Page 29 of Endgame
The first time I saw Aurora as a woman, not a girl, was at one of the Royalty meetings. She was nineteen then.
Her expression was closed off. Condescending.
It didn’t make her any less mesmerizing. That blue gown clung to her body like it was made just for her. My fingers itched to curl around her neck.
Under different circumstances, I might’ve even liked her.
I was definitely obsessed with her.
Begrudgingly, my enemy has been the only woman on my mind ever since. I haven’t touched another woman in all that time.
But that’s beside the point.
The point is, she didn’t talk to anyone. I finally notice now that she never did.
Not even her parents.
Fuck. What am I missing here?
Nothing. Goddamn nothing.
She’s using her body to manipulate me, and for a second there, I let my cock take over my sense of mission.
Never again.
The emotional wall I’ve erected between us reminds me of why I’m doing this in the first place. For who.
My family.
Mine is dead, and I’m here to ruin theirs.
Winston takes a moment to recover, his gaze darting between me and his deceitful daughter. “Don’t you dare tell me to shut up.”
“Giving me orders, Winston?” Fuck my attraction to her. Fuck that pang in my chest. This is about revenge. “That’s rich.”
I slide my hand up her stomach, brushing my fingertips over her blouse and feeling the light weight of breast in my palm.
Winston’s face grows even redder, if that’s possible. Her mother gasps.
Aurora buries her face in my chest. But the poor, humiliated thing is too slow to hide her mouth against my shirt, and now all three of us hear her moan.
The sound and my obscene touch elicit a growl from her dad.
Unfortunately, he isn’t enraged enough, so I keep going up, up, up.
My hand clasps around Aurora’s throat. I don’t choke her. Don’t demand a life for a life. There’ll be time for that.
After I’m done playing with her. After I stop feeling so fucking poisoned by years of hate.
“You better not damage her,” he warns.
“Damage how?” I tighten my hold like I’m about to kill her. No one has to know that I won’t.
She yelps, her head snapping up to look at me.
Despite the pain and humiliation, she searches for me.
Maybe it’s shame that stops her from turning to her parents.
