Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
That’s a scary thought.
I vaguely remember that I only have a few months left of the agreement we had, but I stopped thinking about that a long time ago.
I bite my lower lip as I open my eyes. Jonathan stands in front of me, his jacket slung over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He lost the tie somewhere during the flight. Some strands of his black hair are tousled and falling over his forehead, making him appear the most ruggedly handsome I’ve ever seen him.
He’s studying me intently. He’s always doing that, watching me, pulling me to the centre of his attention as if I’ve always belonged there. “You should go rest.”
“I’m fine.” Rest is the last thing on my mind right now. I clench my thighs together, trapping the tingles in. I can’t believe I’m turned on by just his appearance.
If Lay hears about this, she won’t let me live it down.
“You must have jet lag, Aurora.”
“I don’t.”
“You might not feel it now, but exhaustion will soon take over you. It’ll be better once you sleep.”
“I slept enough on the plane.”
He sighs. “Must you have an objection to everything? Stop fighting me about your health and go rest.”
I’m apparently doing a shit job at showing my interest, so I try again, this time lowering my voice. “Are you going to join me?”
I swear something shines in his eyes, but the blank façade returns all too soon. “I have to make a few calls.”
“Fine.” I huff, getting to my feet. “Whatever.”
I bypass him and stomp to the stairs like an angry kid with issues. Damn him.
Upstairs, there are only two rooms, so I go into the first one. Sure enough, there’s a large bed with white sheets, and the curtains are drawn, hiding the sun.
I kick my shoes off, then jerkily strip off my clothes. Disappointment sticks at the back of my throat like a foul aftertaste, but I refuse to acknowledge it.
Screw Jonathan.
I step into the glass shower and let the cool water submerge me. A full-body mirror is positioned in front of me, making me watch myself shower. It must be another one of the prince’s creations — a weird as hell one. Who even does that?
I close my eyes and try to let the flow of the water rinse away my thoughts. But no matter how long I stand there, my mind keeps jumping back to the shitshow I left behind in England. This island is merely a temporary solution.
There’s no way in hell I can escape forever. Besides, now that Layla and her family are involved, it’s one more reason to not escape. It’s not like I can take them all and smuggle them to Scotland or out of the UK with me.
A warm body envelops me from behind, his hard chest moulding to my wet back. He pulls my hair to the side, baring my throat before he wraps a hand around it.
Jonathan’s lips graze the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “Is this what you meant by joining you?”
My thighs tighten as the earlier wave of arousal slams back into me with a vengeance. There’s nothing I love more than the feel of Jonathan’s body glued to my skin and his hot breaths mingled with mine.
His free hand comes down on my arse, and I yelp, my eyes shooting open. God. It hurts so good with the water like this.
My eyes meet his through the mirror. It’s slightly foggy now with the steam, but I can make out the spark in those dark greys.
“What was that for?” My voice is so lustful, it would’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t so turned on.
“To get your attention. It needs to always be on me.” He grabs me hard by the arse. “Not anyone else. Me.”
“Why?” I ask in the same voice, just to challenge him. Jonathan loves that — challenges, I mean.
His grip tightens on my arse. “This is mine. Everything you have belongs to me, and no one gets to touch or hurt you under my watch.”
He spanks me again and I slap a hand against the mirror, the water forming a rivulet that runs down the condensation as his words leave the confinements of my ear and creep under my skin.
“No one?” My voice is soft, small, and filled with all the insecurities I’ve carried for endless years.
“No fucking one, Aurora.” His voice drops. “Not even yourself.”
“Jonathan…” I stare at him through the small visible space in the mirror.
He slaps my arse once more, making me shiver in both pleasure and pain. “What is it?”
“Ohh…I…”
“Those aren’t words. Use actual ones.” There’s slight amusement beneath the order.
I place my other hand on the mirror to anchor myself. For some reason, it feels as if I’ll fall if I don’t.
My gaze meets his through the mirror. “Take me.”