Chapter 75 Betrayed
ALEXANDER POV
“Your in-laws are seeking help from the brotherhood. They believe your new wife is Anastasia. They want the brothers’ help to take her away from you.”
I wouldn’t blame them. I’m that delusional too sometimes.
The brotherhood had been extra quiet lately, so I called Marcus on this burner phone to see if anything was moving.
“Are they considering it?” I asked, pouring myself another glass of whiskey.
“I can’t say for sure. They’ve been given the information. But Kade thinks it’s irrelevant. The last thing he wants is to piss you off.”
Looks like Kade is finally using his brain these days.
“Let me know if there’s any real consideration from their end,” I told him.
“Okay, boss.”
I hung up the moment I saw the car pull in. Aurora was back.
I didn’t waste time. I left my study and went straight to the front door.
When she stepped out of the car, I noticed her red eyes immediately. She must have been crying. Probably from seeing her mother. I fucking hope it wasn’t because her deadbeat father swung a bottle at her head again.
She gave me a small nod when she saw me standing there, then side-stepped me and walked inside without a word.
I’d almost forgotten we were still playing this no-words game.
I followed her.
I watched from the small couch in our room as she disappeared into the closet and emerged in a simple, yellow silk nightgown. It was short, dangerously short and I shamelessly let my eyes roam the length of her legs. She started to gather her hair into a bun, but paused when she realized I was watching.
She shot me a look that clearly asked 'What?'
"Sit," I commanded, gesturing to the edge of the mattress.
She obeyed, perching on the bed like she was ready to bolt.
"How was your day?" | asked, my voice low.
Silence. "Did you see your parents? Did you cry? Did your father hit you?"
She shook her head no to the last part, then reached for her phone. "I didn't see my father.
I couldn't. I only cried because I was happy to see my mum."
I had a feeling there was more to those tears, but I didn't push. Not yet. "I fulfilled my part of the deal, Aurora. Every book, every car, every minute of freedom you asked for. I gave it all to you."
She typed: "Yes, you did. Thank you."
I reached out, ruffling her hair. I wanted to pull her into me, to feel her breath against my skin.
"You deserved it. Now... are you going to talk to me?"
She gave a slow, deliberate nod.
Finally. I felt a surge of triumph. I leaned in, my shadow falling over her. "Good girl. Now, be a good little princess and let me hear that voice.”
I waited. I expected a whisper. A stutter. A plea.
Instead, I felt a warm, wet spray hit face.
She fucking spat on my face.
I stared at her.
“Are you being serious right now?” I said. “Is this what I get after everything?”
She shrugged one shoulder. Completely unbothered. Like she couldn’t care less what she had just done to my face.
You have got to be kidding me.
“Aurora,” I said, keeping my voice completely calm. “Be a good girl and let me hear your voice.”
She spat on my face again.
What was she? Five?
Even Liam is not this dramatic.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand and
yanked her onto my lap in one movement.
Her mouth made that little oh she always made when I moved her without warning.
I didn't give her a chance to recover. I crashed my lips against hers, kissing her with a hunger that bordered on violent. She tasted like heaven and rebellion, a drug I was hopelessly addicted to. It was too intimate, too revealing, but I couldn't stop.
I pulled back just an inch, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling in the heavy air. "Please," | rasped. "Just one word."
She looked at me, a flash of deep sadness crossing her face, and slowly shook her head.
No.
Fine. If she wanted to play, we'd play.
My hand roamed up her side, sliding under the hem of her short nightgown. I could feel her composure cracking as my fingers brushed her thighs. I pushed the gown higher and started massaging her pussy through the thin lace of her panties. She bit her lip hard, refusing to let any sound out. She was already so wet I could feel it soaking through the fabric onto my pants.
I shifted her back a little on my lap, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled my hard dick out. I watched her eyes go wide at the sight — that look never gets old. She gulped as I stroked myself slowly between us.
I rolled a condom on, then grabbed her ass cheeks and positioned her right over my cock.
She hissed, her fingers digging into the back of my neck as she took all of me. Pain and pleasure flashed across her face.
I leaned into her ear and whispered, “Ride me.”
Goosebumps rose all over her body, her ears turning red. I smirked at how flushed she looked.
“Come on.”
She tried, but she was shy and a little lost at first.
“You never rode a dick before?” I asked.
She nodded.
I grabbed her hips, adjusted her, and took the lead — bouncing her ass up and down on my cock. She threw her head back, exposing that pretty neck. I slapped her ass hard.
“Fucking talk, Aurora.”
She shook her head no. She was trying so hard not to moan, but she kept getting wetter, her juices coating my dick.
I let her take over. Slowly her shame melted away as the pleasure built. She started riding me faster, harder, like she was addicted to my cock. She was such a eager little sucker for it.
I spanked her repeatedly, trying to force words out of her, but she still refused. The way her ass jiggled with every slap was driving me insane. I noticed the slaps only made her wetter and made her ride me even faster.
I leaned back on the bed, my arms under my head, watching her ass jiggle as she rode me to the finish.
I gave her one last hard slap on the ass. She came hard, dropping forward onto my shoulder and biting down to stop herself from screaming.
At this point she’s going to scar my whole body before she talks.
But I didn’t have time for that.
I leaned into her ear and whispered, “I love you, Ana.”
She went completely still. I felt her heart stop against mine. Her hazel eyes filled with tears, and she scrambled off me like l'd burned her. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me like I had betrayed her all over again.
“Two can play this game, Aurora,” I said coldly. “I’ll break you if I have to. Until you have no choice but to break.”