Page 68 of Endgame
My pussy aches for his touch. My whole body does.
In another life, I would’ve run into his arms. Hugged him, kissed him.
I would’ve given him my virginity, not been terrified of him taking it.
But in this one, my heart is already shattered.
What’s wrong with him?
What’s wrong with me?
“Who am I to you?” He closes the door softly behind him, and this muted click, it’s the worst. It means he’s in control of himself. That he knows what he’s doing. What he’s going to do. “Answer me, princess.”
“My kidnapper.”
That earns me a raised eyebrow. A dark smile. “Cute. Try again.”
“My monster.” The backs of my knees hit the bed. My breath hitches.
Everett’s focus lands on my parted lips.
“Aurora.” A blink and he’s there. A hand wrapped around my jaw, just above my collar. The other one disarms me of his remote. “Who am I to you?”
Every nerve in my body lights up at his closeness. His hot breath tickles my skin. His shadow is a warm, deceptive blanket sheathing me.
His voice, Jesus, his voice. It’s the finest whiskey. Husky. Woodsy. Thick.
“My husband.” I seethe.
“Good girl.” He spins me, shoving my cheek to the bed. Kicking my legs apart.
Everett places the remote on the bed. My heart beats faster as he bunches the dress up my waist. He catches both my wrists in his firm grip, rubbing me with his thumb.
I see where this is going.
This won’t be just about taking my virginity.
Stroking my pussy with his free hand, he’s forcing my body towantit.
He’s pressing buttons I never realized existed. Rubbing my wetness, turning me into a mess.
This is torture.
“No.” I step on his foot, hard. He doesn’t budge an inch. “Leave me alone. Leave me alone!”
“Who are you to me?” His lips brush against my cheek. His body crowds mine. Fingers stroking faster. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
The somewhat civil man who did my hair earlier today is long gone.
I’m in hell. Married to Lucifer.
The devil who hates me.
“Your wife.” My tears are salty on my tongue as I speak.
“That’s better. Stay.”
Again, he treats me like a pet. Again, my nipples harden, grazing the bed. It isn’t his command that makes me stay, it’s this insufferable lust.
