Page 78 of Endgame
Every part of her speaks right to my cock.
“Let’s see.” I flip her to face the mirror, yanking her back against me, my hips grinding into her ass. “Between your screaming fits and constant shoplifting, I doubt you’ve ever had a real taste of the civilized world. Lucky for you, I’ll show you what it means to function like a human being.”
That’s a lie. I couldn’t care less how she carries herself around other people. I just get off on punishing her.
Her lips pinch. Nostrils flare. The creases lining her smooth forehead are incredibly satisfying.
“You might remember this part of the house. It’s called a bathroom.” With one hand, I undo the button on my jeans, lower the zipper, and take my cock out. With the other, I grip Aurora’s throat.
“Bastard.”
“These”—I force her to look at the vanity—“are toothbrushes. In this tube, you’ll find what we call toothpaste. Your hairbrush is on the other side.” I tilt her head there. “I used it on your hair yesterday. Twice.”
“You’re not humiliating me. You can’t.” Wiggling, fighting me, it gets her nowhere. “Leave me alone. I can brush my teeth by myself.”
“Whatevertheytaught you, you’re going to unlearn.” Her clenched ass is no obstacle to me. I pull her hips back, the flimsyfabric of her nightgown bunched beneath my thumb. My knee settles between her thighs. “You’re my wife now. Even brushing your teeth will be done on my terms. Brat.”
My teeth find her shoulder. They open over the purple mark I left on her.
Our eyes lock in the mirror.
Hers are terrified.
Mine are territorial.
This possessiveness that’s ever-present when I’m near Aurora is becoming a problem.
“Please.” Too late. Her body works against her. Melting into me. I put the toothbrush in her hand. Rock my hips into her, sliding myself between her wet inner thighs. “Please, Everett.”
“Are you going to talk back next time?” With the toothbrush in her hand, I adjust my cock. Line myself up to her pussy. Push in an inch.
She’s swollen from last night. From coming all over my cock while I pounded mercilessly into her.
Soaked.
It’s hard not to curse at her tightness. A challenge not to stuff her full of me with one push.
She’s bracing for pain, but she’s not scared of it anymore. The dirty little princess gets off on this—on me. The harsher I am, the filthier I talk, the more it turns her on.
Which means I’ll have to go harder.
Both of us need it, the reminder of why we’re here.
“Stop it.” She steps on my bare feet. Laughable, this technique she’s adopted. Thinking that she could do any real damage to a man twice her size. Fucking admirable too. “You aren’t this person. Can’t be. This is insane.”
“I’m your husband. I own you.” One shove, and I’m inside her cunt, tearing a groan out of both of us. “I can be whatever I want to be.”
My muscles flex, and my lungs are hot with the need for her. I might be bigger, might be the one caging her in, but it’s Aurora who possesses me.
Her pussy is gripping me. Her scent and that of her shampoo make me heady. Jesus fuck.
I’ll never admit it to her, ever, how there’s no other place I’d rather be.
My fuckable wife isn’t the only one who’s desperate for this. Being inside Aurora doesn’t feel like punishing her at all.
I ache for this.
More than ache.
