“Call me Rory. Aurora’s a mouthful,” she says. “Not that I’m opposed to a mouthful or anything.”
I shoot her an unimpressed look. “You talk too much, and you don’t listen.”
“I heard everything you said,” she argues. “It went something like I’m really pretty, and you want to fill my mouth. Did I miss anything?” she asks cheekily.
I pull my pants up over my hips and say, “This isn’t a relationship. I’m not your boyfriend because of what just happened.”
A frown forms between her eyebrows. “So I can make this drive with someone else tomorrow then? Cool.”
At her words, my hand lashes out with lightning speed, and I grab her jaw. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you. This pussy is mine. Every inch of you is mine. You don’t want to know what will happen if some other bastard touches what belongs to me. I’m very possessive about my property, princess. Do I make myself clear?” I growl roughly.
Her eyes are wide as saucers, and there’s a hint of fear in them, but the major emotion shining in her eyes is lust.
“Y—yes,” she whispers.
“Yes what?” I demand.
“Yes, sir.”
Her pupils are blown now, and she’s all but begging me with her eyes to free my rapidly hardening cock and fuck her into the dirt.
I release her with a sigh. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
She rolls her eyes immediately. “I’m not going to fall in love with you if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
“It’s more than that. I don’t want you to romanticize whatever this is. It’s just sex,” I tell her. “I don’t want to be your friend or your confidante. I’m not a good man, princess. With time, you’ll see parts of me that will terrify you. Those parts are who I am.”
“I’m sure there are worse men in our world.”
“Our world?” I give her a mocking look. “We don’t belong to the same world, princess. Your world is glitters and guns. My world is the mud under which your world has been built. Everything you think you know about me, leave it at the door because what I truly am is far worse.”
“You can’t scare me into running,” she says with foolish bravado, jaw clenched. “If you don’t want this, then say it. Don’t beat around the bush and try to make me be the one to end it because you’re too much of a coward.”
I smile humorlessly. “A different person would have had their tongue chopped off for calling me a coward.”
She goes rigid with shock at my words.
“And you’re wrong, princess,” I drawl. “It’s not about me not wanting this. God knows I want it far too much, and there’s no use lying about it, considering the evidence.” My gaze drops down to her pussy that’s still leaking my cum.
When I look back up at her, her cheeks are beet red. Who knew she was capable of feeling embarrassed?
“You’re also wrong about me wanting you to run,” I tell her with a chuckle. “On the contrary, it’s too late for you to run. You can try, but you won’t get very far. And even if you do, there isn’t a corner of the planet where I wouldn’t find you.”
Then I bend over her, my mouth a hairsbreadth from hers. She sucks in a breath, body tensing.
“I hope you know exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into.” I bite her bottom lip softly. “Because the ink on the paper is dry, and there’s no going back.”
With that, I give in to temptation and cover my mouth with hers.
I end up wringing another orgasm from her body, and by the time I’m done, she’s only semi-conscious and very drowsy.
I have to help her put on her clothes before bundling her back into the car.
She’s asleep even before I turn the car on. It’s the best solution to Aurora’s trouble-making ways: keep her too tired with multiple orgasms so she won’t be able to muster up the strength to cause more of her brand of chaos.
The car ride to her house is quiet, only broken by the soft sounds of her quiet breathing and the occasional unconscious mutter from her.
My mind, on the other hand, is as far from quiet as possible. It’s split into two factions that are currently at war. One side wants me to walk away from Aurora and not look back, while the other side knows and acknowledges that it’s far too late for that.