Page 57 of Ashes of Saints

There’s nothing personal of my mother’s around. Except the book she was reading on her bedside table with the corner folded. Her reading glasses on top of it. A bottle of pills sits next to the lamp.

Otherwise, the room has luxury décor, almost like a hotel.

I relax back down onto the pillows and reach out, but he’s too far away. Softly I say, “Hey.”

Those blue eyes snap to mine feverishly, looking mad once again, then drift over my body.

“One last chance to stop me.” He growls.

“I don’t want to. Fuck me, Parker.”

“Silly girl.”

Then he positions himself at my core.

PARKER

I PRESS THE HEAD of my cock at Aurora’s entrance, ignoring the voice inside me that says, don’t do this.

She might not be my sister, but I’m using this woman. I’m going to destroy her life when she learns who I am. I’m almost certain she doesn’t know who her mother was or what she was involved with.

There’s no way.

The Aurora I know—and, sure, I don’t know her well—is too sweet and innocent to be involved in that sordid industry.

I don’t think either of us had a choice. From the moment we saw one another, this was inevitable. We had to fuck. Even though we’ll be enemies in the end.

We are now.

She just doesn’t know it.

I gaze down on Aurora’s luscious body as she lies with her arms open on the pillows, her legs wrapped around my solid hips, and note how stupidly vulnerable she is. But it’s those green eyes that keep the wild animal inside me locked on my mission.

They trigger my anger.

My memories of her standing at the door—the door which promised safety and freedom. The one I never had access to.

I push inside.

“What a nice tight cunt.” I moan.

It wouldn’t be if she’d been fucked by as many adults as I had. She’d be used and angry, like all of us. Why did Mary-Anne and my father protect her?

Why her and not fucking me?

I push in farther, roughly...

“That’s it, suck my cock inside you like a good little slut.” I plant a hand beside her head and glare at her as I take what I want.

Then suddenly I’m balls deep inside her.

A gust of invisible wind plows through me, as if waking me from a dream. The rush of awareness as our bodies join and eyes lock is unlike anything I’ve felt in my life.

Nothing except Aurora—us—exists.

Drawn like a moth to a flame, I smash my mouth down on hers, pulling her against me as our bodies connect on a level that goes beyond the physical.

My mind dissolves and all I can do is feel.

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