Chapter 29
She was beautifully infuriating. An ethereal hellcat full of fury.
And right now, she was breathing heavily as she stared at me through a curtain of tears.
I didn’t want to wipe them away, either.
Instead, I wanted to draw them out, then drown in every last one.
She claimed that I’d ruined her life by making her feel something for me.
If so, what the hell did she think she had done to me?
Aurora was a genuinely beautiful person, inside and out.
She’d always deserved more than a back-stabbing best friend and two-timing loser.
And she had it all, especially with the parents who’d raised her and loved her so much.
They were an example of what a parental figure should’ve been.
They were the kindness to my great-grandfather’s cruelty.
I’m sure he was looking up at me right now from Hell, smirking over my weakness for Aurora.
He’d always talked about how Kingston and Cillian had been poisoned by the venom from their women, and how I’d break the curse.
He knew the only things I would ever love were power, money, sex, and violence. And I had until I’d met her.
Her lips parted more as I plunged my thumb partially between them.
Her breath also hitched in her throat as she looked up at me with such defiance.
The longer I stared down at her, the harder I got.
My cock was like a rod of steel, and it ached in such a way that the only thing that could alleviate the pain would be to bury myself balls deep inside of her.
Aurora eventually brought her hands to my head, then combed her dainty fingers through my hair before dropping them to my nape.
She drew me closer to her, and I’d been unable to fight what this was between us.
It was maddening... Consuming... But it felt so fucking right that a groan escaped as she rubbed her soft face against mine.
“It’ll always be only you,” I rasped against her flesh.
My lips came down on her tear-stricken cheek, and I slowly licked the salty trail with my tongue.
“I've never loved anyone before, and I never will love someone as much as I love you, Bellezza. Knowing this day was coming has been tearing me up inside because of all the things I have in my life, I can't have the one thing I want the most. The very thought of letting you go is pure hell. It’s torture.”
“Zarren,” she whispered.
“I don't know how I've ever managed to breathe before you, but I don't think I’ll be able to do it after you. Never seeing you... Or touching you... Or claiming you... Tonight is all we have. I fucking hate it, but it is what it is.”
“That’s just it, though, Zarren. It doesn't have to be.”
“Yes, it does because I’ve accepted this cruel world and its rules. You will, too, in due time. Before you’re ripped from my arms forever, I have to touch you. There’s an incessant need inside of me, clawing at my flesh and bones. I need to claim you fully... for the first and the last time.”
Aurora pulled her head back. “You can claim me, but just know that I'll never claim you,” I growled at her words, but she stared at me with wild fury. “I’ll never accept surrendering my will... my pride... my soul for you, or for anyone else.”
“I might’ve started off as your captor, but it is you who has held me captive since the night I first laid eyes on you."
"Stop saying things like that when you only plan to hurt me by tossing me out like yesterday's garbage.”
"It's not like that. This was agreed to before—"
"By you, Zarren. You! No one fucking asked me a goddamn thing about my own life."
"Calm down, Bellezza. I—"
"And stop calling me that, too. Just treat me like the whore you and your uncles think I am... The whore Leon Barganella thinks I am... And the one that my future husband believes me also to be."
"You're not a whore."
"No, you only want to fuck me like one, then hand me off to a man who might be a bigger monster than you."
At the word monster, something rose up within me, and I sensed her regret almost immediately. In fact, if she wasn’t already flush against the pool table, I knew she would’ve taken a few steps back. It wouldn’t stop me. Not now.
The blood inside my veins had now turned to adrenaline, which made the beast in me rise to the surface. Reaching out, I gripped the top of her nightgown and, with a sharp pull, I ripped the thin silk down the fucking middle.
“Z-Zarren,” she stammered nervously. “What are you about to do?”
“That much should be obvious,” I responded as I lifted her effortlessly off her feet and deposited her onto the top of the pool table.
Of course, she tried to scramble off it until my loud growl pierced the air.
“Lie back and put your goddamn hands above your head as I taste what’s mine for a final time. ”
“It’s not yours,” she told me, and my smirk grew wider.
“Hands. Above. Your. Head. Or else I’ll tie you to this fucking table and show you how a real prisoner is treated.”
Aurora fell back against the table, then did as I instructed. As she lay there, I finished removing the tattered remains of her nightgown, then set both legs up and rested her feet on the edge of the table.
