Chapter 56
Aurora
Stretched out by chains on these sheets, I grasp a simple truth: you can be the most beloved wife, but deep down, you still crave being taken roughly, like the last whore.
Desire is my depraved god, my Prince Harming, frighteningly handsome in his nakedness and scars. He grabs me by the hair, forcing my head back. I look at him through a veil of tears while he gazes down at me like his rightful prey.
“The Thorntons are pathetic bastards, Aurora. I’m your only real nightmare.”
“Prove it …” A cracked whisper escapes my lips.
I need that brutal, will-breaking domination.
I need him to take me the way a king should—authoritatively and mercilessly.
My body aches with the hunger to belong to him completely.
With Desire, I never feel unwanted. He’s obsessed with me, and that darkness inside him echoes in me.
I’m ready to scratch out the eyes of anyone who dares to even dream of his cock.
He pushes into my mouth, filling it completely. Excess saliva drips from the corners of my lips, tracing wet paths down my neck and breasts. My body burns and glistens from sweat and the wetness soaking my thighs in anticipation of his first thrust.
“This house will become a symbol of my absolute power over you.” His voice vibrates inside me.
He slowly withdraws from my mouth, leaving a salty taste on my lips, only to thrust deeper the next moment, making me shudder from the pressure deep in my throat.
I gasp for air in the brief seconds he allows me to breathe before his hips slam forward again with relentless force.
His hand, tangled in my hair, locks my head in place—I have no chance to dodge.
And I don’t want to. I belong to him. I’m here for him to use me as his dark nature desires. My nipples burn with unbearable sensitivity, and my lower abdomen twists with a deep ache—my flesh begging for him to finally enter me for real.
I am his prey. Completely.
Tears blur my vision, mixing with the snot running from my nose. I can only imagine how pathetic and broken I look, but Desire looks at me with such fierce, fanatical love, as if I were the most beautiful goddess to ever descend into this hell.
He quickens his pace, pounding into my mouth with the same ferocity as if it were my cunt or my ass. His eyes are tightly shut, his jaw clenched, and suddenly, a hoarse, fractured moan escapes his lips. “Yeah, fuck …”
My senses dull. I choke, my consciousness fading, and my eyes roll back from the lack of oxygen and the overload of sensation.
Just when it seems I can’t take any more, Desire grabs my hair even tighter.
A wild, almost animalistic roar fills the room, and he pulls out, spilling his hot essence down my chin, onto my tits, and the rumpled sheets.
God, there he is—my only one, my beautiful executioner.
I close my eyes, overwhelmed with awe. I hear a dry click, then another.
Desire frees my ankles from the chains and, climbing onto the bed, wedges himself between my thighs.
He hooks my legs over his shoulders. His cock is already rock hard again—I can feel its heat against my thighs.
He craves me. He’s ready to take me here and now, turning this basement into our personal altar.
He enters me with one powerful thrust, and I arch toward him, chains clinking. The world narrows to the rhythm of his movements. As he fills me, his thumb teases, stroking my anus, awakening a sharp wave of anticipation.
Fuck, I’m starting to like this house.
My body trembles, my moans echoing off the basement walls.
This is no longer the cry of a broken victim—it’s a scream of pleasure.
It’s not just him taking me. While he dominates my body, my cunt consumes his cock, absorbing every thrust, every heavy breath.
His craving gives him away: he’s obsessed, he’s more bound to me than I am to this bed.
Savoring his power over me, I dissolve into his scarred, dark soul.