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Chapter Forty-Seven

AURORA

S aying that was a mistake.

I can see it in Theo’s brown eyes, he’s panicking. I terrified him by making that observation. I said what felt right, what we’ve been dancing around. Putting the pieces together, that was the conclusion that was made crystal clear. I don’t think Theo was ready to come to that conclusion. His lips are frozen against my ribcage. His fingers had just hooked underneath my shorts and now they’ve stopped.

When he pulls his hand away, I reach for him without a second thought. I don’t know how, but I need to fix this. Walk back my words and hope they are erased from his brain and allow me to continue having this moment.

Theo swallows hard enough that I see his Adam’s apple bob. “It scares me,” he whispers.

Our eyes lock, my fingers brush over his shoulder. My mouth suddenly feels dry and I lick my lips in an attempt to remedy that. That was an admission, wasn’t it? Was Theo owning up to his feelings? I need to respond but it feels like making that observation took all of my courage .

Now I know that I’m not the only one who’s been terrified.

He brings his hand up my body, cupping my cheek. “More than anything,” he admits. “It scares me how much you mean to me. How badly I want you to be happy and safe.” He hovers over me again, pressing his forehead against mine as his thumb lightly strokes my cheek.

Hot tears sting the corners of my eyes. One slips down my cheek. “It scares me too,” I whisper back to him. Leaning down, he kisses the tear from my cheek. The gesture gives me a bit more courage to continue. “You scare me. I know who you are. I know all the bad and all of the good.” Theo is fire. He could keep me warm or he could burn me to ashes. “All your red flags have always been on display.”

“You can see them from space,” Theo chuckles. He leans down, brushing his lips against my cheek. “I’m not going to change, baby doll. I’m not going to suddenly become a good guy. I’m still a villain—I’m just yours.”

There’s something about that that’s comforting and frightening at the same time. I know what I’m getting into, but I don’t have a choice anymore. I’ve fallen into this maze and I have to follow it through until the end. Either I burn or I don’t.

I move my hand to the back of his neck, fingers lightly playing with the soft hairs there as I pull him down for a kiss. My eyes flutter shut when our lips meet. It’s soft and sweet until Theo’s tongue slides along my bottom lip and I open for him. Our lips and tongues crash together as his hips settle between my thighs. My tongue chases after his as his hips grind down against my core. I can feel the hardness of his cock through his pants and I press myself up into it, making him groan into the kiss.

“You’re going to drive me insane,” he breathes when the kiss breaks. His lips brush against mine as he speaks. “You have no idea how badly I’ve needed you. Once was not enough, Roo. It’s never going to be enough. ”

I smirk up at him. “I am right here, Theo.”

“Right here is where you’re going to stay,” he growls. Sitting up, he reaches down to undo his belt. It’s the same black leather Ferragamo belt that he always wears, the signature belt buckle glinting in the light. He pulls it through the belt loops of his slacks until it’s free. “Hands,” he demands.

I offer my wrists. He loops the belt around them, ensuring it’s not too tight before he attaches it to the headboard. It’s loose enough that I could break free if I wanted to—I don’t want to.

His eyes are dark. Caramel has turned into pools of black as they rake down my body. Bringing his hands to my shorts, he rips them down my thighs without a second thought, my panties following them. I’m naked beneath him as Theo drinks me in.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Look at you.” He trails a finger from my collarbone to the top of my mound, grinning. “Such a beautiful sight.”

I sigh, arching into his touch, trying to angle his hand down just an inch or two. I want to feel his fingers or his tongue or his cock. Something. Anything .

I think he’s going to give in. His index finger trails down, running along my slit. Theo chuckles, the sound dark and velvety. Sin from the devil himself. “You’re soaked and I’ve barely done anything to you, baby doll. Is this how badly you want me? How much you need me?”

Words are stuck in my throat again. Not out of fear, but desire. Talking is the last thing I want to do. I want to feel . I want him to fuck me until the mattress breaks and we get noise complaints. I need everything that’s been building up between us to be said with our bodies. No more fighting or denying it.

I nod when my words don’t work.

Theo doesn’t press his finger into me like I so desperately need him to. He glides it up and down my slit, smearing my slickness over me. Occasionally, the pad of his finger brushes over my clit and makes me jump at the teasing.

His finger finally stops and sinks into me until the first knuckle. It’s the most uncomfortable tease of my life. The feeling of having more right there, but not getting any of it.

Theo leans down, chest pressed to mine. With his mouth by ear, he nips at my earlobe before whispering, “I would do anything for you, baby doll. Burn this whole fucking world down to see you smile.” Without warning, he pushes his finger into me and another joins it.

I gasp, relief flooding over me as my pussy clenches around his digits.

“I can only imagine how pretty you’d be with the flames reflecting on your face.” He adds before he sits back.

He hooks his fingers inside of me, pressing them against the spot that makes my eyes roll back. “Fuck—fuck, Theo ,” I moan.

“Say my name, Roo. Fucking say my name when you cum around my fingers. Then you can have my cock.”

With my eyes watching his face, I rock my hips in time with the movement of his fingers, grinding down against them each time they press upward. The feeling of ecstasy starts to build at the base of my spine and I rock to chase the electric tingles. A little bit more and I’ll tumble over the edge for him.

Theo slows down.

