Page 200 of Endgame
She shudders, then leans into my palm.
I lower my face to hers.
“No, I’m notgood.” My lips brush over her ear as I speak. “My cock isn’t tearing into your pretty little pussy. My teeth aren’t leaving marks on your flesh. I’m not belting you, am I?”
“N-n-no.” Feeling her shiver is one of my favorite things. “You aren’t.”
“That’s right.” I step back, adjusting the ache in my cock. “But you’ll make it up to me tonight, won’t you?”
She’s flushed, stunning. “Yes.”
“Good girl. Now get in the car.”
She places her hands on her hips. “Not before you tell me why you’re the one driving me?”
“Because I want to.” I dip my chin, pinning her with my coldest look. Useless, really. We both know I’ll never hurt herlike I did before. “But if you make me ask again, you won’t come for an entire week.”
Aurora is quick to pinch her lips and glower at me.
For a second there, I think she’s about to give me attitude. If she does, I’m fucking done. I won’t punish her.
I’ll throw her over my shoulder and spend the day loving her with my cock buried in her ass.
She’s skipped the plug today. That means she’ll be even tighter. Hotter.
“Okay.” She rolls her shoulders, her face hardening into indifference. I know that look, the mask she wears whenever she thinks I’m holding something back. “Let’s go.”
I’m not worried. I don’t feel guilty or twisted about this. Her days of being kept in the dark will be over soon.
My revenge will be hers as well.
The clock will start ticking as soon as I drop her off.
In twenty-four hours, I’ll have my results.
Three rapson my home office door, and my head snaps up.
My teeth gnash.
I’ve been on edge since I dropped the DNA samples at the lab this morning.
There was no way to expedite the already expedited test, no matter how much money I threw at the lab.
My mood isn’t any better for it. The physical limitations, the wait. My head is pounding from all the things that are out of my control.
Showing up to rule over my court while I’m in this state would’ve been a disaster, so I’ve taken the day off. Which is why I’m here.
Aurora has no idea that I haven’t gone to work. This morning, I dressed in one of my dark suits to keep up the pretense. To protect her from the unknown.
Only my staff knows I’m here. But lunch was served an hour ago, so it isn’t them.
Doesn’t take a genius to realize the only one who’s conniving enough to track me down is none other than Winston.
My gaze is trained on the door. “Come in.”
I reach into my desk drawer, clasping my fingers around the handle of my Glock.
One can never be too careful.
