Page 75 of Their Deviant Love
My heart rate picks up. They’re here. My mind goes back to that place. Chained up in the dark, not knowing when the blows were coming. The stench, the pain.
“I’m coming,” I tell Connor.
I’m taking that fear away. I’m killing those memories and replacing them with new ones. I’m going to show them who I really am. Aurora Valentino. Aurora O’Malley? Either way, I’m not a wilting flower. I am not the victim.
I open the car door and wait for Connor to round the hood. Then, with his hand firmly gripped in mine, we walk into the warehouse.
The two men are chained to what I’m assuming are butcher hooks hanging down from the ceiling. They’ve already been worked over by Connor’s guys.
“That’s them?” I have no idea what I was expecting. “I can do anything?”
“Anything.” Connor points to a wooden table off to the side of the room.
I release my grip on his hand and walk over to the table where a variety of tools are laid out in front of me. As my finger brushes along a few of them, I realize this isn’t what I want. So I take the gun from the holster under my jacket, the pretty gold one Connor gifted me. I can’t think of a better way to use it for the first time than by killing my demons.
I approach the closest guy. “This is quicker than you deserve. See you in hell, motherfucker.” I raise the gun, take aim, and pull the trigger. Blood splatters from the center of his head.
That was more cathartic than I thought.
I then step to the side and look at the other man.
“Don’t,” he says.
I tilt my head and then raise my gun. “Don’t what? This?” I pull the trigger, sending a bullet right through his skull. “Huh, guess he doesn’t have any objections now,” I say when I turn around.
Connor is smirking. He holds out a hand to me. “Let’s go home.”
As soon as we’re back in the car, I stop Connor from starting the engine by climbing over the center console and straddling him.
“I need you to fuck me, Connor. Now,” I tell him as my hands fumble with his belt. I can’t get to his cock quick enough. I need to feel, and the only way I know how to do that is by having him fuck me.
Connor’s hand wraps around my hair. He tilts my head backwards, and then his lips slam on mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth, fucking it with a frenzy. When I finally get hiscock free, my hand strokes him a few times. He’s already hard, and I’m weeping. There’s no need for foreplay.
I move my panties to the side, line myself up with the tip of his cock, and sink down on him. I groan into his mouth as I start grinding against him. Connor’s hands slide to my waist as he sets the pace, thrusting his hips upwards into me.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him. I’m so close.
“Fucking come for me, Aurora. Come all over my cock,” Connor grunts.
“So close.” I lean forward and rest my forehead against his.
Connor’s pace slows, his fingers find my clit, and he rubs small circles around the hardened bud.
“Oh god!”
Our eyes never lose their connection. I rub myself against his fingers and move up and down his cock. Then I’m coming apart. Connor thrusts into me three more times before he pulls out, his cum spilling all over my upper thighs.
“Thank you,” I say breathlessly.
Connor’s chest vibrates with a chuckle. “Fucking you isn’t something you ever need to thank me for, princess.”
I don’t tell him this. But mythank youwas more for the fact that he pulled out. Which he has been doing a lot lately. Ever since I told him about not wanting to get pregnant. I know he wouldn’t care. He would be the perfect husband, the perfect father, if that were to happen. I just don’t think we need to experience it at eighteen.
Chapter Thirty-Four
We’ve been back in Dublin for a couple of days. The idea of contacting Aurora’s father to find out how exactly this getting out is going to work has crossed my mind. I don’t want him to think I need his help, though, so I haven’t done it.
“Connor, did you know my father and Zio Theo are here? In Dublin?” Aurora asks me.
