunderous. “Your everything. No one else gets to take care of you. Are we clear?”

I’d say yes, except my orgasm steals my voice. My ability to speak.

A nod is the one thing I’m capable of.

Everett smirks, rubbing my clit over and over.

“S-s-stop,” I manage to murmur. “Stop touching me. It hurts.”

He won’t. Of course he won’t.

While he finger-fucks me, my hands cling to his scruff, then to his cheeks. Everett lets go of my throat and pulls something out of his pocket.

Slams it onto the bed next to me.

I’m too lost in his gaze to care about anything.

“Before you take more of your punishment.” He pauses mid-sentence, slanting his lips on mine, kissing me like the brutal man he is.

What little air and sanity I’ve had left, Everett robs it from me. It’s his.

I don’t want to come again. I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.

“Before that.”

I squirm beneath his ruthless ministrations. There’s nowhere for me to run except toward him.

“You’ll accept my apology.”

“What?” My millionth orgasm is tearing me apart from the inside. “What apology?”

“This apology.”

He pries my hand open and presses a plastic item into my palm.

The remote.

His remote.

My foggy brain slowly connects the dots.

This apology, this is his real gift to me.

“Everett?” I’m able to say now that he’s on his knees, that his fingers aren’t inside me.

Wordlessly, he sheds his jacket. He tosses it to the floor. His hands are deft as he unbuckles his belt. Lowers his fly.

I marvel at the power rippling from him. His broad shoulders. The intimidating outline of his erection.

His attention is centered solely on me. As if I’m the only person in his world.

It’s a heady feeling. I’m floating so high, I might never come back down. I might never stop clenching around air, even though I can’t take another orgasm.

The tip of his cock leaks, precum wetting it as Everett strokes himself. My tongue darts out, hungry for a taste.

“Words aren’t going to cut it.” Lust turns to shock when he reaches for my collar. He’s picked it off the bed and is pressing it against his throat. “Zap me.”

He meant it when he handed me the remote. He wants me to use it…on him.

“No.” I flex my hand, removing my fingers from the remote.

“No?”

“My collar. My punishments.” I won’t touch a single button.

A growl. “Territorial little thing.”

He’s right, but there’s more to it than just my possessiveness. My family and I deserve what he’s doing to us.

He was hurt. He must’ve been.

I won’t punish him for getting even. Winston is probably the one who’d wronged him. It couldn’t have been me. But someone has to pay for my dad’s crimes.

I’ll do it. It’ll be an honor to give Everett the closure he needs.

After that, we can start over. Better. Stronger.

Together.

“I am,” I snap. “Give it back.”

My hand, he’s closed it around the remote.

“Not tonight, you aren’t.” Under the pressure of his fist, Everett doesn’t leave me much of a choice.

“I don’t accept your apology.” I need to distract him. Need to feel him.

He’s stronger, overpowering me. Only thing I can do is arch my back, pressing my body to his.

The slightest brush of his cock against my pussy has me buckling.

“Obey, Aurora,” he says, breath ragged. “Use it against me.”

His hips roll, slow and deliberate. His thick, throbbing length teases me in the cruelest way.

“I won’t.” I can’t tear my eyes away from him. “Not like this.”

“Let me have it.” He guides my thumb to one of the remote buttons, and the rest of him stops moving.

“You’ve had your reasons.”

“That’s no excuse.” Hearing him say that curves his lips down. My soul aches, knowing that I’m right. That he’s been in so much pain. “Press the damn button, Aurora.”

“No, you…” I let out a shuddered breath, my chest aching like my ribs have cracked open. Like being consumed by Everett’s power has stripped me bare. “You saved me. You. Saved. Me. I could never hold that against you.”

“You paint me like I’m some decent man,” Everett growls, forehead grinding against mine, his pulse hammering through his cock. “I tortured you. I’ll do it again. Not because I have to, but because it fucking thrills me. So tell me, do I sound decent to you?”

He tilts his hips, lining himself up to my pussy. He’s so hard that the head slips right in.

The size of him, the stretch, I won’t ever get used to him.

“Someone hurt you first.” My lungs flatten at the invisible pain that’s denser than the air in the room. “Someone wronged you and I—I’m okay with paying the price for it. I’ll take it. Someone has to.”

“Shut up.”

One shove and he’s fully seated inside me. Bottoming out. So deep, I feel him everywhere.

I need more. So much more, as I pull him down by his neck.

Everett groans when my breasts graze his clothed chest. But he doesn’t submit to lust. He doesn’t submit to anyone, closing his fingers around mine, harder than before.

Forcing me to push the button.

“Oh, fuck.” His teeth gnash when I shock him.

Since our bodies are joined, a low current runs through me as well. My pussy clenches around him, my lust stronger than ever.

So is his. Everett rails me, fucking me through the pain.

“Aurora.” The veins of his throat bulge. His hot gaze is the epitome of satisfaction. I can feel every drag of his cock throughout my entire body. “Say you forgive me.”

Talking is impossible. I’m being wrecked by the hottest man I’ve ever known—the most intimidating, the most commanding.

Even with electricity tearing through him, he takes it. Endures it.

He doesn’t have to, and I won’t let him. Enough is enough.

“I forgive you,” I moan, gasping. “I forgive you.”

“Thank you. God, thank you for forgiving me. Good girl.” The collar is gone. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

Driven insane with want, he drags my leg up, bends it hard at the knee, and throws my foot onto his shoulder. I’m spread helpless beneath him, made to take him deeper.

