We left a trail of destruction through the house. The dining table where I bent her over and feasted on her from behind until her legs gave out. The stairs where she took me in her mouth, looking up with those defiant blue eyes as I fisted her hair. The shower where I pinned her hands above her head and made her beg.
And finally, this bed, where I broke her down completely and rebuilt her as mine.
I lost count of how many times she came. The way she’d whimper and tighten around me, her body convulsing, tears streaming down her face from the intensity. I became addicted to forcing those reactions from her repeatedly.
“Never enough,” I’d growled in her ear as dawn approached, sliding down her body to taste her again, lapping at her oversensitive flesh until she sobbed with pleasure. “I’m going to make you come until you forget your own name.”
And I did. By the end, she could barely form coherent sentences, just pleading moans and my name on her lips.
But now she’s gone.
I sit up, running a hand through my hair. The clock on the bedside table reads 9:38 AM.
I get out of bed, somewhat annoyed she’s not still lying beside me. My clothes are scattered across the bedroom floor. I pull on my pants, not bothering with underwear, and slip my shirt over my shoulders without buttoning it. I don’t bother with socks and step into my shoes.
The house is quiet as I move through the hallway. Last night, these walls echoed with her screams of pleasure. Now there’s nothing but silence.
I find her in the kitchen, perched on a stool at the island counter, clutching a coffee mug like it’s a shield. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun, her eyes puffy, and her lips still swollen from my kisses. She’s wearing an oversized sweater that slips off one shoulder, revealing the marks I left on her neck.
When she sees me, her entire body tenses. No smile. No good morning. Just a flash of something that looks like regret in those blue eyes.
“You need to leave.” Her voice is flat, emotionless. “Martha will be here in twenty minutes.”
I lean against the doorframe, studying her. “We need to talk, Aurora.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” She stands, putting the island between us. “Last night was... it shouldn’t have happened. You’re engaged to my sister.”
“I told you that’s a business arrangement, a temporary one.”
“It doesn’t matter what you call it.” She clutches her mug tighter. “Please, just go.”
I push off from the doorframe and cross the kitchen in three strides. “We’re talking about this.”
Her eyes widen as I approach, but she doesn’t back away. “Hunter, don’t?—”
“Don’t what?” I step closer until I’m towering over her. “Don’t remind me how many times you came screaming my name last night? Don’t point out how your body knows it’s master every time I’m near?”
Her eyes narrow, a flash of defiance cutting through the guilt. “And how exactly would this work, Hunter? What’s your grand plan?” Aurora sets her mug down with enough force that coffee sloshes over the rim. “Do I just tell Olivia I fucked her fiancé?Sorry, sis, I know you’re planning your wedding, but I’ve been sleeping with the groom?”
I almost smile at her fire. Even cornered, she’s magnificent.
“You don’t tell her anything,” I say simply. “That’s my responsibility.”
“Your responsibility?” She laughs bitterly. “And what will you say? How do you imagine this plays out where my sister doesn’t hate me for the rest of our lives?”
I move closer, trapping her against the counter. “Olivia will be disappointed the engagement didn’t work out, but she’ll recover. People break engagements every day.”
“But not like this! Not with their sister!”
“Olivia doesn’t need to know about us right away.” I trace a finger along her collarbone where my mark blooms purple against her skin. “I’ll end things with her. Business differences with your father, incompatible goals, whatever makes it clear. After a reasonable period, we can be seen together.”
“You think it’s that simple?” Aurora pushes against my chest, but I don’t budge. “My sister will figure it out. She’s not stupid.”
“I never said she was. But by the time she does, it won’t matter. She’ll have moved on.”
Aurora shakes her head, tears gathering in her eyes. “You don’t understand what you’re asking. She’s my sister. The only family I have left other than my stepdad, and he’d freak out too.”
I reach out, capturing her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “I don’t care.”
