Page 36 of Endgame
Ready to be defiled.
Aurora and my revenge both captivate me. I push myself to sit on the edge of the bed next to her legs.
My fingers flex over her back. My cock jerks with sick satisfaction since she won’t wake up.
This stubborn, perfect fucking disaster is going to make my life a living hell. And I, in return, will derive immense pleasure from taming her.
She’ll take it. She’ll cry and bargain.
But that’s the thing about being owned. You don’t get a say in anything.
With my fingers sliding down her body, Aurora doesn’t so much as tremble. I hook them on the hem of her skirt, taking my time as I push it up her thighs. I’m indulgent, and yes, dammit, she feels nice.
She’s also a dirty, filthy girl.
A smirk tugs at my lips as I look at the dark spot on her white underwear. The reminder of how I broke her in my office. With my knee between her legs, she moaned for me despite herself.
Pressing my finger to the fabric, I realize it’s adrieddark spot.
“Tsk, tsk.” I don’t have to be cruel. She doesn’t hear me. And yet I do. “If you want to survive me, Miss Clarke, you can’t afford to be dry. Ever.”
I never thought the day would come that I’d talk to a woman that way. Treat her that way.
There’s no excuse for it.
No explanation, other than I’ve changed. My heart is buried beneath layers of dirt in the ground. What’s left of me is vengeance and lust.
Aurora is getting both.
My phone flashes with a message. Another one.
Whoever’s looking for me will have to wait.
Touching her is what I want. It’s what I’m taking.
I inch closer, spreading her legs for me.
Then I slide her panties to the side and push her ass a little higher.
Desire slices through me, sharp and cutting as a cleaver.
Aurora is more than a temptation. She’s every need I didn’t know I had personified.
Her cunt is so fucking distracting, and hell no… I don’t want her, the person.
Her body, that’s what I want. That’s what I’m going to ruin.
I start by pushing my thumb between her lips, sliding it in and out of her cunt.
Just when her wetness coats my entire finger, my damn phone stops me.
This time, I glance at the screen and know I have to get it.
It’s Stafford.
The one person other than my family who actually gave a fuck about any of us.
He’d been there for my parents. For me.
