Page 68 of Die for You

What do I do for her? Nothing that would ever make her choose me.

All these years later, I still hear my mother’s voice lashing through me.Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear your voice.The way she dropped hers an octave to mock me.

For Aurora, I swallow that familiar lump in my throat. For Aurora, I shove down years of conditioning and force words out of my mouth.

“You’re mine.” My mask brushes her cheek, the words grinding against my throat. An itch I can’t scratch. Beneath me, she shivers. “Not ready to share yet.”

She hasn’t heard my voice many times, but when she has, she’s never mocked it. Even before she’d finally warmed up to us. Since I hit puberty, people have been asking what’s wrong with me.Laryngitis? Bronchitis?Most eventually assumed I was faking it for attention.

But never Aurora.

In the darkness, her hand grazes down my throat, resting on my Adam’s apple as it bobs. “I love hearing your voice,” she murmurs. “I love when you speak, just for me.”

In the ensuing silence, my heart damn near stops.

No one has ever said they loved my voice before. No one. The closest any woman’s ever come to saying she loves me.

Aurora can’t undo the years of shit my mother put me through. But her words heal a part of me I thought had long gone dark and dormant.

With a hand, I give her a simple sign I’m sure she’ll be able to interpret, even in the minuscule amount of light.Thank you.

A small smile on her lips. Understanding.

Before she can say another word, I press my body flush against hers. She gasps, my breaths rattle beneath my mask, and we share each other’s heat.

For now, Aurora belongs only to me. The Devils will realize their error soon enough. They’ll come looking for us.

She won’t be able to keep quiet for long now.

“What are you going to do to me, Finn?” She’s breathless. Anticipating my next move.

I’ll never tire of hearing my name leave her lips.

She doesn’t need my words. She needs my touch. My hands, my lips, my tongue, my cock.

My palms glide down from her shoulders to her wrists, every inch concealed by a starchy white blouse. The hem of her navy blue dress hangs nearly to her knees. My hands ache to slide over her soft, smooth skin. Tongue aching to taste her. Her neck is nearly covered up to her chin by a stiff collar. We’ll have to do something about that. About all of it.

“Rory!” Knox calls out.

“Can’t hide from us all night, angel.” Even yards apart, I can hear Damien’s taunting grin.

They’re still a few yards away. I’ve got time before they find us.

When I press my finger to Aurora’s lips, she nods. Obedient. Such a good girl.

Her gaze follows me as I kneel in front of her.

Can’t help but grin beneath my mask when her throat bobs. I love the effect I have on her.Livefor it.

“Where the hell is Finn?”Knox. They’re getting closer. I don’t have long with her to myself.

In seconds, I’ve got the dress over her head. Buttons torn open on that white shirt, spread to reveal her panties. No bra. A pretty little thong the only thing keeping her from me.

I grin. She wore a thong to her court hearing. She knew exactly what we’d be doing with her after. That’s our girl.

Lifting my mask to reveal only my mouth, I latch onto her nipple and she moans, hands gripping my hair, before she remembers she needs to be quiet. She bites her lip so hard, the pink flesh turns white. I suck harder.Let’s see how long you can keep quiet, angel.

I drop her nipple, twisting the saliva coating it with my finger and thumb, before sucking the other as deep as I can. She writhes beneath me, groaning low in her throat, but only I can hear it.