She is.

I stroke a stray strand of her hair off her eyes with a finger. She’s hugging the duvet as if it’s my chest.

The line of her soft curves has a handprint from when I gripped her last night and fucked her raw. Her arse is completely marked by me and her tits have some hickeys. I like to leave my marks on her skin whenever I can. To see her all mine. To know she chose this willingly.

Her lips part and a soft moan spills free as she leans into my touch.

Fuck me.

This woman has the ability to drive me fucking insane, even when she’s sleeping.

I shouldn’t feel proud whenever she says I’m unstoppable, or that I’m nothing like anything she’s experienced before. But I am.

She didn’t tell me that with her own mouth, though. Aurora would never admit to that in front of me.

I overheard her conversation with Black Belt when they were lounging by the swimming pool the other day.

Which reminds me that I shouldn’t eavesdrop on conversations not meant for my ears. But when it comes to her, I do it anyway.

Aurora has come into my life like a wrecking ball, and there’s no way to stop the change she’s bringing on.

I could set her free, give her back the stocks and go back to my balanced life.

But a wild part of me rebels at the thought. Which is ironic, considering I was never a rebel.

My parents were the conservative, refined type. My mother participated in a million associations and my father was a businessman. My older brother and I were brought up to be leaders. Only, we took different routes to achieve that.

James was the rebel — the black sheep who cared more about sports and partying and drugs.

I cared about accomplishments. I lived my entire life aiming for more, but never got enough. It could be because I watched my father hit rock bottom after someone targeted the family business.

It could be because I also watched James spiral out of control after his head injury until he eventually slipped between my fingers.

After witnessing both of their early deaths, I decided I’d never let anything else slip out of my control.

So why the fuck am I letting Aurora sleep in my bed every night?

Her eyes flutter open and she blinks a few times before her focus remains on my face. For a second, she smiles, eyes easing and nose twitching. Just as quickly, she shakes her head as if realising she shouldn’t be doing that.

“Jonathan?” she croaks. “What time is it?”

“Late.”

“What?”

“You’re late. Your alarm went off fifteen minutes ago.”

She stares at the clock on the bedside table and groans, sitting up. Her tits are distracting as fuck when she changes position.

“Oh my God.” Her eyes widen to that fucking blue. The blue that I want to confiscate and turn into my tailor-made brand.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

I could’ve, but then I wouldn’t have been able to watch her sleep or witness her current frantic movements.

My head tilts to the side as she abandons the sheets and stands in her full nakedness

That’s one of the highlights of my day.

“Jonathan!” she scolds, even though her cheeks tint in red.

“Yes?”

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“What would give you that idea?”

“The way you’re watching me.” She folds her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes on me.

“That’s kind of useless when you’re fully naked, wild one. Or are you perhaps tempting me?”

“Of course not.”

“Well, I am tempted. After all, you owe me a punishment.”

“No, I don’t. I paid for spending the night yesterday.”

“How?”

“You…know.”

“Say the words, Aurora.”

A red hue covers her entire body and the nipples peeking from between her fingers harden as she mutters, “You fucked my mouth.”

Not really. I actually gave her free reign and she sucked me off like a good girl. Over time, she’s been getting used to my pace, making up for her lack of skills with her determination. She’s the only one who still manages to stare up at me with defiance even when I’m wrapping her hair around my fist, hitting the back of her throat with my cock, and smudging that red lipstick all over her mouth.

Considering her reservations at the beginning, it’s clear she hasn’t given much of those before – blowjobs, that is. I have the urge to murder any fucker who put their hands on her before me.

“But you didn’t pay for the kiss in my office,” I tell her, still taking my fill of her nakedness.

Truth is, I love kissing Aurora. She comes undone when my lips ravage hers. She melts against me and lets me do whatever I please.

There’s something euphoric about owning a fireball like her and making her come to me as if that’s what she’s always needed.

It’s one of those bizarre things that are only related to her. Kissing never mattered to me before to the point that I never did it.

But with her, I can’t get enough of it.

I don’t tell her that to keep her coming back to me for more.

“Later,” she mumbles. “I want to have dinner out tonight. A date.”

A date. I don’t even know how to date, but it usually includes Aurora loosening up and talking about her past. For that reason alone, I take her up on her offers whenever she asks.

“That’s two punishments.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“First one now?”

“No. I’m going to be late.”

“Here’s how it will go. I’m going to count to three and if you don’t go into the bathroom, you might have to call in sick.”

Her eyes widen and before I start counting, she jogs to the bathroom. My grin widens as I pick up my phone and leave.

My feet come to a slow halt in front of Alicia’s room and my smile vanishes.

I place a hand on the door as I often do.

Alicia is a reminder of when I also lost control. I have to make sure that doesn’t happen with Aurora.

She already shares her looks; she won’t share her fate.

33

Aurora

Damn Jonathan.

I curse him under my breath for the whole time I’m stuck in traffic.