I whimper, glaring up at him as he smirks down at me. His fingers stay buried in my cunt, but they stop moving. My inner walls desperately clench around them, trying to get that feeling back, but Theo holds still.

“Do you deserve it?” he asks. “Do you deserve to come on my fingers? On my cock? You’re at my mercy. I could leave you here all night. Get myself off, make you watch.” His voice is practically a coo, teasing, mocking . His free hand goes to the hefty bulge in his slacks, stroking over it and biting his bottom lip, dropping his head back.

My mouth is so fucking dry. I’m pissed that he took my orgasm from me, leaving me on the precipice. I’m pissed that he looks so goddamn hot as his hand teases himself, never letting his cock spring free, but letting me watch the way his hips roll.

His head snaps back up, eyes meeting mine and he flashes me that devilish smirk. “Maybe I’ll let you come if you ask me nicely enough.”

I swallow, trying to wet my mouth. “P-please Theo?”

“Please what, baby doll?”

Asshole . “Let—let me come. Fuck! Let me come.” I’m so frustrated. I was right there! It’s not fair that he took it away. It’s not fair that he’s in control. He’s always in control.

“Mm, maybe.” He starts to move his fingers again at the most frustratingly slow pace. I should be irritated, but I can feel my release start to build up again. Painstakingly slow, but the coil in my abdomen is tightening again.

“Fucking let me come!”

“Temper. Being demanding won’t get you anywhere.” His fingers start to slow down again and I can’t take it. I need this.

“Theodore, please,” I whimper as tears sting behind my eyes again. It’s so pathetic that I’m going to cry over being denied an orgasm, but I don’t think he knows how badly I need this. The pressure building inside of me needs to be released or I think I might die. “Please let me come. Let me come on your fingers. Please.” I keep begging, the words running together until I’m a wreck of senseless pleas and whimpers.

Theo tilts his head, looking down at me. “Okay.” He speeds the pace of his fingers again, slamming them against my g-spot at a tempo that has me losing my mind.

Waves crash over me suddenly. I feel sparks. I see sparks. I cry out for him but my head is spinning and I can hardly hear myself as I come on his fingers.

I’m hardly aware of Theo pulling his fingers away as I ride out the aftershocks. As I’m blinking my eyes to clear up my vision from the blurriness it took on after my orgasm, the thick head of his cock presses into me. My vision is cleared in time to see him smirk before he pushes inside.

“Fuck!” I gasp. My body is still sensitive. I haven’t come down from my orgasm yet. Each thrust is angled to hit that spot inside of me again and again, simulating it like he had with his fingers. My hands fight at the belt restraining me because I want to touch him. I want him to be close.

Theo reads me. He doesn’t release my hands but he leans down and presses kisses along my jaw as his hips piston into me. A delightfully deep in and out, letting me feel every inch of him stretching me in sinfully delicious ways. His hand grips my thigh, holding it up so he can angle himself better.

“Fuck, baby doll. Fuck . This cunt was made for me. Can’t you feel it? How good you fit around me? I was meant to be inside of you.” He leans down, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He nips at the skin again, pulling even more moans from me. “You’re so goddamn pretty like this, taking my cock. Pretty all the time, but fuck, when my cock is in you…I lose my mind.”

His hand grips my hip tightly as he pounds into me. Harder. I can feel another orgasm cusping and I let myself fall into it. I let it take me as I come around him, my pussy milking his cock desperately as I come. Wave after wave washes over me, and Theo doesn’t relent. The devil is taking me to heaven.

Or maybe this is hell. Whatever it is, I never want to leave.

“Roo,” he whispers against my skin, followed by a few curses as he comes. His hot release fills me, making me whimper and press against him one more time.

A few more slow, deep thrusts and he pulls out. Wordlessly, he undoes the belt around my wrists, rubbing the barely there marks. Theo gets off the bed, goes to the bathroom, and comes back with a damp towel.

He cleans the mess between my thigh, then himself, and lazily tosses the used towel on the floor before sinking into bed with me.

My body curls against his, relaxation washing over me. He presses a soft kiss to my hairline. “Feeling okay?”

“Better than okay.” I’m sated, tired…happy. Everything’s fallen into place. I have my dream job. I—my dream job! I never told Theo that I got signed. I sit up so suddenly that Theo jumps too.

“What’s wrong?” he asks immediately.

“I got signed.”

“What?!”

“I signed the contract earlier when I went to talk to Nathan. I forgot to tell you. I got signed!”

“Holy fuck. Can you not scare me like that, Roo?!” he snaps, holding a hand over his chest. Then a smile pulls over his gorgeous face. “You got signed!” His arms wrap around me, pulling me back against him. “Knew you would. You’re amazing. I told you that.”

It’s a shock that Theo didn’t know considering how… hands-on …he’s been with my career. “You didn’t know?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “This wasn’t me. This one was you.” He kisses the side of my head again. “We’ll go out to dinner soon to celebrate.”

My nose crinkles. “Dinner? You’re buying me breakfast, Abrams.”

“What did I tell you about calling me by my last name?” he growls. Suddenly, he’s on top of me again, pinning my body to the mattress. His lips are making a path from my collarbone down to my pussy, making me squirm. Right before he buries his face between my thighs, he murmurs, “I’ll buy you breakfast, lunch, dinner. Whatever the fuck you want, baby doll. I’m yours .”