Page 89 of Endgame

Surprisingly, I’m not disappointed.

“Please what?”

I won’t end this session until I’ve wrung every last drop out of it. Even if it’s torture, stopping myself from fucking her throat.

The coffee’s within reach. I grab it, down half in one swallow and hold it in my mouth.

“I need…” She squirms, fingers clawing the floor. Hips grinding on nothing. “I need…”

I spread my legs, gesturing for her to come to me by crawling.

My new bride trembles as she makes her way over to where I’m seated. Her blue eyes are pools of submission.

The things I’d do to her… They’d be humiliating and painful. They’d turn her into a shell of a person.

Aurora deserves every single one of them.

Except—Fuck.

I’m not just turned on. I’m cracked wide open. For one dangerous moment, I want her without the buffer of hate. Guilt slams into me, but I shove it down.

I’m not supposed to like this.

But I do.

So I turn off the revenge. For the next few minutes, there’s no past, no vendetta.

There’s only her. The pleasure of her.

Aurora’s bottom lip feels soft and wet beneath my thumb. She resists me, just a little, as I pry her lips open wider.

When she relents, I let my fingertip brush over her teeth, the tip of her tongue.

Our gazes burn one another’s, and I don’t think. I lean in to tower over her, blocking out everything else. I yank on her silky hair, making sure she doesn’t move.

She’s my possession. My fuck doll to manhandle however I want.

Except it doesn’t look like I’m forcing her to do anything. With fire lighting her eyes, she darts her tongue out. She’s giving me permission to spit into her mouth.

As if I needed her consent to release the cool coffee into her. I hold her in place, watching the brown liquid spill between her lips. Filling her pretty mouth.

My cock throbs at how well she takes it.

After she gulps it down, I order her, “Lick my lips clean.”

“Will you help me come then?” she says, breathing hard.

“Where’s that prettypleasefrom before?” I cock my head to the side, my voice strained. “Are you back to being a brat? Mistaking us for equals?”

“Fine.”

She can hate me all she wants. She obeys me anyway.

Aurora inches forward. Tilts her head up as high as I let her.

Then—

God. Fuck. Her tongue flattens on my lips, licking them slowly, seductively.