“You’re mine.”

I am. Every brutal thrust reminds me. Every inch of me belongs to him. I let him use me, let him shove his thumb into my mouth, dragging it in and out while he pounds me.

“Take my finger the way you take my cock,” he growls. “Make it wet.”

I’m drowning in him, not knowing where one ends and the other begins. Nevertheless, I obey him. I get spit on his thumb, licking it, sucking it in.

Over and over. I don’t stop. More. I want more of him.

“Greedy girl.” With a filthy pop, his thumb is out of my mouth.

A string of my saliva connects us, turning Everett into an animal. He growls. Fucks me into the bed. Finds my clit and rubs.

The cry I release is just as feral.

He ignores me, forcing another orgasm from my wrung-out body. His fingers dig into my raised thigh, burying into me. Marking me.

Showing his ownership of me.

“I hate you,” I lie again, teasing him, riling him up. I’m already high on the pain, floating and crashing simultaneously, and I want more. “I hate you.”

“Hate me, love me,” he grunts out, thickening inside me. “Makes no difference to me whatsoever.”

“Hate…” I’m swollen, wet, and stretched to my limit. And I don’t stop. “You.”

“You’ll come for me when I tell you to.” Everett rubs me through another torturous climax. “You’ll be mine forever because I said so.”

Apparently, my collar wasn’t thrown to the floor. My monster has it back in his hand. He’s pinning it to my abused clit. Ready to push me past another limit as he reaches for the remote.

By sending currents of electricity to my clit, Everett claims me. Possesses me. Dominates me so completely that I could break down and never recover.

The pain of the past week—no, the torment of twenty-two years—is stripped off me. Burned clean. And for the first time, I can breathe.

One delicious zap at a time.

“Have no doubts, wife.” He delivers this vow with rough strokes. A vicious thrust. “By this time next year, you’ll have my babies. I’m fucking them into you, can you feel that? You’re squeezing me so well. Sucking me in. Begging for my cum.”

“I’m on”—my God, it’s hard to talk between orgasms and this low, insistent current that’s pulsing through me—“on the pill. I told you I am.”

Truth is, I was going to stop taking them this week. I couldn’t. Thinking that he’d change his mind about us terrified me. I couldn’t risk him knocking me up, then ripping my baby from me.

I regret it now. Painfully so.

A wicked smirk stretches over Everett’s lips.

“No”—thrust—“you aren’t.”

Shock and confusion settle into me. Everett takes them away by leaning in and kissing me. He absorbs the low hums of electricity with me, stealing my breath too. Owning all of me.

When he lets go of the remote and the collar, his hands are everywhere. One of them is around my throat. With the other, he’s rolling my nipple between his fingers. Pinching. Twisting until I’m coming again.

Until I’m raw.

Until I’m his.

I’m hazy. Delirious. I’m heady on endorphins and the ruthless pounding from my husband.

“Everett, what did you mean earlier, when you said I wasn’t on the pill?” I force myself to stay awake to ask him that while he sucks on my neck hard enough to bruise. “I’ve been taking them for years. I haven’t stopped.”

“I swapped them.”

My mouth drops open. Everett catches my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it in. Biting me.

“I wanted to hurt you first. Now I just want you. With me. I’m obsessed with the idea of you being swollen with our child. And if you think this is a request, you’re dead wrong. You’re having my goddamn baby, like it or not. Our baby.”

Ours.

Babies I’ll get to love. What am I talking about? I already love them.

My chest tightens, a lump rising in my throat.

I already love their father too. “Yes, yes.”

What I’m agreeing to is wrong. It’s a dream come true.

We’re together in this. I’m not alone in the world anymore. We have a place to call our own. Where we can start a family.

“Good girl.” Everett reaches between us, sliding my collar up to my lips. “Now be a good fucking wife and lick it clean.”

The moment my tongue peeks out to do as he says, Everett’s cock pulses.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” His lust threatens to tear down the walls of our bedroom. “Gonna pump you full of cum. And you’re—dammit. Baby.”

I’m swiping my tongue over the collar when Everett pulls it away. He presses his lips to mine instead, tasting me, devouring my mouth. The groan reverberating from him is feral when he slams his hips into me the hardest, emptying himself inside me.

“Take it,” he rasps, his hips jerking as more cum spills from his throbbing cock. “Every last drop.”

I nod, clenching my thighs, trying to keep everything in.

After he’s done, his body stills. He cups my bruised cheek, holding me in place as his eyes search mine. Torment flickers there, the guilt that’s clawing at him.

Slowly, he starts to close off. Retreating into himself. I can feel him slipping into the dark place where he punishes himself.

I can’t let him. I need him here, with me. The way he needs me to anchor him. To remind him what matters.

“Please,” I whisper, leaning harder into his palm. “Stay with me. Please.”

“Aurora, how…” He shakes his head. “You see me.” The hollowness in my chest dissolves at the praise. His eyes slowly clear, and my heart races toward him. He rocks his hips into me, pushing his seed deeper into me. “You’re such a good girl.”

I’m melting. Right into the bed.

We have a lot to discuss. So many things to talk about. Only when both of us have settled.

There’s love in him, and I’m reveling in it.

For now, I rest in his arms. I let him carry me to the shower and lather soap over my body. Shampoo on my hair.

There are promises in his gaze. In his voice. His touch.

For once in my miserable life, I’m not locked up in a room. A basement. Left stranded on a wealthy couple’s doorstep.

For once, someone wants to be with me.

For once, someone stays.