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The taste of coffee is replaced with the taste of Aurora as she wipes me clean.

To top it off, she dries me by blowing a soft breath over my wet mouth.

“Good girl,” I grit out. She moans at the praise, a pained sound. A pleading sound. “Good fucking girl.”

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AURORA

Convincing myself that this thing I have with Everett is purely physical, that’s impossible. Our relationship is so much more than that.

Needing him, the man, is the ache in my bones. The pressure in my temples.

My shivering body calls out to him.

I’m yearning for him, all of him. His demeaning and obscene orders. His cock that’s so hard in his jeans. The feral gazes he pins me with.

I’ll die if he, and only he, won’t make me come.

Can’t he tell that I need him?

I thought he did. I thought he cared, in his own twisted way. Maybe I was imagining it, but I felt it all the same.

He touched me. He fed me.

And now he’s frozen, letting me marinate in that“Good fucking girl”he said minutes ago.

“Please, Everett.”

His silence brings tears to my eyes. They roll down my cheeks the longer he makes me wait.

I’m at my lowest ever. Nothing more than a stray at his feet. An animal that was shown what their warm, loving owner could be like, only to be kicked to the curb.

I stare into his eyes, wishing he’d say something.

Anything.

Good girl, he called me.Wife.

I’m aching for more of his attention, more of his words.

His vile fingers and cock on and in me.

He’s turned me into a woman I don’t recognize.

He sees right through my loneliness and desperation for any kind of attention. He sees it, and he uses it against me.

I don’t care.

“Please,” I beg again.

“Here.” He offers me a clean spoon. The veins on his forearm bulge. His tattoos are just as enticing, sending a thrill up my spine. “Take this.”

“You’re not going to feed me anymore?” The crack in my voice is pathetic. Somehow, that idea hurts worse than the thought of him leaving me unsatisfied.

I clear my throat. Swallow the shame. Look up at him and beg him to feed me with my eyes.

I’m done fighting it. For once in my miserable life, something I want is just within reach.