Chapter 66 Use your words
RORY POV
“The way I fuck, Aurora. Can you handle it?”
His words hit me like a slap and a caress at the same time. I swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry. Deep down I wanted him so badly it scared me, but looking at all that muscle, that raw power coiled in his body, I wasn’t sure my soft, curvy frame could survive what he was offering.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said shyly, eyes dropping to his chest. “You have different women in Los Angeles who can handle you just fine.”
He let out a low, dangerous chuckle. That ice-cold mask stayed firmly on his face, making it impossible to read anything real. “What made you think I was sleeping with women in Los Angeles?”
“I wasn’t sleeping with women, and I wasn’t at the parties,” he said in that calm, controlled tone that always made my stomach twist.
Relief flooded through me so fast it left me dizzy.
“What were you doing then? Just work?” I asked, peering up at him. His eyes were locked on me, studying me like he was trying to solve a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.
“I was hunting someone down. And yeah… I found him. And I killed him.”
A cold shiver raced down my spine. I clamped my hands together, my palms suddenly slick with sweat. "Who... who was he?"
"Just a fly from the past bothering me. You don't have to worry," he assured me, his voice dropping into a dangerous silkiness. "I don't bring violence home to you, Aurora. What happened in the city stays there."
Before I could respond, he lifted me like I weighed nothing and set my ass on the edge of the table. His hands planted on either side of me, caging me in completely. His breath fanned hot across my face. He was so close I could feel the heat rolling off his body.
“Like I said… can you handle the way I fuck, Aurora?”
He wasn't going to let it go. He wanted me to know exactly what I was signing up for.
"How... how do you have sex?" My voice was barely a breath.
Alexander parted my legs with his knee, forcing me open. His eyes darted down to my chest, tracing the heavy rise and fall of my breathing, before snapping back to mine. "I like it rough. And sometimes? I make it hurt."
My pulse skyrocketed. My brain was screaming yes, drowning out every instinct of self-preservation I had left.
His palm found my thigh, his fingers sliding upward, shifting the flimsy silk of my gown higher and higher. "I like taking full control. I leave no options. I don't give you a choice."
My heart was drumming against my ribs so loudly I was certain he could hear it. As much as much as I want him, a part of me wondered if Alexander in bed was something a girl like me could survive.
“I’m not a fairytale king, Aurora,” he said, almost like he was warning me, giving me one last chance to run.
“I know…” I breathed.
“I’m a killer.”
“I know that too.”
“I’ll fuck you like a slut. Whenever and wherever I want.”
I almost gasped. His filthy words made fresh wetness coat my thighs.
“I know…”
“In a car. Against a wall. On the dining table.” His voice was completely steady. “I’ll take you hard and rip you apart and then I’ll decide if I should fuck someone else or take you again.” He held my gaze. “I don’t know how to make love Aurora. I fuck hard.”
My throat felt like it was closing. I couldn't trust my voice, so I just nodded, my eyes locked onto his.
"Is that what you want?" A small, cruel curl appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Exactly what I want," | breathed, my voice thick with lust. I wanted him to do all of it. I wanted to be ruined by him.
"That's my girl," he rasped.
His eyes dropped to my heaving chest. I couldn't help myself, I arched my back, pushing myself toward him, desperate for the friction. He let out a low sound of amusement at my struggle to be closer. His hand trailed up my neck, his thumb grazing my jaw before hooking into the spaghetti strap of my nightwear.
Without warning he tugged it down.
One breast sprang free.
My nipple already tight and aching. He licked his bottom lip slowly as he took in the sight. His eyes shone with pure lust and something that looked dangerously close to admiration. He dragged his gaze from my breast back up to my face.
“What do you want me to do?” he taunted, voice low and rough.
I couldn’t speak. I just pushed my breast forward again, silently begging.
“Use your words, Aurora,” he smirked, clearly enjoying my desperation.
I couldn’t wait any longer. If I got shy now he might stop, and I’d die if he stopped.
“Suck my breast please…” I breathed out, voice shaking with need.
He didn't make me ask twice. He bent his head, and in one swift, possessive movement, his hot tongue latched onto my nipple.