Page 24 of Endgame
The worst things imaginable.
Oh God.
What happened in his chambers was already too much.
He made me want him, and that can’t happen again.
Except…I can’t forget it.
I’m too drawn to the memory of him.
How he ground his knee between my thighs.
My hand goes to my neck, tracing the path his lips took. Remembering how warm and depraved they felt on my skin.
I’ll break youwas the threat his teeth posed.
His hands caressed my body as if he knew me. Like he could tell what would make me wet.
Like he had the right to turn me on by choking me.
I scratch my throat. Wipe my mouth. Removing his memory from my body.
Being choked, gagged, or pinned up against the wall wasn’t foreplay.
He hates me.
He’ll hurt me.
Marrying him is the least of my concerns. The real nightmare will come after that. I’ll have to survive him day after day.
And so far, life has been peachy, right?
No, it hasn’t, but he can’t know that. I won’t ever tell him he can’t hurt me worse than they did.
He won’t get to use my fucked-up life against me.
The water stops running in the pipes.
A terrifying silence ensues. The fear of the unknown has my anxiety spiking.
Get up, Aurora, a voice whispers.You have to be ready when he’s back here.
What’s the use?
He’s stronger. Vicious and more calculated than I’ll ever be.
I won’t be able to overpower him.
A whooshing sound puts me on high alert.
The door to his room. He’s opened it.
The house is warm, keeping the chill of the fall outside.
Still.
Shivers run up and down my spine. My fingers dig into the covers. Eyes snap shut.
