Chapter 20 Liam
LIAM
“We have a few leads, unfortunately nothing concrete,” Ethan explains, leaning over my desk and pointing at the map. “There were rumors about Donovan being seen here, but we searched all of these buildings and there wasn’t any sign of him.”
“He is most likely hiding with an ally, someone who always supported him,” Nick chimes in. “I started a list of people who fought the takeover the most.”
“I’ve hacked all the city’s cameras and have been running the footage through facial recognition software,” Selina says without looking up from her laptop. “If he is still in the city, we’ll find him.”
Leaning back in my chair, I look over all the information we have spread out on the desk in front of me. I hate not knowing where he is yet just as much as knowing he is still breathing. He should be dead, burned to ashes along with his house.
“Widen your search to nearby cities where his known allies have property,” I order.
“On it,” Selina agrees with a nod.
“We could use Aurora to draw him out,” Ethan suggests. “Set a trap and have her as bait.”
“No,” I shut his idea down right away. I’m not putting her at risk again. That’s my main reason, but I don’t want to share that fact with my team. “He doesn’t care about her. It won’t work.” It’s not a lie, but it’s also not the complete truth.
“She can’t be trusted anyway,” Selina points out. “Do I have to remind you of the attack?”
“We’re not talking about that anymore,” I snap, my voice rougher than I intended.
I just don’t want to think about that anymore.
One of them is lying, and I desperately want to believe both.
If Selina went behind my back to set up Aurora, that would destroy years of trust between us.
I just can’t accept it. I don’t want to believe I’ve been so wrong about a person.
I ignore the flash of hurt in Selina’s features, along with the concerned look in Nick’s eyes, and get up from my chair. “Keep looking, use all the resources we have, and report back to me tomorrow.”
Everyone nods before gathering their things.
I don’t wait for my team to leave. They can see themselves out.
I have somewhere I would rather be right now, forgetting about Donovan running around, probably planning my downfall.
Ironically, his daughter is the person who is going to help me keep my mind off this situation.
At least that’s what I’ve been hoping for all day.
I know spending time with Aurora shouldn’t be on my want to do list, which is why I try to convince myself I don’t actually want to. I simply have to. How else will I figure out if she was telling the truth or what she is planning now?
Leaving my office, I head straight to the bedroom, thinking about the brief moments I’ve seen her today. With Maggie being sick, I prepared and took meals to Aurora myself, but I had too much shit to do today to sit down and eat with her.
When I finally enter my room, Aurora isn’t on the bed or anywhere else where I can see her. For a split second, I worry about her being gone. Before that fear can settle in, I hear her moving around in the walk-in. I quickly lock the door, hide the key, and walk into the closet.
Pausing in the doorway, I take in Aurora as she digs through one of her underwear drawers. Her back is turned toward me, and I’m certain she hasn’t noticed me by her relaxed stance. She isn’t wearing any clothes; the only thing covering her is a white towel wrapped around her torso.
She seems to find what she was looking for a moment later. Dropping the towel to the ground, she closes the drawer and steps into the panties she is holding.
“I prefer them off,” I say, making Aurora yelp in surprise.
She spins around to face me, pulling her panties up the rest of the way at the same time. Her tits are still out, falling and rising rapidly.
“Can you please make more noise when you move? Wear a bell around your neck or something?” Now that she knows I’m here, her posture changes. She stands up straighter, her shoulders tense, and her eyes become watchful.
“I don’t know if a bell would go well with my suit,” I joke, stepping closer to my half-naked wife.
“I’m sure I could help you color match it,” Aurora offers sarcastically, reaching for a nightgown from the shelf. She pulls it over her body, covering her luscious curves to my disappointment.
She scurries past me, the vanilla scent of her shampoo tickling my nose as I get undressed myself. I strip down to my boxers, my cock already half-hard before I head to the bed. Aurora is already under the blanket, her eyes following me like she is worried I’m about to jump her bones.
“How was your day?” I ask, thinking about doing exactly that.
“Great,” she replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m bored out of my mind. What’s the point of having a TV if I’m not allowed to watch?”
“I guess I could be persuaded to offer you some entertainment tomorrow if you… provide the entertainment tonight?” I suggest, while climbing onto the mattress to lie down on my back.
She scoffs at my offer. “Of course you would.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she forces a frown onto her lips.
“You act like you wouldn’t enjoy entertaining me,” I tease. “Matter of fact, I remember you enjoying yourself very much, coming on my cock—”
“That was before you locked me into a cell,” she spits, her tone filled with resentment.
Guilt gnaws on my conscience, but just like earlier with Selena, I refuse to think about that incident. I’m not ready to find out the truth. This was supposed to be about taking my mind off everything, but maybe I should start with distracting her first.
Rolling over onto my side, I prop myself up on my elbow and lift my free hand to hold my middle and index finger to her lips. “Open your mouth,” I demand.
“Why?” Even in that short word, I notice the tremor in her voice.
“I want you to get my fingers wet before I rub your clit with them until you come all over my hand.” I tell her exactly what I’m thinking… exactly what’s going to happen.
