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“Look at how wet you are, darling,” he growls out in myear, rubbing my clit in slow, teasing circles. “You’re practically begging for it.”

“Fuck you,” I choke out, even as my body betrays me and leans into his touch. He chuckles darkly, his fingers sliding inside me, slowly pumping in and out.

“Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” He hisses, tightening his grip on my throat, cutting off my air supply. My vision swims, the edges of my reality blurring as I struggle to breathe.

“Come for me,” he demands, rubbing my clit harder and faster, driving me towards the edge. And despite myself, despite everything I do, my body shudders with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

As my vision clears, and I gasp in a lungful of air, he releases my throat and calls me a good girl, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He licks his fingers clean, smirking at me as I stand there, reeling from it all.

“See?” he says softly, brushing a stray hair from my face. “I know what you need, Aurora. And whether you like it or not, I will give it to you.”

The room feels heavy, and my chest is tight with anxiety. I can’t believe what just happened. My body still trembles from the orgasm, but my mind is racing with fear and confusion.

“Pack your shit,” Felix orders, his voice cold and commanding. “We’re moving to Sydney.”

“Fuck you.” The words come out before I can stop them. “I’m not going anywhere with you, especially not back to that hellhole.”

His dark eyes narrow as he takes in my defiance, and I feel a shiver of unease crawl down my spine.

“Darling, you don’t have a choice,” he says with a dangerous edge to his voice.

“Like hell, I don’t!” I snap, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “You don’t own me, Felix!”

He takes a step closer, towering over me as he leans in. “No one will ever hurt you again, Aurora,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“By dragging me back to the place where it all started?” I scoff, my heart pounding in my chest. “You must be fucking insane!”

“Maybe,” he admits with a shrug. “But I know what’s best for you whether you want to admit it or not. And right now, that’s being with me.”

“Being with a goddamn killer?” I hiss, my voice shaking with anger. “That’s supposed to be better than living with my past?”

“Trust me, darling,” he coos, running his fingers through my hair. “With me, you’ll never have to worry about anyone hurting you again.”

“Except for you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Especially me,” he says, his grip on my hair tightening just a fraction. “Because I would never let anything happen to you.”

“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “I can’t go back there.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have a choice.” His words are final, leaving no room for argument. “You’re coming with me, and that’s that.”

My stomach churns with fear and revulsion as the realityof my situation sinks in. But even as tears prick my eyes and my heart aches with despair, a twisted part of me knows he’s right. I need him, whether I want to admit it or not.

“Fine,” I relent, my voice barely a whisper. “But don’t think for a second that this means I belong to you.”

“Of course not, darling,” he purrs, a dark smile playing on his lips. “What’s mine is yours, as they say.”

But as he walks away, the weight of his words sink in. I now belong to another again. I can feel the walls closing in on me.

Chapter Eleven

Felix Greyson

As I dial up Angel, my fingers tap impatiently on the table. “Angel,” I say, my voice firm. “I need all of Aurora’s shit packed and shipped to my place in Dee Why.”

“Can do,” he replies without missing a beat.

“Charge a visit to Candy on my card for all your hard work.” I smile and hang up, satisfied he will take care of everything. Aurora needs to be surrounded by her own things, even if she doesn’t realise it yet. I can’t have her feeling out of place in my mansion, after all.

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