Page 37 of Endgame
When everyone else, except our paid investigators, got tired of searching for Lotus, he came with me. He and I, we’d drive around, looking for her on street corners and in small towns in our area. Call hospitals to ask about her—yes, her again.
His kind green eyes were tear-filled when I told him my parents had passed away. He delivered the eulogy before we buried them when I couldn’t.
I can’t ignore him.
I reach over Aurora, grab my phone, and return to where I was seated.
Stafford:My parents called me about the shotgun wedding we planned.
Stafford:Mom mentioned that the Clarkes never really liked you. They were clueless.
Stafford:Meaning they weren’t lying back then. They had no idea about any of it.
Stafford:They couldn’t have helped us. I’m not defending them or anything. They’re still assholes. Justthought you should know.
His parents and what they could or couldn’t do for us is meaningless. I’m past that.
Aurora is my present. A knocked-out Clarke, here in my bed.
While I spread Aurora’s legs wider, settling between them, I type out a message.
Me:Thanks. See you tomorrow.
Send.
Phone out of the way, I’m able to fully focus on what I crave the most—taking my anger out on her.
The beating pulse in my cock is relentless as I watch her smooth skin, the wetness trickling down Aurora’s thigh from when I had my thumb inside.
My eyes roam over her body. My breath is hot, each inhale setting fire to my lungs.
Aurora is at a disadvantage.
And I’m equally screwed.
I shouldn’t bethisattracted to her. My nerves shouldn’t feel raw and exposed like this.
Without thought, my hands run up the backs of her knees, her thighs. The crease that leads to her ass. I squeeze her with all the hate I have within me.
Because she’s alive. Because I want her.
Punishable offenses for which I twist her panties and tug. The bunched-up fabric presses to her cunt, to her asshole.
My pulse goes as wild as my desire.
Finally, I’m wrecking this beautiful, filthy princess.
This is only the beginning. I pull harder as I imagine filling both her holes with my cum. Making her want it despite herself.
That’s a far better revenge than just making her take it.
She’ll end up hating me and herself.
However, I’ll always be there to remind her to hate me a little more.
I’ll be there to tell her in person that I swapped her birth control pills.
Earlier, I told her they were delivered to me by her mother. What I didn’t mention was that I had my driver go get me identical-looking mints so I could make the switch myself, right there at my bench in court.