Her lacy black panties didn’t meet the same fate as her nightgown because I planned to keep them. With that in mind, I slowly dragged them down her legs before removing them. She watched me with weary eyes, which narrowed when I brought the dark lace to my face and sniffed it.
“Your panties are absolutely drenched, Bellezza. You protest too much. It’s a good thing I’m addicted to your lies. They taste like sin...” I dragged two fingers up her thigh, then swiped them between her legs, eliciting a low whimper. “And your pussy does, too.”
I didn’t give her a chance to say anything as I used my shoulders to spread her legs as wide apart as I could.
After, I buried my head between them. The moment I dragged my tongue through her slit, I heard the sound of one of the pool balls as it moved.
I grinned against her flesh, then sucked her clit into my mouth.
I’m going to kiss you until the only name you’ll ever taste is mine.
The quote was one I’d heard before, but I’d never felt it until now.
I brought two fingers to her core and teased her momentarily before plunging them into her wet heat.
I knew her spot well, so I wasted no time reaching it.
Once I did, a few more balls rolled around on the table.
I glanced up and watched as she desperately clutched at the felt on the top to no avail while writhing against it.
I kissed her puffy lips before attacking her clit once more.
And you’re going to come until the only name I’ll ever taste is yours.
After adding a third finger inside of her, I felt her entire body tense. She was about to orgasm, and I wanted to savor every drop of her release. I curled my fingers in a come-hither motion, and she nearly vaulted off the table.
“Zarrrrrrrrrrren,” she cried as she drew out my name moments before coming.
Withdrawing my fingers from her, I replaced them with my tongue and mouth.
Her taste exploded on my tongue, and I alternated between lapping at her core and spearing her with it.
A few incoherent sounds fell from her lips as I slowly brought her back down.
The next time she came, it’d be on my cock.
Later, she would finish on my fingers as I claimed the last part of her.
Once satisfied that I had licked up every drop, I rose from between her legs.
Her hair, which she had taken such painstaking care to brush, was now tousled, and a few thick strands dampened and clung to her face.
Her eyes were closed, and it was only when I painted her lips with my wet fingers that she opened them.
Aurora did so without instruction. I rubbed them between her lips, and ones she had seemingly bit down on as I’d eaten her out. Her cum mingled with the drop or two of her blood, which I collected on the tip of my index finger, then thrust it inside.
She hollowed her cheeks, pulling on each digit as that wicked tongue of hers wrapped around it, and she sucked it clean. Before she could swallow down the remnants of her orgasm, I gripped her throat and pulled her upward into a seated position.
Those cerulean orbs were unusually cold, which was a direct contradiction to the heat radiating off her.
To the unsuspecting person, she was dangerous.
I wished I would’ve known that ahead of time myself.
I did now, though, and not even giving a damn if they pierced and sunk me like an iceberg would a ship, I tugged her to the very edge of the table.
"I'm going to split your pussy wide open and ruin you for not only Bocharov, but any other man that touches you after me. You’ll see that no one else will ever make your pussy come the way I do... No one else will ever own your body the way I do."
"If you just plan to release me, then why punish me more by branding yourself upon me, Zarren?"
I ignored her momentarily as I quickly shed my clothing. She was at the perfect height, so all I had to do was step back between those long legs of hers that were now hanging over the edge of the table.
"Because you're mine, and you always will be, even if I can't claim you."
"You're deranged and sadistic—”
I thrust fully into her, cutting off whatever else she had to say. “Doesn’t change the fact that you still belong to me.”
“I’ll never belong to... fuck...”
As I pounded into her, I watched her dainty fingers curl around the edge of the table. She was having trouble speaking as her head fell back onto her shoulders. Everything about this felt so right.
You do belong to me. And I belong to you.
Since the moment I’d laid eyes on her, another hadn’t even piqued my interest once.
“You’ve ruined me, Bellezza. And it’s no less than what I’m going to do to you. Do you fucking understand me?” I asked as one hand encircled her throat and squeezed tightly.
Her blue orbs widened, but I knew it wasn’t from fear. Aurora might’ve changed me, but I’d done the same to her in the process. She was no longer passive during sex. She was an active participant and one who had found her voice.