Page 130 of Endgame
“That’s it.” I’m back to winding my fingers in her hair, dragging her up and down my length. “That’s fucking it.”
Her spit drips down my balls. Her gagging sounds reverberate on my cock. Her nails dig into my thighs, the pain making me feel alive.
It makes me hers. “Let me ruin those pretty lips. My pretty wife.”
She hums. Beautiful. Fuckable.
I shove her harder up and down my cock for thinking she could keep manipulating me.
“Do you think Molly and Winston will want to see you like this?” I’m bluffing, though she has no idea. She won’t until I tell her I lied. “What a whore I made of their daughter?”
God, her scream on my cock. The vibrations. The pain. Mine. All of her is mine.
“Enough.” When I pull her off me, her lips are swollen. They glisten with spit. Eyes shining in pain. “Hold still so I can take a picture of you.”
No one will ever have their hands on this picture I’m talking about.
But these emotions on her face.
I fucking love it.
Her eyes are wide with panic. “Don’t. Please.”
“Don’t?” This time, when I tug on her hair, she cries out. “You’re protecting them?”
“I don’t want anything to do with them.” Terror drips from her voice. Hatred too. “Please. Don’t.”
She’s always been honest, but this, her anguish, it’s raw.
The picture I was looking at all wrong starts to shift—no, clarify.
They did worse than keep secrets from her.
They alienated their only child.
For years, I believed she was a spoiled rich girl.
Living easy. Smiling behind closed doors, in the safety of her home, while I buried my family in the ground.
And all this time, all this goddamn time, she wasn’t happy.
She was miserable.
Fuck me.
No doubt about it now. Aurora isn’t one of them. She doesn’t protect them.
Worse still, she’s a victim.
My brow furrows. Voice lowering to a rugged whisper. “What did they do to you?”
“You said you didn’t care,” she snarls.
“You’re right.” It’s a lie. It’s anI’ll figure it out later. For now, I need inside you.“I don’t. I never did.”
“Liar. You care. You care. You—” My phone is out of my pocket, getting me a delicious scream. “Stop! Stop, Everett!”
“Give me one good reason.” I snap a picture of her.
