Page 80 of Endgame
The feel of her. My God, thefeelof her.
One.
I lose it.
I move my hand to her hip, never letting go of the toothbrush, and rail Aurora. Hard.
Every thrust is a retribution. For turning me into this man. For taking up space between my ribs.
All thiswant. All thisneed. I rut faster, harder into her. I give her every ounce of my resentment by dragging my cock along her tight walls, then slamming back into her tightness.
Claiming her is no longer a notion. A concept. A revenge.
It’s the blood running through my veins.
My wife belongs to me. And I’m taking what’s mine.
“Stop being a brat.” My words are more like grunts. My teeth graze the shell of her ear. “Brush your teeth like you told me you could, or your punishment will be devastating.”
Her whimper is exquisite. She’s trying hard, shaking as she runs the brush over her teeth and moans.
This woman wrecks me, and I crave more.
“That’s a good little slut,” I praise and degrade her, slowing the pace of my thrusts.
Going impossibly deeper. Stretching her for me.
Her hair flails every time I rock my hips into her. Her tits bounce, tempting me to abuse them. Bite them.
Later. We have our whole lives ahead of us.
Her nightgown is a problem, as it hides her from me. I have to see her. Have to own all of her.
The neckline crumples in my big hand.
One, two, and—there.
Torn, right down the middle.
“Oh God.” The words are garbled while she continues to brush her teeth. “Oh. Oh.”
Fuck her toothbrush.
The damn thing goes flying to the other side of the room. I grab Aurora’s hair, bending her until she’s level with the faucet.
She coughs when I turn the lever. Water begins to run.
“Rinse.” I let go of her hair, tucking it behind her shoulder.
I’m being selfish, refusing to miss out on one single tear.
Aurora doesn’t disappoint me. Fuck, she’s being so good. My enemy. Letting me fuck her.
Letting me look at her.
The villain in her story.
She tries her best to appease me. Lips parted, tongue out, she’s catching the water in her mouth.
