to outsmart me and get what she wants. I indulge her and even let her win sometimes.
I know. I, Jonathan King, who makes sure to crush anyone who goes against him, is letting someone win.
There’s a good reason for that. Her expression lights up whenever she gets something from me, thinking she’s snatched it away. There’s also the way her breathing hitches when she asks me to kiss her or hug her as part of her demands.
The way she sneaks into my bed and mumbles half-asleep that I can punish her for it in the morning.
It’s those little things; the smile on her face, the awe in her stormy eyes, and the way she watches me.
The way she pretends I’m bugging her but then begs me to fuck her until she’s screaming my name.
The way she says I’m boring yet barges into my office and pushes Harris away so I’ll teach her chess.
“It must be a dull game,” she said while Harris grumbled in the background before leaving.
“Why would you think that?” I asked.
“Because you like it.”
“What will you do for me if I change your mind?”
She gulped and then threw her hands in the air, pretending to be engrossed in the board.
I did change her mind and she paid for that one with a rough fuck against the carpet with my hand around her throat.
At times, I say I’ll take it easy on her. That today, I won’t spank her or roughen her up, but whenever she’s in sight, all my resolve scatters into thin air. She brings out the intensity in me and makes me want to take her to unimaginable heights.
It doesn’t help that she screams for more, or that her body unravels around me like she was always meant to be mine.
She was.
She is.
I stroke a stray strand of her hair off her eyes with a finger. She’s hugging the duvet as if it’s my chest.
The line of her soft curves has a handprint from when I gripped her last night and fucked her raw. Her arse is completely marked by me and her tits have some hickeys. I like to leave my marks on her skin whenever I can. To see her all mine. To know she chose this willingly.
Her lips part and a soft moan spills free as she leans into my touch.
Fuck me.
This woman has the ability to drive me fucking insane, even when she’s sleeping.
I shouldn’t feel proud whenever she says I’m unstoppable, or that I’m nothing like anything she’s experienced before. But I am.
She didn’t tell me that with her own mouth, though. Aurora would never admit to that in front of me.
I overheard her conversation with Black Belt when they were lounging by the swimming pool the other day.
Which reminds me that I shouldn’t eavesdrop on conversations not meant for my ears. But when it comes to her, I do it anyway.
Aurora has come into my life like a wrecking ball, and there’s no way to stop the change she’s bringing on.
I could set her free, give her back the stocks and go back to my balanced life.
But a wild part of me rebels at the thought. Which is ironic, considering I was never a rebel.
My parents were the conservative, refined type. My mother participated in a million associations and my father was a businessman. My older brother and I were brought up to be leaders. Only, we took different routes to achieve that.
James was the rebel — the black sheep who cared more about sports and partying and drugs.
I cared about accomplishments. I lived my entire life aiming for more, but never got enough. It could be because I watched my father hit rock bottom after someone targeted the family business.
It could be because I also watched James spiral out of control after his head injury until he eventually slipped between my fingers.
After witnessing both of their early deaths, I decided I’d never let anything else slip out of my control.
So why the fuck am I letting Aurora sleep in my bed every night?
Her eyes flutter open and she blinks a few times before her focus remains on my face. For a second, she smiles, eyes easing and nose twitching. Just as quickly, she shakes her head as if realising she shouldn’t be doing that.
“Jonathan?” she croaks. “What time is it?”
“Late.”
“What?”
“You’re late. Your alarm went off fifteen minutes ago.”
She stares at the clock on the bedside table and groans, sitting up. Her tits are distracting as fuck when she