Aurora's POV. 27.
Aurora's Guilt.
"Richard..."
I stammered, the word barely escaping my lips. His breath was hot against my face, a tangled mess with mine. My back pressed harder against the cold wall.
He tightened his hold, pinning my wrists above my head. "I know you want me, Aurora. Tell me, is Luther satisfying you? Is he not doing his job properly? Is he not f*****g you hard enough? No damn way that crippled loser could ever give you the pleasure you deserve!" A cruel smirk twisted his lips.
"Damn it, Aurora! Just let me have you! I want to f**k you so badly! I need to taste you already! I've been craving this for far too long.." He growled, his eyelids nearly closed in a haze of lust.
He lowered his head, his lips ghosting along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
