Chapter 54 My tits
RORY POV
Nothing. I mean, absolutely nothing prepared me for the image in front of me.
Aurora. My wife. Slumped in the middle of a cheap, neon-lit hellhole filled with filthy, bottom-feeding junkies. And two godforsaken women had their mouths latched onto her tits while she sat there limp, barely moving, her eyes glazed with a chemical fog.
She had the nerve to come here. When I was working myself to the bone trying to keep her safe. What if they had seen her? What if the man I already knew was in this building had gotten closer?
I didn’t waste time. I stalked toward the booth, my vision narrowing until the rest of the club was a blur. I reached out and grabbed both women by their clothes, my knuckles grazing their skin. I yanked them back with enough force that their mouths fell off her breasts with a sickening pop.
I didn't give them a chance to scream. I dragged them forward and slammed their faces into the hardwood table.
The music didn't stop, but the room gasped in a collective shock that cut through the bass. I didn't stop either. I gripped their heads and continued slamming them into the table, the sound of bone meeting wood echoing until blood burst from their noses and splattered across the surface.
"Alexander, stop!" my wife screamed, her voice was a slurred, frantic mess.
I didn't listen. I kept slamming them until she reached out with her small, trembling hands and gripped my jacket. That's when I noticed.
Her tits were still out, exposed to every prying eye in this disgusting room.
The rage peaked. I stripped off my blazer and tossed it over her chest, shielding her from the world. I grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the exit. Every single person in this club—the ones who watched, the ones who recorded, the ones who didn't look away-would pay dearly for this.
"It's not what you think, Alexander," she slurred as we hit the cool night air. Her legs were wobbling, useless beneath her. She couldn't even stand properly. What the fuck did they give her?
"Your least problem right now should be what I think," I growled. I turned around and flipped her over my shoulder like a sack of grain. She let out a soft "oh" at the sudden movement.
She started wiggling, trying to find her footing in the air.
"Don't you dare move," | snapped, my hand coming down to smack her ass hard.
The little shit had the nerve to let out a moan, and my stupid dick wouldn't stop twitching in my pants. Even when I wanted to kill her, I wanted to ruin her.
I reached the car, opened the door, and dropped her into the front seat. I was gentle, despite the fire in my blood. I leaned over her to strap the seatbelt, and her hands rose up, resting around my neck.
"I had so much fun, Alexander," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.
God, she smelled like a mix of sugar and chemical waste. I forced her eyes open-they were bloodshot and stoned as shit, her pupils dilating into black voids.
"Did you take drugs, Aurora?" | demanded.
“Drugs?” she said, her brows pulling together slowly. “Is it for my headache? I would like some drugs my head really hurts.”
She was long gone. I adjusted my jacket around her chest, and as I pulled the belt tight, I slapped her breast hard. She shot up in the seat, eyes widening for a fraction of a second.
"You're so mean," she pouted.
I got behind the wheel and tore away from the curb. As I drove, I saw her trying to roll down the window, but her high head couldn't figure out the button. I lowered the glass for her, reaching over to steady her so she wouldn't find a way to fall out of the moving car.
My face was inches from hers. If I turned my head, l'd be slamming my mouth against hers. I could feel her shallow breath on my skin, and the weight of her gaze was burning into the side of my face. She was staring at me like I was the only thing left in her world.
"You're so handsome, Alexander..." she said, the words slipping out unconsciously. "Oh... sorry," she added, realizing she'd spoken aloud.
"Shut up. You don't have to say sorry for complimenting me," | told her, my voice tight.
The car fell silent for a moment, the wind whipping through the interior, until she opened her mouth again.
"The girls liked my tits. Some guy also said,
'Oh, look at those perfect tits." She mimicked the voice, a drunken mockery of the violation I'd just witnessed.
God help me, they better pray for better days, because they won't be seeing any.
“Do you like my tits Alexander?” She turned to look at me with a pout that had absolutely no business existing on a drugged woman in a moving car. Her lower lip trembling as if she needed the answer to survive. I let out a dark chuckle.
Drugs were a hell of a problem.
"Of course I like your tits, Aurora. They're perfect," I found myself answering.
She hummed, a small, satisfied sound. "Would you like to suck them? And... do other things?"
I threw my head back and laughed. It was a harsh, dry sound that felt foreign in my throat.
"You laughed. This is the first time l've seen you laugh. It's beautiful," she smiled, her eyes crinkling.
“What do you mean by other things? Pray tell,” I asked, unable to resist.
“Maybe eat me out again.”
Bold little shit. I knew she would never say that sober, so I took full advantage.
“You want me to eat your pussy again? You liked it?” I watched her body shudder at my words.
She nodded eagerly.
“What other things do you have in mind?” I pushed.
“I… I have a lot,” she whispered.
I leaned back, keeping one hand on the wheel.
"Continue."
"I want to suck your dick... and choke on it."
Of fucking fuck. I've got one naughty wife on my hands.
She didn't stop. The filter was gone. "I want you to fuck me without mercy. Vivienne said Anastasia told her you're good at it. I want to try it with you, too."
I'd have to kill my sister for discussing my sex life with my wife.
"I also like..." she trailed off, her eyes dropping to her lap. For the first time, a flash of shame flickered through the haze.
"Tell me, Aurora," | commanded.
She played with her hands on her lap. I couldn't help but let my eyes trail over her thick thighs. I would do anything to be between them again.
“I want to be degraded,” she said. So quietly I almost missed it.
"you know, when people have sex and you do whatever you want with them. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I want you to choke me until I see stars, call me your stupid fat whore, your pathetic cumdump, slap my tits and ass while you fuck me like I’m nothing but a toy. I want you to abuse me during sex, use me like a worthless slut. I’ve never done it before. I want it so bad…”
I stared at the road, my heart hammering against my ribs. I hated to compare her to Anastasia in this moment, but that was exactly what my dead wife had craved. Aurora had the same dark kink buried inside her.
A little dark in her that she had been hiding underneath all that softness and innocence. Just like Ana.
Who said miracles didn’t exist.
There’s nothing I want more right now than to fulfill every dirty, degrading fantasy she just confessed but not when she’s drunk and high.
"Oh my... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to," she apologized again, the shame winning.
"Shh. I told you not to apologize again. One more 'sorry' from you, Aurora, and you'll pay."
She nodded, then suddenly sneezed hard.
"Don't be mad at me, please. I just wanted to do something for once. I didn't experience a lot growing up. I just wanted a little fun and.."
She dozed off before she could finish the sentence. Her voice had been coated in a sudden, sharp sadness that made something twitch in my chest.
The city moved past the windows and I said nothing and felt entirely too much about a woman who was currently unconscious and drooling slightly on my passenger seat.
This was a problem.
One l don't think I'll survive if they come for her.