Page 46 of Merciless Wager
Rage filled me and I knocked everything off my dresser before stalking over to my bathroom. Everything on my counter met the same fate as I pictured fucking Bocharov pulling her into his arms and pressing his lips against the ones I’d just marked.
Only, she was never mine to mark, and the same way I had made her forget Drake, he would make her forget me. I moved back to my bedroom, then with a swipe of my hand, knocked everything off my nightstand as well. That included my cell phone, and I had no sooner bent down to retrieve it when something flew by my head and crashed against the wall before shattering into pieces.
As soon as I turned, I quickly ducked as a vase soared toward my head, too. Aurora stood in the doorway with a nearly manic expression on her beautiful face. And it was one marred with tears as the trails of dampness were streaked across her sharp features. Her hair was tousled and in complete disarray. She was a goddess of fury.
But what caught and kept my attention was seeing her standing there completely naked. She wasn’t trying to cover herself like she often did, instead allowing me to drink my fill. And I did. My handprints were fading, but I could still make them out on the side of one breast and on the inside of her thigh.And there were also several finger-shaped bruises she would feel and see tomorrow.
And my cock was hard again just like that. Walking toward her, I didn’t even flinch or grimace as I stepped on broken glass. I’d feel a shard or two wedge itself into the sole of my foot, but I couldn’t focus on anything but Aurora. I continued to her until my foot stepped down, and even I heard the crunch of glass. This time, I fucking felt it, but I wouldn’t be deterred.
Aurora looked down before she slowly started to back up. As soon as she turned to flee, I grabbed her blonde hair, then yanked her against me. She landed with a thud as her back made contact with my bare chest. I kept one hand in her hair, then brought the other one to her throat. As soon as my hand encircled it, she sucked in a gulp of air.
Kissing my way across her jawline, I bit down once or twice, eliciting a shiver I could feel between us as it raced down her spine. Continuing to nibble my way to her ear, I bit down on her lobe as soon as I reached it.
“Were you throwing things at me, Bellezza?” When she said nothing, I tightened my grip on her hair. “Answer me!”
“Y-you looked like you could use the help.”
I grinned against her ear. “So thoughtful, but you’re a fucking liar.”
“A-about,” she stammered.
Ignoring her question, I released the lobe from my teeth, then tongued the shell, drawing out a strangled moan from her throat. “I think you were mad at me. Yes?”
“Common state around you,” she said a bit breathlessly. If she was trying to hide her arousal, she was failing miserably. Trying to hide her feelings was also an act of futility because I knew the truth. I knew how she felt, and she knew it, too. Nothing could ever come from it, but I still wanted to hear it. No, not want but need.
I needed to hear her admit that no one else would ever be able to erase me from her thoughts... Erase my touch from her body... Erase my fucking existence from her world...
“Say it,” I urged her.
“No,” she retorted, then cried out my name as I bit down on her ear once more. “Zarren!”
“Fuck, I love hearing my name fall from your lips. Say it again,” I demanded as I kissed my way back down her face and over her chin. A tug of her hair twisted her face toward mine. When my lips were inches from her, I repeated myself. “Fucking say it!”
“What does it matter? I’ll forget it soon en?—”
My hand tightened, cutting off her words. It was too late to stop them from echoing in my head. Forget me? Rage at the very thought of her trying to do that filled me, and I wanted to snap her neck in two.
Actually worried about my own strength at this point, I quickly released her from my grip, then pushed her through the doorway. She stumbled, but that defiance shone in her watery eyes. Her face was now flushed a bright red, matching the handprint of mine around her throat.
She brought her dainty hands to her neck, all while trying to suck deep breaths back into her. More tears escaped from her eyes as she rubbed her reddened flesh. I looked down at my own hands, which shook almost violently.
My control was disintegrating. Never had I ever lost my damn mind until now. Aurora had entered my life as my captive, yet I was the one in bars. I was in her gilded cage when it should’ve been the other way around.
I balled my hands into fists and let them hang at my side. My eyes were on her as hers focused in on me. No words needed to be spoken as I read her silent plea. Aurora dropped her hands from her neck, touching her nipple with one while slidingthe other lower. The second it disappeared between her legs, a primitive growl escaped from my lips.
“What are you doing?” I asked her in a low tone that disguised the foreign sensation rising up within me.
“What you started but weren’t man enough to finish. I’ll make sure to cry out your name as I come on my fin?—”
“Come here,” I ordered.
“No, you had your chance and blew it. I’ll leave you to all this,” she said as she dismissively waved at the mess behind me. “I have pressing needs to take care of.”
“Aurora,” I said in warning.
“Zarren,” she mocked as she moaned out my name.
My fists tightened. She was testing the limits of my control, and when she evidently had nicked a sensitive spot and gasped, everything came back into focus. Her pussy wasn’t hers to touch, and it would never be Mikhail’s. It was mine.
