Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I kind of passed out after we were finished. I don’t recall how my arse was cleaned from his cum, but I faintly remember moaning at the feel of soft cloth on my behind and between my legs.
Then there was the distinctive click of the door as his woodsy scent disappeared from around me.
It’s not that I want him to cuddle me or anything. We have separate rooms for a reason, and while I’m never allowed in his, I liked the arrangement of having my own space.
So why do I feel abandoned?
That’s stupid – utterly so. What the hell was I expecting? A bloody connection or something? I’ve already decided that it won’t happen in this lifetime. Just because Jonathan revived my body, doesn’t mean I’ll want other things from him.
I stopped wanting things that day when I stared up at the pouring sky and begged to be woken up, yet never was.
My guilt doesn’t help either.
The fact that I desire Jonathan when I shouldn’t cuts through my ribcage like the knife from that day. But this phantom pain is more stabbing than the real one. It’s not only a betrayal to my mission to unravel the truth, it’s also a betrayal to Alicia and to who I am.
For the life of me, I can't stop my body from craving him, no matter how much I try to.
And I have tried.
Maybe you're not trying hard enough.
Sighing, I reach for my phone, I’ll call in sick and work from here. Layla will shower me with her ‘daddy’ jokes if I go to work walking like I've been thoroughly fucked.
Not that I can even get up, let alone shower so I can go to work. Maybe it will get better with time.
The door opens and I think it’s Margot. But then I recall she always knocks before entering my room. The only one who barges in without warning is the tyrant of the house.
Sure enough, Jonathan strides inside with that infuriating confidence that he wears like a second skin.
He’s dressed in an elegant black suit, his jacket closed. Who knew there was an entirely different world hidden underneath that brutally elegant look? The cloth moulds to his well-built frame, outlining his hard muscles. Muscles I ogled last night, touched, and grabbed onto while —
I shut the door on those thoughts, refusing to get caught up in him all over again.
“You’re five minutes late for breakfast and you didn’t answer my email.”
People normally say good morning, but Jonathan reminds you of how you breached his rules.
The man is such a charmer. And I mean that in the most sarcastic way possible.
When I don’t reply, his tone shifts to that authoritative one. “Have you become a glutton for punishment, Aurora? Is that it?”
I face away from him. “I’m not feeling well.”
“What do you mean you’re not feeling well? You were fine last night.”
“Well, I’m not today.”
“You still have the attitude, so you can’t be too unwell.”
The bastard. “Well, I am. Now, leave me alone.”
“You need to quit the habit of chasing me out, Aurora. That will never happen unless it’s on my terms. Understood?”
I purse my lips but say nothing.
“What did I say about answering my questions?”
“Fine. Okay. As you wish, your majesty.”
“I thought you weren’t feeling well, yet it seems like you fancy a mouth fuck.”
“I’ll never let you do that.” I might like the pain he lashes out, but degradation is another thing altogether.
“I’m the one who decides whatever the fuck I want to do with you. After all, you’re my property.”
“I’ll never do it willingly, so if you’re in the mood to force me, go for it.”
He narrows his eyes, but seems to let it go. It’s the deceptive type of reassurance he shows now and again. As for what he’ll actually do? Yeah, no one knows that.
“Now tell me, why are you feeling unwell?” He sits on the edge of the bed and places his knuckles on my forehead. “You’re not warm.”
If I wasn’t before, I am now. I suck in a breath at the way his skin burns on mine and swiftly pull away.
“Can’t you leave me alone?”
“That’s a no. You should’ve learnt by now that I always get what I want, so you might as well tell me.”
“Arrogant prick,” I mutter under my breath.
“I heard that. And I’m not arrogant, I’m goal-oriented. Arrogance comes from false beliefs I don’t have.”
That is true. Jonathan is the type who never starts anything unless he already knows the end result.
“I’m waiting, Aurora.”
“Don’t you have work?”
“You also have work and your black belt friend must be throwing a search party, but you’re not making a move to go. This is your last chance to freely divulge information before I resort to my methods.”
“And what are those? Spanking me?”
“Not in your current situation, but I’ll take a rain cheque on that.”