Page 82 of Endgame

“Fuck.” Her brush clatters to the floor, both hands braced on the vanity. “Fuck you.”

A different kind of need surges through me, and I hate myself for it. For giving in to her. To this. To desire that makes me forget about everything else.

“My name.” I tangle my wet hand in her hair, yanking her head back, her throat bared to me. I bite down, kiss, suck, marking her. I need to hear her say it so bad it hurts. “Say it when you come. Say my name. Mine.”

“No.” Her tears soak my cheek.

On the verge of insanity, I lick the salty water from her jawline, glowering at her through our reflection.

“Say. It.”

“Everett,” she breaks again. Her body jerks with my thrusts. With the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Everett.”

“That’s a good girl.” I barely get the praise out when I come, spilling myself inside her, pulling her up so she’s flush against me.

“Good fucking girl.” When I’m done, I twist her face to me, holding her still. Crushing my mouth to hers.

Filthy. Wrong.

Un-fucking-stoppable.

One kiss is all I allow myself to have.

“Your toiletries are in the drawers.” I pull out, leaving her trembling. In complete silence, I unlock her collar, removing it. “Take a shower. You’ll find your outfit for today on the closet island.”

“Everett.” My name is a pained cry as I push my seed into her using two bruising fingers.

I’m doing this, ruining her. Breeding her against her will.

“You’re better than this,” she pleads. “Whatever my dad did to you, you’re better than this. Better than him.”

Her words give me pause.

Of course. She must’ve pieced it together after last night, after our video call. Clever Aurora, thinking she’s cracked me open. But she hasn’t. She won’t. My hate runs deeper, older, darker.

And none of it belongs to her. My secrets, my revenge, they’re mine.

“You don’t know the first thing about me.” There isn’t an ounce of mercy in me when I wind her hair in my fist. “Do as you’re told, wife. Shower. Wear one of the new butt plugs for me. Rylee will be here in twenty minutes to put the collar back. Then you get fucking dressed and meet me in the dining area for breakfast. And Aurora?”

“What?” She rolls her lips in, as if wanting to talk back and thinking better of it.

I tuck myself in, staring her down. “You better not make me wait.”

14

EVERETT

Once Rylee confirmed she’d helped with Aurora’s collar, she and the rest of the staff retreated to their quarters for the rest of the day.

Leaving me alone on the main floor, waiting for her.

She won’t have trouble finding me here.

This is the largest open space in the house. Part dining room, part living area.

When I moved in, I tore down the wall separating the two rooms myself.

It made sense, design-wise. The house is dark. The more open the space, the less suffocating it feels.