Luther's POV. 34.
Aurora turned around, anger flashing in her stormy eyes. "You think you can do this every time? That you can just f*****g control me like a puppet?"
I laughed. Low, dark, and cruel. "Oh, baby, You don’t understand yet, do you?" I advanced, watching the way her breathing hitched. She wasn’t afraid. No, she was f*****g defiant.
It made me feel so aroused that my c**k was pressing against my pants.
She moved to slap me. I caught her wrist midair, twisting her arm behind her back, forcing her against the wall. My mouth brushed her ear. "You think I won’t take what’s already mine?"
"f**k you, Luther!" she spat. Despite feeling somewhat vulnerable.
My teeth scraped the skin of her neck. "That’s exactly what you’re about to do. To get f****d!"
I turned her around,
