Page 192 of Endgame
I’m going to reward her for it. “We aren’t.”
“There’s no use denying it.” In her desperation, she sinks her nails into my skin. A last-ditch effort to wake me up. “I saw your face in the library. I’m her daughter. Yoursister’sdaughter.”
“I have my suspicions, yes. Still.” One last glance at those tortured eyes before the truth unburdens her. “We aren’t blood-related. That’s a guarantee.”
“What?” Her eyebrows shoot up. I feel the movement on my forehead. “You said—you said she was?—”
“My sister,” I cut her off, pushing her back a few inches. This part of our conversation is serious. I’m treating it like one. “Before you let me finish the story, I told you she was my sister, and it’s the truth.”
“And?”
“Ever since she’d been left on our doorstep, that’s what she was to me.” I take a deep breath. “Blood or not, she’ll always be my sister.”
A range of emotions flashes over Aurora’s face.
First, her eyes narrow in confusion. Then widen as realization sinks in. A moment later, her nose twitches and her chin dimples.
A new wave of tears follows. “So we aren’t blood-related?”
“No.”
“God!” Growling, she lands one small punch after another to my chest. I let her. It’s adorable. “You’re insufferable. Couldn’t you just start with that? What is wrong with you?”
“I warned you.”
She whimpers from how hard I squeeze her throat. I yank her to me, putting my lips to her ear.
“I’m many things. A son. A brother. Your husband. The man you’re stuck with for fucking life. But I’m not a good man.”
“You’re the worst. I hate that I love you. I— Oh,” Aurora breathes out. Her body stiffens. Then she tries to push off me, her cheeks darkening further. “Oh.”
At the confusing reaction, I lift an eyebrow. “Oh?”
She shoots both her hands down her body. Cupping her pussy that’s spread out on top of me.
“Fuck,” she cries out, tremors racking through her.
That does it. “Tell me right the fuck now. What’s wrong?”
“Let me go.” Not waiting for me to obey, Aurora wriggles until she manages to break from my hold. She twists to the side, both hands still cupping her pussy. Her expression is tormented. “Let me go.”
“Never.”
“Ugh!” she huffs, her enraged eyes meeting mine. “Well, you brought this on yourself.”
It doesn’t make sense until it does. Until her fist connects with my crotch, twice and—motherfucker—hard. My instincts fuck me over, sending my hands to my cock.
Aurora doesn’t waste a second.
“Sorry,” she squeals as she scrambles out of the car.
“Aurora!” I’m not upset that she’s tricked me. It’s the way she doubles over as she sprints back to the house.
The pain I witnessed on her face. My heart can’t take it.
I’m out of the SUV, taking off after her. “Aurora, come back here right this minute.”
“Sorry!” The word rips out, clipped and broken. “I’ll see you t-t-tomorrow. Dammit.”
