Chapter 9 Aurora
AURORA
Islide the last closet drawer shut, annoyed that I didn’t find anything useful within the bedroom.
Liam left me a while ago, and I have spent every minute of it searching the space I’m confined to.
I came up with absolutely nothing. No weapons I could use, and no information that would tell me more about my brand-new husband.
Tiptoeing to the door, I press my ear against the smooth wood and listen. Voices and laughter carry down the hall, but it’s not loud enough to make out anything in particular.
I should be used to being left out and locked up, but the bitterness and feeling of resentment doesn’t lessen.
As I make my way to the bed, I tell myself I should be glad that he at least didn’t chain me up before he left.
Another plus was finding the silky pajama set in the closet.
It’s nothing more than shorts and a tank top, but I feel much better with this compared to being naked.
Climbing into bed, I pull the blanket up to cover my body before reaching over to flip the bedside lamp off. The room descends into darkness, and I curl up until I’m comfortable. Well, as comfortable as I can get being locked up by a man who has total control of my life.
Letting my eyes fall shut, I try my best not to think about the situation I’m in, and pretend I’m safe so I can put myself to sleep quickly. Unfortunately, my brain has other ideas, and I spend the next while analyzing and processing everything I experienced today.
When I finally do manage to doze off, I’m not asleep for long.
I startle awake to a loud knocking sound followed by a string of hushed curse words.
I lift my head up and scan my dark surroundings.
The only faint light in the room is coming from the window, and it’s just enough to make out Liam’s large body moving away from the dresser, which I think he just ran into, toward his side of the bed.
He flips on the lamp, making me squint my eyes against the sudden light.
Liam, who has already undressed down to his boxers, is swaying on his feet. “Sorry to wake you, princess,” he slurs, his eyes glassy. “But I still need to tie you up.”
My heart sinks. “Is that really necessary? I did everything you asked of me.”
He tilts his head to the side. “It’s going to take more than a day to gain my trust.”
“What could I possibly do to you in your sleep?” I argue. “You can keep the door locked, and there is nothing in here I can use as a weapon.”
“How do you know that?” he questions with a knowing grin. “Did you snoop around while I was gone?”
I don’t bother denying it. “Did you really expect me not to?”
“Of course not.” He chuckles. “I did, however, expect you to lie about it.”
“Well, sorry to disappoint you.” I frown.
“I wouldn’t say I’m disappointed, but I’m still going to chain you to the bed.”
He climbs onto the mattress and crawls to my feet. I instinctively pull my legs toward my body.
“What if we make a deal?” I blurt out without thinking.
Liam pauses, his slightly unfocused gaze scanning my face with piqued interest. “What kind of deal do you have in mind?”
Shit. I didn’t think this through. “I could… maybe I…”
His hungry eyes lower to my mouth as a mischievous grin spreads across his face. “You could wrap your lips around my cock,” he offers point-blank. “That could definitely persuade me not to tie you up.”
When I don’t respond right away, he continues to move toward me, lifting up the blanket where my feet are supposed to be. Only I have them pulled up so close to my body, he has to search for them. He stuffs his hand under the blanket until his warm fingers wrap around my ankle to pull my leg out.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I tell him before I can change my mind.
He turns to me suddenly, his features painted with shock. My guess is he thought I was going to turn him down. I probably should, but I don’t want to be restrained, and a blowjob doesn’t really seem like that bad of a deal.
“You are going to suck me off?” he asks, like he still thinks I’m bluffing.
“Yes.” I nod.
He stares at me in disbelief for another moment before he slowly moves up the bed and lies down on his back.
I rake my eyes over his carved-out-of-stone upper body, especially his sculpted abs that look like he spends a lot of time in the gym.
My gaze lands on the bulge in his boxers, revealing that he is already hard and ready.
“Well,” he teases, bringing his arms above his body, he links his fingers and props his hands under his head like a pillow. “It’s not gonna suck itself.” His smug grin tells me he is still not convinced I’m going to do it. That fact only gives me more reason to prove him wrong.
Licking my dry lips, I kick the blanket off my body and turn toward Liam.
His eyes go wide as I crawl over to him and kneel by his side.
With slightly trembling hands, I reach for his boxers.
Dipping my fingers into his waistband, I pull the fabric down until his very hard cock springs free.
I almost gasp, taking in the massive shaft decorated by thick veins.
I know I’ve seen it before, but being this close while getting ready to take it into my mouth, changes things a bit.
“Second thoughts?” Liam taunts.
Yes. “No.”
Forcing myself to move, I lift my hand and bring it to his cock. I wrap my fingers around the base, surprised by how smooth and warm his skin is. Leaning down, I part my lips and guide his swollen head between them until they are stretched around his girth.
Liam hisses, his cock twitching against my tongue like he is shocked by my touch, even though he knew it was coming. Letting his hardness slide further into my mouth, I gag a little when he comes too close to my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your mouth feels like heaven.” His praise has an oddly calming effect on me.
I didn’t realize it until now, but there is a part of me that wants to please him. It’s probably just my self-defense mechanism trying to protect me. As long as I keep him happy, he won’t hurt me. That makes sense. What doesn’t make sense is the heat gathering in my core.
Bobbing my head up and down, I fall into a rhythm, while the need to touch myself rises with every gravelly moan coming from Liam.
“Aurora…” My name sounds like a prayer, his deep voice wraps around me like a heavy blanket.
I’m surprised when his fingertips brush against my cheek as he tucks some fallen strands of my hair behind my ear.
The touch is innocent and gentle, but it sends a ripple of pleasure through my body.
