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“Spoiled little princess.” Gathering my cum that’s on her ass, I push one finger inside her. Up to the first knuckle.

It’s a tight fit.

Well, well. She hasn’t been touched or fucked in her ass as well as her pussy. I’m sure she’d be in pain if she were awake for this.

But…she isn’t. Aurora doesn’t even stir.

I don’t smirk. Don’t laugh or draw pleasure from humiliating her. This goddamn guilt creeps up as if it’s never left.

Adding another finger helps numb my overly loud conscience. I concentrate on pumping my thick fingers in and out of her, guaranteeing she’ll be sore later.

She’ll wake with a sting and she’ll know who did it to her.

Me? I won’t show or feel remorse. Not an ounce of it.

Ever.

“Something’s missing, don’t you think, princess?”

As if I haven’t been cruel enough.

You have.The angel on my shoulder sounds oddly familiar.

You haven’t.That other voice, that’s me. Louder. Meaner.

More resolute.

The butt plug in my bedside drawer is new. The rest are in a safe in my closet, ready for my future bride.

After I grab it, I settle back between her thighs. The plug gleams under the soft light.

Aurora’s ass is still slick, still so small. Even relaxed, the plug takes a few twists and turns, and my spit until it slips inside her.

She stretches beautifully around the plug.

For a moment, I’m consumed by the sight of her.

I’m the only man to have seen her like this. The only man who ever will.

Possessiveness slams into me, heavy and unwelcome. It has no place here.

Pain, torture, and revenge do.

I’ll do well to remember that.

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AURORA

Bright light shines through my closed eyelids. A hand rests gently on my arm, softly stirring me.

“Miss Clarke.” The woman’s voice is unfamiliar. “Miss Clarke, it’s time to wake up.”

Did Mom hire a new staff member? That’d be a first. Kind of. The only way change happens in this house is if someone dies.

I hope one of them did. They never help me. Just stand there and turn their heads whenever Dad drags me to the basement or locks me in my room.

Maybe this new person would finally be decent.