Page 33 of Endgame
For all I know, her innocent act could be a ruse.
“Because I fucking said so.”
When she tries to move to the side, to get away from my cock that’s pressed against her pussy, I pin her down harder to the bed with my hand on her thigh.
“You’ll walk down the aisle in front of everyone we know because I. Said. So.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “As my bride, you’ll wear virginal white, but it’ll only be for show. That same night, Aurora, I’m going to make you my whore.”
She slaps me across the face.
“Keep hitting me. Test me.” I sit up, glowering at her. “See how far that gets you.”
“You’re the one testing me.” Her eyes shoot daggers at me.
“I own you.” With my free hand, I pluck out the engagement gift I brought to her out of the tote and force it onto her wedding finger.
Aurora’s eyes widen at the ring. A cushion-cut diamond, over a million dollars’ worth, fit for someone I should love.
I don’t love Aurora. I’m mocking her with this ridiculously giant ring that glints under the light, sharp and blinding.
“I get to do whatever I want with you.”
Since Aurora snarls at the ring, I assume I’ve made my point and get on with it.
“You, on the other hand?—”
“Go to hell.” Her choked voice is music to my ears.
It would be deliciously hoarse once I fuck her throat.
I lift her second present to her face. The sleek, black velvet box reveals nothing.
My future wife freaks out anyway. Nails clawing at my forearm over my shirt. Screams screeching in my ears.
“Stop it.” I have a hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply almost completely. “The staff was ordered to ignore your screams. Nevertheless, I’m not having it. I won’t have a brat for a wife. You will learn to behave.”
That quiets her. That also has tears running down her cheeks.
At last.
“Tell me,” she breathes out while I open the box. “Please, just tell me why you’re doing this.”
The small remote and the key to the collar are already in my pocket. I had a member of my staff buy it and charge the remote earlier today.
“As I mentioned, it’s because I want to.” I wrap the collar around her neck, then lock it. “Because you’re mine.”
Her cries ofnoandpleaseturn me into a bloodthirsty vampire.
“Because you deserve it.”
“I don’t”—Aurora manages to slip from under me, then she’s scrambling off the bed. Hands raised between us, she backs up toward the door—“deserve anything.”
“Come back here.” I stay very still. “This is your last chance, brat.”
My thumb runs over the remote’s button. She’s too focused on my face to see me holding it.
“I’m going to leave now.” The sound of her fear is hot.
“No, you aren’t.”
