Page 31 of Endgame
“See, I don’t think so.” I move my hand up Aurora’s jaw to the back of her head, until I’m tugging on her bun. Her hair is soft. Her hot body is a distraction I try hard to set aside. “What I’m going to do is marry this pretty little thing tomorrow at our bi-monthly meeting. A few hours later, I’m going to fuck her vir—wait. Princess, are you a virgin?”
I haven’t considered it before, but now I need to know if another man has taken her cunt.
I’m not being territorial. I’m really not.
This is just another layer of my revenge plan.
Her dad says nothing.
I wouldn’t have been able to hear him anyway, because his daughter has stolen my entire attention. With her lips thatpart and close several times. With how she squirms in my lap, hardening my cock.
I want that to be all mine. All of her.
“Aurora.” Winston scoffs. “Keep your mouth shut. Don’t embarrass us.”
“I am,” she says, sounding as invested in hurting her father as I am. “I’m a virgin.”
“Good girl.” I shouldn’t be rubbing her nape. Her eyes shouldn’t flutter at the rough touch. But since our contact turns her father into a human tomato, I allow it. “As I was saying. I’m going to fuck her virgin cunt. That’s what’s going to happen.”
“We’ll see about that.”
His threats might work on young girls. On his employees.
I’m neither of those.
“Before you hang up, future father-in-law.”
Aurora gasps when I tug on her silky hair.
“Here’s a preview for tomorrow.”
Time stills as I twist my fiancée’s face to mine. I’m vicious, goddamn ruthless about tugging on her roots. On inhaling her sweet scent.
Please, stop, she mouths, wanting the words to reach me and only me.
I’m not in the mood to entertain her, even less so with my cock throbbing. With my temples pounding from wanting to ruin both her and him so bad.
“No.”
One breath. Then I crush my lips to hers while holding the phone up for her dad to see. Giving him a taste of my nightmares.
Taking what’s mine.
She screams into my mouth. Screams louder when my teeth pierce her bottom lip. I lean into the kiss, licking her delicious blood off her.
Fuck, she tastes good. Even her fists that pound against my chest feel like something else.
Like more.
I want that elusivemore. More kissing, more biting, more taking from her.
I do it until the air in the room shifts.
Until Aurora gives in. She moans into my mouth. Opens her lips wider.
She’s hesitant and so sweet that I can’t help but rub my tongue against hers. Gently.
The background noise from the other line is silenced. Winston must’ve ended the call.
