Chapter 57
Desire
My hips slap into her with a wet sound. The sharp strikes of flesh against flesh merge into a single furious rhythm. I pour into Aurora in powerful spurts, filling her, and release her hips. My princess falls onto the bed, her body convulsing from the fading waves of ecstasy.
I get off the bed. Unable to resist, I grab my phone from the pocket of my discarded pants. The camera clicks, freezing her in this moment: chained and broken by pleasure.
Then I unbuckle the carabiners from her wrists. Only the thin chain leading to the choker remains.
“Do you feel it?” I give the steel links a short tug.
She shakes her head weakly, letting out a moan. Her eyes are closed; she’s spent.
“All chains break sooner or later.” I lean close to her ear. “But this invisible bond will stay with you, even after I take off the metal. Do you understand me?”
Instead of an answer, I bite her neck, pulling the chain taut again. Another moan escapes her chest—a mix of pain, pleasure, and surrender.
“Yes …,” she whispers.
I undo the last lock. After gathering her trembling, limp body in my arms, I carry Aurora out of the dim basement into the bathroom upstairs.
I wash her hair and skin, cleaning away the traces of our wild intimacy, then wrap her in a towel.
As I carry her to the small bedroom off the living room, she drifts in and out of consciousness.
The stress and intense sex have drained her completely, but the main goal is achieved: there’s no more fear of this house in her eyes.
I lay her on the large bed.
“I feel sick …,” she whispers, barely audible, without opening her eyes.
I smile, placing my hand on her stomach. She’s already pregnant. Call it instinct or predator intuition, but I can feel it—a new life has begun there. My blood. I give her a pill and wrap her in the sheets.
The temptation to lie beside her and bring her close is nearly overwhelming, but the vibration of my phone on the nightstand pulls me back to reality.
Steve: We found Chloe via her car’s GPS.
A smirk twists my lips. Chloe’s father is deeply connected to my family’s business, and their security systems are so integrated that finding the bitch was only a matter of time. She obviously didn’t try very hard to hide.
Me: Did you grab her?
Steve: No, she’s at a motel campground to the east. Getting ready to move in.
He sends the location. It’s very close to here. I glance at the sleeping Aurora. My girl still doesn’t have a wedding present. I think it’s time to fix that.
Me: I’ll take her myself. Head to Alistair’s house. Guard Aurora.
I forward Steve the location of the house and head to the car.
***
The fact Chloe had fled to a motel was suspicious. She could have easily laid low under her family’s protection and begged her father to intervene with mine—the chances were slim, but it would have made more sense than running. I suspected a meeting had been arranged here.
And I was right.
In the parking lot, next to Chloe’s Jaguar, she and Zack are arguing.
I freeze behind a massive van, listening to their bickering with little interest. With a practiced motion, I draw the gun from its holster.
A quiet, barely audible click—and I slam a magazine loaded with dart tranquilizers into the grip.
Chloe spews venom, blaming Zack for dragging her into the Asgard scheme, while he hisses back that she botched everything herself.
I’ve heard enough. Zack’s plan was pathetic.
He hoped that after the Asgardians had their way with Aurora, I’d be disgusted and turn my attention to Chloe.
Aurora, thanks to her mother’s efforts, would then fall into Zack’s hands like easy prey.
Stupid bastards. If that had happened, I would have tortured them all for days on end.
I step out from behind cover and raise the gun. The lovebirds are too busy hurling accusations to notice anything in the thick night shadow. After a few muffled pops, the tranquilizers do their work. Chloe slumps first, and Zack crashes down right after, not even realizing what’s happening.
I drag their limp bodies closer to the Jaguar and head for my car. I need to toss this trash in the trunk. Good thing I brought chains.