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I grab her hips, grinding her down onto my cock. Aurora lets me use her body how I want and I’m so fucking grateful to have found this woman. I know I forced her into this life with me but I don’t regret it. Not when I have her.
I fuck her hard and without mercy before I find my own release. I bury my head into her neck as I grip her hips, never wanting to let her go.
“Is this how people get clean after sex?” she asks.
“It is for us. I’ll fuck you every day from now on. That I can promise you.”
“I’m not sure I can take it.”
I run my nose along her neck. “You can take it. I know you can. I know you need this as much as I do. Now, let me clean you for real.” I pull her off me. Aurora is so spent, she can’t even lift her head off my shoulder.
I wash her hair for her, showing her a gentleness I’ve never shown anyone before. None of the other women I’ve been with ever bathed with me. I never let it happen.
But I am letting Aurora see parts of me I have kept hidden away. I thought it would be terrifying but it’s honestly… freeing.
Once we finish with our bath, I wipe the water off her skin with a towel. Aurora watches me with hope filled eyes. Hope for a better future with us.
I have to learn to let her go so I can keep her with me.
Chapter Sixteen
Aurora
Arriving at my old house with Gabriel at my side is an odd sensation. I had wanted to see my father alone but Gabriel insisted he come with me. If Gabriel coming with me means I get my father back in my life, then I will take it.
“Be nice to him,” I say to Gabriel. “You treated my father horribly.”
“He stole from me. I was just meting out punishment.” The coldness in his eyes is still there but there’s a definitive softness I can detect more often than before. Ever since the last barrier between us broke down, things have changed between us. Gabriel has become a little less cold and a little more warm.
“I know you were. But he is my father and I am your wife. That has to mean something. So please be nice to him.”
“I am letting you see him, Aurora. I don’t plan on killing him if that’s what you’re worried about. Andrew doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“So then why put him through hell?”
Gabriel sighs, scratching at his cheek – his scar. Now that I know how he got it, the way I look at him is different. He has faced trauma and pain unlike anything even I can imagine. He shut himself away because of it but I’m hoping I can bring his light out in him that he snuffed a long time ago. “Because I’m not a good man. But I’ll admit… if I knew I was going to have you in my life, I might have done things differently. But then again, if I hadn’t put my father in my cell, I probably wouldn’t have you in my life.”
I flush. “Well… I don’t know what to say to that. But thank you for admitting that you do wrong. Sort of. Just be nice to my dad. He’ll be nervous having you here.”
“I understand. I won’t go after him anymore, Aurora. I promise. Not anymore,” he adds in a softer tone. My mind thinks back to how I gave him my body and I blush even more. Gabriel notices with a smirk. “Once we’re back home, I can’t wait to take you again. I have more things to teach you.”
My body responds to his words but I push them aside. I’m here to see my father – not to get lost in my husband’s charm.
I knock on the door. After a moment, my father answers.
“Aurora?” He pulls me into his arms without a second thought. “You’re really here?” His eyes land on Gabriel and he tenses. “What is he doing here?”
“Gabriel says it’s all right if we see each other. He’s here though for my own safety.”
“For your safety?” Dad scoffs. “I would never hurt you.”
“Not you,” Gabriel says. “My enemies. I don’t want Aurora to be alone. She could get hurt. So that’s why I am here.”
My father looks between me and Gabriel with weariness before letting us both inside.
“We can see each other again,” I tell him, sitting on the ratty, old couch. Gabriel makes a face at the old furniture but doesn’t comment on it. “You’ll get to see that I am safe and we can talk again. Are you eating?”
He nods at the tiny table where a plate full of crumbs is left behind. “I just finished.”
