Chapter Eight
Aurora
I wake up to the harsh rip of my blanket being torn away. My eyes fly open, and there Lucian stands, looking like the devil himself.
"How did you get in here?" I shriek.
His response sends shivers down my spine. He tosses a gift box onto my bed. “Open it,” he commands. My gut screams that something is really, really wrong. I hesitate for a moment, but the look in his eyes leaves no room for disobedience, so I force myself to open the box.
Inside lies a gruesome sight: two severed hands, their flesh pale and lifeless.
"What the fuck? What the fuck?" I repeat. He watches me, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.
“Let me make it very clear,” he hisses. “Any man you touch, or you let touch you, will have this fate. You belong to me, and I will not share you with anyone.”
He throws me onto the bed. I try to resist, but he's stronger, tying my arms to the headboard.
“I need to punish you,” he growls, the first spank landing hard on my ass.
“If you hadn't let that woman touch you, I wouldn't have done this!” I spit the words at him. He responds with another spank, this one landing on my pussy, making me scream.
I don't understand why I'm wet, why my body is responding to this.
“You want to know what happened between me and her?” he asks. I hiss out a “Yes!” as he delivers another rough spank to my cunt.
“She was begging for it, lifting her skirt and showing me her pussy, saying she could please me more than you ever could.” Rage surges inside me, hot and all-consuming.
“She wanted me to fuck her, but I told her she couldn't make my dick hard," he continues. "Only you can do that, for some reason only fate knows. She tried to kiss me, and I had her thrown out of the office. She was only meant to be in my office for business, not pleasure. I only wanted your scent on me.”
With each word, he spanks me again. I'm lost in a haze of rage, desire, and relief. Knowing that he didn’t touch her, or even want her, calms an angry monster that was alive inside me. He finishes with a final, hard spank. But he’s not done with me yet.
He climbs over me. “Ethan had a hard dick for you. It made me crazy.”
I know that he was hard for me, I felt it, but admitting that would just be asking for more punishment.
“My dick is the only dick you'll know from now on,” he snarls, sliding his cock across my face. He feeds it to me, but doesn’t let me set the pace. His thrusts are brutal, but the way he caresses my hair is gentle. My mind is screaming at me, telling me that I'm sick. There is no other reason why I'm enjoying this.
He continues to face-fuck me, his cock sliding across my lips, my cheeks, and my nose. I can taste the salt of his pre-cum, and it’s fucking delicious, but then he pulls back with wild eyes. I watch as he strokes himself in a frenzy. With a groan, he comes, his cum spraying across my face. I can feel it dripping down my skin. But while he’s satisfied, I’m left aching and desperate.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, make me come.”
“Oh, my poor little Aurora,” he purrs. “You want to have your cunt fucked, don't you? But you've been a bad girl, so you don't get to.”
I almost cry, but I refuse to beg some more. I’d rather take my punishment with my pride intact.
He collects his cum from my face with his fingers, and then he feeds them to me. I suck on his fingers, wanting to please him. He has me exactly where he wants me.
“I will do whatever it takes to keep you. Your pleasure, your pain, your very existence—it all belongs to me.”
He unties me, but the relief is short-lived. His arms wrap around me so tightly that it hurts. I can barely move in his embrace.
“No more women for you, okay?” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “And no more men for me.”
“Our time in the office was the first time I had sex in three years. Other women aren't something you need to worry about.”
Relief floods through me, so intense that it takes my breath away. Am I not supposed to hate him? He blackmailed me, forced me into this contract, and yet here I am, enjoying his touch. The box of hands on the floor is almost forgotten. Everyone knows the Morelli brothers have something sinister going on, so a part of me felt that this would be Ethan’s fate.
“I'm sick for enjoying this, even after all that you've done,” I admit.
“Then we'll be sick together,” he murmurs. I hate how much I like the sound of that.