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)
She releases a needy sound but says nothing.
“Answer me and you might get a redo.”
“Yes.” Her voice is barely audible, but it’s the only answer I need.
I use my other hand to unbuckle my belt and don’t bother undressing. As soon as my dick is out, I drive balls-deep inside her, making her shift against the desk. Even though I take it easy, I know I’m too big for her, considering how she strangles me every time.
“Holy shit,” she moans, her body moving in synergy with mine.
For someone who was dead for so long, her body comes undone around me in no time.
My hand keeps her caged against the wood as I thrust into her. My free fingers tease the plug in her arse, pulling it out the slightest bit before driving it back in. The movements of my dick match that of the toy, causing her to writhe against the table
“Oh, Jonathan… Aahh!”
She falls apart all around me, her tight cunt strangling my dick and wrenching out my own release.
I empty inside her with a grunt, my seed filling her pussy and dripping between her thighs.
A wave of possessiveness hits me at the way she continues clenching around me, milking me until there’s nothing left.
She’s mine.
Fucking mine.
And always will be.
I’ll keep owning her until I put a fucking baby inside her.
In the past, Aiden was the only offspring I needed, but now, I’m chaining Aurora to me, and if a baby is what it’ll take, then that’s what it will be.
22
Aurora
“I’m not bored at all, mate. I get to be with Daddy.”
I laugh at Layla’s tone. She almost sounds offended that I suggested she might be bored out of her mind at Ethan’s place. Since it’s been more than a week, I’m starting to get restless, so I thought she might feel the same.
“Besides, there’s also Agnus,” she whispers. “And he’s, like, totally Daddy material, too. I’m going to collect them all.”
“You need help, Lay.”
“Shut up. You’ve got your Daddy-in-practice.”
“I do not.” My cheeks heat as I say the words. Jonathan is sitting on the sofa opposite me, and even though his attention is on the tablet, I have no doubt that he’s also focused on the conversation.
There’s no way in shit I can ask Layla about the state of things in England. He won’t hesitate to snatch the phone away and end the call.
He’s a tyrant about that — amongst other things.
I tuck my hair behind my ears. “So is everything else good? Are you comfortable?”
“Absolutely. This is like a holiday and Daddy’s mansion is the best.”
“It is?”
“Totally. He’s taking good care of us.”
“I’m so glad. Thank Ethan on my behalf.”
“He’s right outside. Do you want to talk to him?”
“Yeah, sure.” I’ve barely finished the sentence when Jonathan stands up and towers over me, extending his hand.
I sigh, glaring up at him. “On second thought, I’ll thank him in person, Lay. Talk to you later.”
As soon as I hang up, I shove the phone into Jonathan’s hand, seething on the inside.
He tucks it in his pocket and sits beside me, still cradling his tablet. “You will not thank Ethan, on the phone or in person. The next time you see him, you’ll walk the opposite way.”
And just like that, he returns to his tablet. Now that he’s issued his order, his job is done.
Well, screw him.
I take a few moments to suck in deep breaths, because if I speak while agitated, it’ll just backfire on me. Jonathan’s level of conniving intelligence doesn’t hesitate to use people’s emotions against them.
“If I’m thankful to Ethan, I’ll express it.”
He doesn’t lift his head. “You will not.”
“Well, you wouldn’t know if I meet him behind your back.”
I realise the severity of what I’ve just said too late. Jonathan’s attention zeroes in on me, his jaw clenching under his five o’clock shadow. “What did you just say?”
“I said I’m free to meet whomever I like.” I stand my ground, yet my fingers tremble. To say Jonathan looks scary right now would be an understatement.
“Repeat your exact words, Aurora.”
When I remain quiet, he abandons the tablet. I don’t notice it until he grabs me by the throat and tugs me to his side. His touch is firm, merciless, and while it usually turns me on, the expression on his face terrifies the hell out of me.
“Did you just say you’ll meet Ethan behind my fucking back? Is that it?”
“Well, if you don’t let me —”
“It’s a yes or no question,” he cuts me off.
“I won’t do it,” I whisper. Even though I like challenging Jonathan, stirring up his ugly side is an entirely different thing.
He gets weird about anything that includes Ethan, and I sure as hell don’t want to get in the middle of that.
“You won’t do what?” His grip tightens on my throat, and this time, arousal expands across my skin.