Her eyes go wide for a split second before she catches herself and pretends not to be affected by my dirty talk. She lifts her chin in defiance and presses her lips into a thin line. I drop my arm.
“I’ll let you walk around the whole apartment tomorrow,” I say, hoping to entice her. “Free rein, all day.”
She looks up at the ceiling, sighing deeply before muttering, “Fine.” Turning her head slightly, her gaze locks with mine. Her next words are clear and strong. “I will allow you to make me come with your fingers, in exchange for free rein of the apartment tomorrow.”
I can’t help but grin at her attempt to negotiate in her favor.
“Counteroffer. I will give you the pleasure of coming on my fingers before you get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind until you come around my cock again at least one more time. On top of that, I will graciously allow you to roam around this place all day tomorrow.”
“Final offer,” she states firmly. “I’ll accept the terms you just listed, if you throw in a hundred-dollar gift card for books.”
Again, she manages to make me laugh. Are we really trading sex for books? “I can make that happen,” I offer. “You got yourself a deal. Now open your mouth for me.”
She gives me a satisfied look. Uncrossing her arms, she places them beside her and relaxes back into her pillow. This time, when I hold my fingers to her lips, she parts them for me. I place my digits onto her hot tongue. She closes her mouth and sucks, swirling her tongue around my fingers.
When I’m happy with the wetness, I pull my hand free and slip it under the blanket.
Aurora parts her legs for me as I find my way into her panties.
Her eyes flutter close when I touch her already swollen bud.
Starting off slow, I rub small circles over it until my needy wife lifts her hips slightly, desperate for more friction.
She can act like this is blackmail all she wants, but the way her body reacts to my touch can’t be faked. Her white teeth sink into her bottom lip like she is stifling a moan. I add pressure and pick up speed until Aurora’s back arches, she whimpers, and her clit pulses against my fingertips.
I wait for the last tremor of orgasm to ripple through her body before I pull away. I let her recover for a few moments, loving how sated and worn out she looks.
“Are you ready for what’s next?” I ask, eyebrows raised.
She nods and kicks the comforter off her legs. Her movements are a little unsure, but she turns around and pushes herself up on her hands and knees. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that,” I praise. My eyes land on her pert ass sticking up in the air.
I move quickly, ready to be buried deep inside of her. I position myself behind her, admiring her soft curves and the way her hips beg me to grab hold of them. I push her silky nightgown up to bunch around her hips and her panties down to her knees, exposing her bare core and perfect ass.
Growing impatient, I free my rock hard cock and wrap my hand around the base. I guide my tip to her entrance, hissing at the contact. Instead of pushing in right away, I drag my shaft up and down her slit, gathering her wetness before I return to her waiting hole.
I rock my hips forward, sliding into her snug channel, stretching out her pussy. My hands find her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh possessively. I keep feeding her my length until I’m buried to the hilt.
“How does that feel?” I ask, holding still for a moment.
“Different,” she admits, looking at me over her shoulder with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Not bad, I guess.”
“You guess? Let me make sure there is no question about how good this feels,” I state while slowly pulling out of her.
When I thrust back into her, I do so harder and faster than before. Her body rocks forward, she lowers her chest to the mattress and buries her face into the pillow. This position juts her ass out even more, the new angle letting me go deeper.
Closing my eyes, I hold onto her small form and really start fucking her.
I drive into her, forcing my fat cock into her tight body.
A tiny part of me worries I’m being too rough, but the muffled moans into the pillow, combined with the wetness dripping from her cunt, proves she is enjoying herself very much.
That fact is confirmed when her pussy convulses around me, gripping me so tightly it almost hurts.
She comes apart with a moan that can probably be heard all through this whole building. I don’t mind. Let them hear. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.
I fuck her through her orgasm and keep fucking her for what feels like an eternity and a few minutes at the same time.
Aurora comes again, this time she squeezes me so violently, I can’t hold back my own orgasm. With a guttural roar that doesn’t sound like myself, I force my cock all the way in one last time. I empty myself in her depths, painting her inner walls with ropes of cum.
When the last tremor of my release moves down my spine, I take a grounding breath and carefully pull out of her. I didn’t use a condom again, and though I know that is incredibly irresponsible for many reasons, I can’t bring myself to care.
I stare at my cum dripping out of her used pussy, and my cock twitches despite just having fucked her.
“Don’t move,” I tell her, even though I’m pretty sure she can’t, regardless. I think I wore her out.
Climbing off the bed with stiff limbs, I pull my boxers up and walk into the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet, I soak it in warm water and add a little soap. Back in the bedroom, I clean Aurora up, wiping our combined releases off her pussy folds gently.
Once she is clean, I pull up her panties and straighten her nightgown. I move her body like she is my personal doll, rolling her onto her side, before positioning her until she looks comfortable. I cover her with the blanket and make my way to my side of the bed.
“Did I earn my day of freedom?” Aurora asks, halfway asleep.
“You did,” I confirm as I turn off the light. “You really excel at pretending to be into this.” I can’t help but taunt her, knowing she isn’t pretending at all.
“You’re welcome,” she mutters, letting me fall asleep with a satisfied smile on my face.