Desire
The next day, Aurora stays silent the whole drive.
She fidgets with the necklace around her neck and keeps shooting me quick, searching glances from under her lashes, but never quite works up the courage to say anything.
We fucked hard through the rest of the night, wringing each other dry, and then after sleeping until the middle of the day, I got between her thighs again.
All I had to do was greedily lick her swollen cunt until she trembled with wetness, and then I pounded into her with renewed force.
I stop the car in front of her apartment building, and we ride up to her floor; she can barely walk. Every painful movement sends a jolt of satisfaction through me—I wore her out like this. Aurora pulls out her keys and tries to open the front door but freezes when the handle won’t unlock.
“Why doesn’t the key fit?” She frowns.
“Because there’s a new lock,” I state, drawing a heavy key ring from the inside pocket of my blazer and holding it out to her. “And this black fob is for the security system.”
“You … you installed a new lock in my apartment without asking?! And I’ve never had any security system!” She’s breathless with outrage, staring at the keys in my hand.
“You do now.” I smirk, enjoying her predictable reaction. “And you’ll set it every single fucking night.”
“How did the installers even get into my apartment?!” Aurora plants her hands on her hips, and the fabric of her dress stretches deliciously over her large breasts.
I absolutely love watching her little nose twitch with indignation as she tries to assert rights she no longer has.
“Easy. I took your spare key from the hallway table.” I shrug.
She narrows her pretty eyes then snatches the key ring from my hand with a sharp movement. After fumbling with the new lock, she steps inside. I follow, closing the door behind us. The flimsy metal chain that used to hang here is gone—my men removed it.
While she fusses around in the kitchen, I head to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I lean against the sink and open the spy app on my phone, hacking into Aurora’s smartphone.
I pull up her period tracker. A green checkmark next to yesterday’s date confirms what I already knew from her hacked medical records—she’s taking birth control. Good girl. I need to make sure my precious little toy doesn’t get knocked up by me just yet.
Satisfied, I step out of the bathroom and head to the kitchen. Aurora stands rooted to the spot, a look of shock on her face.
“Desire …, what the fuck?! You put iron bars on my windows?!” Her voice cracks.
“Only on the ones facing the fire escape.” Opening the fridge, I grab an ice-cold bottle of water and take a long, refreshing gulp. “That’ll do for now.”
“You have no right to turn my home into a cage!” She raises her clenched fists and lunges at me.
“I think we’ve been through this before.” I snort.
Tossing the half-empty bottle into the sink, I catch her. One hand lands on her throat, the other grips her trembling shoulder, and I force her face-down, her stomach landing hard on the cool kitchen island. I shove up the hem of her dress, baring her ass.
“You know how many people I’ve killed by sneaking into their places through the fire escape at night?” I whisper, pressing my hard groin against her wet cunt. She rode all the way here without panties. “Two. It’s fucking convenient.”
I’ll be damned if I let some bastard break in that easily to get to my girl. So I had to add some protection.
I press my palm on the small of her back, forcing her flat against the countertop, and she breathes in ragged, trapped gasps. Her phone—carelessly tossed on the island—buzzes with a short vibration—a message.
“See who it is,” I order, my free hand unzipping my fly. “You’ve got thirty seconds before I get inside you.”
With a choked sigh, Aurora blindly fumbles through her bag, pulls out her phone, and swallows hard beneath me as she reads the screen.
“It’s my mom. She wants me to come to her place next weekend.”
“Go.” I nod. “I have my own plans for Friday anyway.”
“What plans?” She twists her head back as far as my hold allows, and a spark of suspicion flares in her wide eyes. My broken princess is jealous. It’s so amusing.
“A business meeting at Savannah. I’ve been tasked with entertaining an important partner of my father’s.”
The thought surfaces that Jefferson knows there was some girl locked in Alistair’s basement—the one I didn’t kill. Worse, he might even know exactly what she looks like. I can’t take that risk.
“You can’t be there with me. Don’t even go near Savannah this weekend, got it?”
“How are you going to entertain him?” She narrows her eyes.
“Whiskey and whores.” I shrug.
A low, almost feline growl of indignation escapes her throat.
I smirk, leaning down to her ear. “But personally, I don’t need any club whores. I have a whole princess at my disposal.”
“Prove it,” she rasps, her flushed face dropping onto the cool stone of the countertop, and she shamelessly arches her lower back under my hand, pushing toward me.
“First, promise me you won’t even come near the club until I tell you to.”
Her blue eyes stare straight ahead.
“I do …,” she breathes out, shifting her bare hips.
“Good princess,” I whisper, and with one rough, precise thrust, I sink into her to the hilt.
Her tight, hot cunt greedily clenches around my cock.
I fuck her exactly the way she needs it—hard and deep, making her arch like a bow and moan sweetly beneath me.
This lesson should burn itself under Aurora’s skin: only I have the power to turn her eternal fear into pleasure.
But every taste of ecstasy comes at a price as I pay for the right to possess her, earning this bliss with each life I take.