Page 157 of Endgame
The tip of his cock leaks, precum wetting it as Everett strokes himself. My tongue darts out, hungry for a taste.
“Words aren’t going to cut it.” Lust turns to shock when he reaches for my collar. He’s picked it off the bed and is pressing it against his throat. “Zap me.”
He meant it when he handed me the remote. He wants me to use it…on him.
“No.” I flex my hand, removing my fingers from the remote.
“No?”
“My collar. My punishments.” I won’t touch a single button.
A growl. “Territorial little thing.”
He’s right, but there’s more to it than just my possessiveness. My family and I deserve what he’s doing to us.
He was hurt. He must’ve been.
I won’t punish him for getting even. Winston is probably the one who’d wronged him. It couldn’t have been me. But someone has to pay for my dad’s crimes.
I’ll do it. It’ll be an honor to give Everett the closure he needs.
After that, we can start over. Better. Stronger.
Together.
“I am,” I snap. “Give it back.”
My hand, he’s closed it around the remote.
“Not tonight, you aren’t.” Under the pressure of his fist, Everett doesn’t leave me much of a choice.
“I don’t accept your apology.” I need to distract him. Need to feel him.
He’s stronger, overpowering me. Only thing I can do is arch my back, pressing my body to his.
The slightest brush of his cock against my pussy has me buckling.
“Obey, Aurora,” he says, breath ragged. “Use it against me.”
His hips roll, slow and deliberate. His thick, throbbing length teases me in the cruelest way.
“I won’t.” I can’t tear my eyes away from him. “Not like this.”
“Let me have it.” He guides my thumb to one of the remote buttons, and the rest of him stops moving.
“You’ve had your reasons.”
“That’s no excuse.” Hearing him say that curves his lips down. My soul aches, knowing that I’m right. That he’s been in so much pain. “Press the damn button, Aurora.”
“No, you…” I let out a shuddered breath, my chest aching like my ribs have cracked open. Like being consumed by Everett’s power has stripped me bare. “You saved me.You. Saved. Me.I could never hold that against you.”
“You paint me like I’m some decent man,” Everett growls, forehead grinding against mine, his pulse hammering through his cock. “I tortured you. I’ll do it again. Not because I have to, but because it fucking thrills me. So tell me, do I sound decent to you?”
He tilts his hips, lining himself up to my pussy. He’s so hard that the head slips right in.
The size of him, the stretch, I won’t ever get used to him.
“Someone hurt you first.” My lungs flatten at the invisible pain that’s denser than the air in the room. “Someone wronged you and I—I’m okay with paying the price for it. I’ll take it. Someone has to.”
