Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 86325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I've never seen her this fiery and wound up. It awakens something in me, something I thought her lies had killed. And yet the embers in my heart are still lit, burning slowly. My cock swells to attention at the sight of Aurora's trembling bottom lip.
"I don't want to listen to you defending yourself," I bite out. "I just want to punish you."
She visibly pales as I point to a St. Andrew's cross in the corner of the room, then laughs incredulously. "You can't be serious. I'm not getting on that thing."
"Did I make it seem like you have a choice?" I snarl, taking a step closer and making her shrink back. "My father told you already – you're worthless to us now. So, you better prove you're good for something before I let someone shoot you dead. Got it, liar?"
She presses her lips together and doesn't say a word. What she does is walk over to the cross.
“Get naked,” I tell her.
She crosses her arms again.
“Do it, or I’ll rip that fucking dress right off you.”
I love the way her hands are shaking as she lets the dress fall around her; as she removes her underwear. I smirk, push her up to the cross and shackle her wrists high.
She doesn't say a word, not as I strap a massage wand to her thigh and not when I put clamps on her rosy nipples. I can tell it hurts because she's wincing, but she won't give me the pleasure of her moans, and that only serves to make me angrier.
These past few days, I've done my very fucking best to stay away from Aurora, but my cock has a mind of its own and I soon realize that thinking I could stay away is foolish. So here I am, but I won't be gentle with her, not like I used to be. She's crushed my trust into pieces and ground it up into dust. I'll never believe a word out of her lying mouth again. So, one way or another, I have to rebuild that. I'll start here, right in this room. And I'll make my princess sing for me. If I catch her in a lie though, she'll pay dearly.
I explain as much to her as I carefully sort through the whips and crops. She watches with fear-filled eyes as I finally select a leather paddle and face her. "Did you understand everything I said, liar?"
"I did," she manages. "But I'm not going to lie to you, Ryder, I don't want to –"
"Enough." I tilt her chin back using the paddle. "If you're so eager to prove you won't lie to me... answer this question. Did it make you wet when I brought you in here?"
"N-No," she shakes her head vehemently. I deliver the first blow to her juicy little ass and she whimpers. "Ryder, no!"
"Then tell the truth." She pales as I raise the paddle again. "Are you wet between your legs right now, liar?"
"No!"
I get up close and she shuts her eyes to avoid me. "You're so bad at this, Aurora. You know I'm going to find out in a second, so why lie?"
I part her legs and she mewls like a lost kitten as I swipe my thumb over her predictably soaked cunt. Her eyes finally open and she manages to whisper, "Don't do this to me, please. I don't deserve it."
"You don't?" I laugh. "You deserve worse than this, liar. But you'll have to make do with what I want to give you. Who knows how long I'll keep you in here!"
I smack her ass with the paddle again and she cries out.
"Maybe I'll go for months, maybe years. Maybe you won't be able to go out again until you die down here, alone and withered like a dead flower."
Her bottom lip trembles again. I should feel bad about this, I do have some morality left. But this girl has fucked with my head, spun me around her little finger, and above all, lied to me repeatedly, making me fall for a version of her that was never even real.
"Don't keep me in here," she whispers.
"Keep lying and I fucking will." I raise the paddle again. "Have you missed my cock?"
She looks right into my eyes and nods miserably. "Yes."
"Are you finally learning?" I grin, ready to torture her further. "Did your papa make you help with the murders? Did you help him kill that little girl?"
It's as if something breaks inside her when I ask that. Her shoulders slump and a sob rips itself from her throat. I'm shocked by her visceral reaction but do my best not to show my surprise. Finally, Aurora speaks, the word barely audible over both of our heartbeats.
"Yes. I helped him."
My stomach fucking falls. She isn't lying, that much is obvious – but to admit she had something to do with those deaths is shocking and appalling. I don't even know how to react, so I turn my back to her while she starts to cry.