Page 40 of His Deadly Devotion
“Youaregoing to Harvard. You think I’m going to be the reason you become an uneducated bum?” She looks at me as if she wants to stab me.
My eyes take in everything around her. There’s a pen she’s gripping tight enough that her knuckles are turning white. Wouldn’t be the first time she’s stabbed me with a pen. Beside her is a lamp. I suppose she could throw that at my head. She’d miss, but I’m sure she’d give it a good try. There aren’t too many other objects that could be used against me in here.
“You are the reason I’m living my dream, babe. Not the reason I’m not going to Harvard.”
“Fuck you, Connor. Don’t even think for a minute you’re giving up Harvard to be with me. I will figure out a way to make sure you go to that stupid, uptight, prestigious school full of smart brainiacs just like you!” She’s yelling at me now.
“You can’t make me do something I don’t want to do. And I hate to break it to you, babe, but this shit we’ve got ourselves into isn’t going to just go away next week. We could be spending the rest of our lives on the run.”
“I’m not letting you throw your life away for me, Connor. It’s not happening. This is why you didn’t tell me, isn’t it? Because you knew I wasn’t smart enough for that school. I don’t belong there. You’ll probably sit around a library having debates aboutshit that doesn’t even matter. Read books normal people haven’t heard of. Admit it, Connor. I don’t fit in with your life.”
I stare at her. She has to be fucking kidding me. She doesn’t fit in my life? Sheismy fucking life.
I stand from the bed. Aurora follows my lead and stands from the floor. The pen still gripped firmly in her hand. I make slow, purposeful steps towards her, keeping my eye on that fist brandishing a weapon. As soon as I’m in reaching distance, I wrap an arm around her waist, keeping hers locked beside her body.
“You thinking of stabbing me again, babe?” I ask, not breaking eye contact with her.
“The thought did cross my mind,” she tells me.
I smile. “Drop the pen.”
“Make me,” she says. And then, before I know it, she’s twisting out of my hold. I catch her wrist again, just as the pen makes contact with my upper arm.
“You’re going to regret that.” I push her body up against the wall and lean forward, making sure to angle myself so she can’t knee me in the balls. Again. Then I pry the pen from her hands and throw it to the other side of the room. “Let’s get something straight. Because I am not going to repeat myself for a third time,” I tell her. “I am not giving up my life for you. You. Are. My. Fucking. Life.” I accentuate each word, hoping they fucking click with her. “I’ve decided I don’t like when people call my girlfriend names. If I hear you call her stupid again, I’m going to get real fucking pissed.”
“I can say whatever I want about myself,” she fires back at me.
“Not if it’s negative. I don’t like it. You know you’re my equal in every way. I have never done anything to suggest otherwise. Stop playing the damsel. It’s not like you.”
“You hid the fact that you got into Harvard from me. Why?” she asks. “If it’s not because I’m not good enough for you, then why?” Aurora shoves at my chest, trying to push me off her.
I don’t move. “I fucking left everything behind for you, Aurora. In what fucking world does that make you think you aren’t good enough for me? I left my family—no, I fuckingbetrayedthem. I gave up my legacy. For you. Because I want you more than I want anything fucking else. What more do I have to do to prove to you that you are my whole fucking world?”
The fight drains from her face, replaced by a look of remorse, a look I haven’t seen on her often. “I’m sorry. I know you love me, Connor. I know. I just…”
“You just what? Thought I’d go off to Harvard and forget about you? Move on, find a boring-ass girl who prefers reading philosophy books over stabbing their boyfriends when they’re mad?” I ask her. “You think I want boring? If I wanted boring and weak, Aurora, I never would have looked your way. You are anything but boring and weak.”
“I don’t like that you’re giving everything up for me,” she says. “I don’t want you to have to protect me from your parents. I don’t want you to give up your place in your family’s organization. I just… It’s not fair.”
I don’t know how to respond to her. What else can I say to convince her that she is enough? That she is everything I want and need. I don’t say anything. Instead, I slam my lips down onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth and exploring every inch of her. Our tongues duel for ownership of the kiss, but I’m not about to let her win that fight.
Moving my hand up to her throat, I tilt her head upwards, granting myself better access to her mouth and I fucking devour her. My body presses her harder against the wall.
It’s only been one day since I’ve had her, but it feels like a fucking lifetime. I swore I wouldn’t touch her in her brother’shouse, but I’m taking him throwing her onto my bed as him giving me his blessing. I know he’d say otherwise, but fuck it. Aurora is mine.
She jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist. My cock rubs against her core. She’s wearing a pair of cutoff denim shorts, which are preventing me from being able to feel how wet she is.
Moving to the bed, I drop her onto the mattress. My hands go straight for the button on her shorts and then the zipper. Before I drop to my knees and tug the material down her body. My eyes lock on her panties next. My fingers hook into the sides, and I’m sliding them over her thighs, my eyes glued to her cunt, shining with her wetness. My mouth waters. I need to taste her.
As soon as she spread open and bare in front of me, her legs as wide as they will go and a palm resting on each thigh keeping them in place, my tongue swipes from the bottom of her cunt all the way up to her clit.
Three rapid bangs on the door have me reaching for the blanket and covering her. “Connor, open up,” Bray’s voice booms from the other side.
“I’m busy!” I yell back. My tongue swirls around Aurora’s clit again. She moans, loud enough that I know Bray fucking heard her.
“I don’t fucking care. Get out here before I go and tell Lorenzo what you’re up to in there.”
“Fuck,” I growl. Standing up, I adjust my cock in my pants, my hard fucking cock. I look to Aurora. “Don’t move. I want you exactly like this when I get back.”