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I open my mouth to sayyes, except he doesn’t care about my answer. As soon as my lips part, Everett shoves himself deep into my mouth.
All the way down my throat.
I swallow, desperately trying to breathe through this invasion. Because that’s what it is. He’s not asking—he’s fucking my throat, ruthless and cruel.
He’s taking what’s his, and that’s me.
“Your lips. Fuck. Look at you, stretched around my cock.”
There’s still blood on his length, no matter how hard I try to be good for him. I keep licking the taste of copper and my arousal off him.
“So fucking eager to take me.” Everett swipes some of it off on his thumb, smearing blood on my cheeks. Marking me. “Good little cum slut. Lick me. Suck.Yes. My God, you’re beautiful.”
At his words, at his undivided attention, I cry. I weep. I revel in being owned so thoroughly.
The sound he makes when he comes down my throat is unlike anything I’ve ever heard.
It shakes the foundation of this mansion. It reaches into my heart. Into the recesses of my soul, the parts of me I never knew existed.
“Baby.” I’m delirious, but I still hear him.
I’m still present for his care as he helps me up and removes my collar. He washes me with the utmost care, wraps me in a towel, and carries me to bed.
The towel he wrapped me in vanishes. I’m in a haze, letting my arms rise and fall as Everett dresses me in one of his T-shirts. He helps me put on a pair of clean underwear.
“Where’d you find the pad?” I mumble when he secures it on my panties.
He glances at me, his eyes warm. “In our bathroom.”
Oh, that’s right. He had a sister. My…maybe my mom. Of course he remembered to buy pads for me.
They just weren’t in one of the guest bathrooms.
My mom.
I yawn, refusing to tackle any more of this heartache tonight. I’m so happy. I’m keeping this emotion close to my heart for a bit longer.
Somehow, we’ve ended up in bed, both of us under the covers with Everett on his back and me curled into his side.
“Don’t get used to it.” His fingertips trace a path up and down my spine, gentle, steady, grounding.
“To what?” I tease as sleep starts stealing me away. “You, being nice?”
“To your period.” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head. “By this time next month, you’ll be carrying my child.”
35
EVERETT
“What, you’re driving me today?” The awe on Aurora’s face is almost enough to undo me.
She stands in my driveway, hands shoved in the pockets of her black slacks, chest rising and falling as she stares at me. At the fob in my hand.
Her small feet bounce impatiently in ballet flats.
This beautiful woman, she’s been undoing me all weekend. Alone, in bed, she’s given me everything. Her soul, her body, her submission.
She ruined me in the best way. And me, I didn’t just rail her—I worshipped her. With my hands. My mouth. My words.