He buries his hand in my hair, cradling my head possessively but keeping his hold loose enough for me to remain in control.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he warns, his hip jerking up slightly. His threat only fuels my eagerness to make him come. There is something powerful about controlling his pleasure like this. And that power is a huge turn-on.
For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m the one in charge. As soon as the thought enters my mind, a small voice in the back of my head tells me it’s an illusion. Yet I hold onto that feeling because I enjoy it too much to let go.
Rubbing my thighs together, I’m desperate for some friction against my sensitive clit. I imagine what it would feel like to have his cock between my legs. Would it hurt or feel good? Would he even fit? The deviant thoughts only heighten my arousal.
I keep sucking Liam off, increasing my speed and tightening my hand around his base, until he groans in pleasure. His cock throbs in my mouth as hot, salty cum shoots down my throat. I swallow it down while hollowing out my cheeks.
“Jesus Christ!” Liam groans, his body shudders.
Letting his cock slide out of my mouth, I sit up and hesitantly look over at Liam. I’m almost certain he is going to be smug and ready to taunt me, but when my eyes meet his, I don’t find either intent. He gazes at me with desire and a sense of awe, like he can’t believe I just made him orgasm.
Unsure of what to do next, I scoot back over to my side of the bed and lie down.
Reaching for my blanket, but before I can wrap my fingers around it, Liam grabs my wrist. He moves so quickly, I don’t have time to process what’s happening.
Suddenly, his large form is covering my much smaller one.
While he is holding up his upper body to hover over me, his lower body is pushing me into the mattress.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out breathy, and my lips feel swollen as I talk.
“Returning the favor,” he coos, before crawling down my body until he is settled between my legs.
My mouth opens to object, but no words come out, and when he dips his fingers into the waistband of my pajamas, I lift my hips so he can pull them down my legs. He throws the shorts behind him on the floor before taking off my panties next.
When I spread my legs wide and cool air washes over my hot center, I realize in shame how wet I am already. My face heats up, knowing that Liam will soon know it too. He dips his head down until he is only a few inches away from my pussy. Anticipation and excitement has me holding my breath.
Liam stares at my most private parts like he is about to devour me. Sliding his hands under my thighs, he pulls me closer to him.
Oh my god. He is so close now, I can feel his breath fanning over my skin. Goosebumps spread across my arms and legs, while a shiver ripples through me. My chest tightens, and I realize I’m still holding my breath. I suck in some needed air, noticing how fast my heart is beating.
Grinning, Liam lifts his eyes to meet my gaze, and it suddenly hits me how intimate this moment is.
Not only are we physically intimate, but I also sense this weird emotional connection buzzing between us.
His touch is setting my body on fire, and he looks at me with so much desire, I can’t help but feel…
wanted. And that’s something I’ve never experienced before.
I didn’t know how much I needed this until now.
I like it. I like it a lot, and I want more.
Never breaking eye contact, he leans in until his hot tongue presses against my swollen clit.
The sensation is so intense, I instinctively try to close my legs, but Liam easily holds them open, while closing his mouth over my throbbing bud.
He sucks, and a moan rips from my throat.
My eyes flutter shut, and my head falls back onto the pillow.
He is the one in control now. Maybe that should worry me, but as long as he makes me feel like this, I don’t mind submitting to him. Right now, we’re not enemies, we’re not captive and captor, we’re just two lovers.
His fingers dig into my thighs, angling my hips up to his face.
He licks, sucks, and nibbles on my clit until I’m sure I’m about to explode.
I grip the sheets beneath me, needing to hold onto something.
My back arches off the bed, a loud moan fills the space, as pleasure like I’ve never experienced before bursts through me.
My pussy pulses against Liam’s skilled mouth as my orgasm keeps going. My release is so strong that when it does subside, my body is depleted of energy. My limbs feel useless and my eyelids heavy.
With a satisfied smirk, Liam sits up and climbs over my leg to flop down on his side of the bed.
We lie there like that for a few minutes, my blissful mindset slips away, and reality sets back in.
I’m not regretting letting my walls down enough to let this happen.
I just need to remember that he doesn’t actually like me.
Yes, he clearly wants my body, and he makes me feel good physically, but that’s all this will ever be.
He sees me as something to use, not as someone equal.
A sudden chill comes over me, making me reach for my blanket. I pull it up my body and curl into a ball on my side, giving Liam my back. The bed shifts, and with a soft click the room goes dark. Feeling content and sated, I’m ready to go to sleep when Liam slings his arm around my waist.
“Come closer,” he orders, pulling me toward him gently.
“Why?” I question, not sure if I’m going to like this or not.
“I don’t want you to get any ideas,” Liam explains. “I’m a light sleeper, so as long as you’re close, I’ll know if you try to leave the bed.”
He keeps hugging me tighter until my backside is nestled against his front. I can’t believe we’re spooning. Something about this seems absurd. He shouldn’t be holding me like this, and I shouldn’t enjoy the way he is wrapped around me. Yet here we are, me comfortable in my father’s killer’s arms.
I’m not sure if Liam is still awake or if he would answer even if he was, but I can’t go to sleep without at least asking. “What did my father do to you to make you go this far?”
He doesn’t move or make any sound for a few seconds, convincing me he is asleep. Then his low voice meets my ear. “He killed my family—my parents and my sister. I vowed vengeance.” His words are heavy with sadness and anger.
My heart hurts for him. I can’t speak from experience, but I’m sure it’s very painful to lose people you love. “When did it happen?”
“Years ago. I’m a very patient man.”
“How did—”
“That’s enough questions for one day,” Liam snaps, before taking on a slightly softer tone. “Go to sleep, princess.”
I try my best to obey, mostly for my own sake. I barely slept last night, and I really need the rest. Liam is sharp, and it’s going to take me being at a hundred percent to outsmart him.