“Relax.” Still moving his fingers inside my pussy, he circles my clit with his thumb. Small bursts of pleasure grip me and I let myself fall slack against the leather.

“Good girl.”

I moan at the sound of those words out of his mouth. After last week’s fuck-up, I thought I would never hear them again.

“You’ll be able to take me, won’t you?”

“Mmm.”

“What if my dick is too big for this tight arse?”

“I can take it.”

“You can, huh?”

“Mmm.”

“You want me to confiscate your last virginity for myself?”

My thighs clench at the thought, and I’m so turned on that I can’t see straight. “Y-yes.”

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, Jonathan.”

“Fuck you where?”

“In the arse. Fuck me in the arse.”

A low grunt fills the air as Jonathan uses my juices as natural lube. He takes his time prepping me that I wiggle my arse against him so he gets on with it.

He then thrusts his cock an inch inside me, and although he’s been preparing me since the island, the stretching sensation is real.

“Oh…G-God…” My voice is broken by both pleasure and pain. They always come hand in hand with Jonathan, and I’ve become so accustomed to it that the mere thought of having one without the other depresses me.

“I’m going to own every fucking inch of you.”

It could be his words or the way he’s stimulating my body, but I relax even further, my nails digging into the sofa until he’s fully inside.

With his fingers deep into my pussy, I feel so utterly full, like I’ve never experienced before. His cock doesn’t compare to the plugs. It’s so much more real, and the sparks of pleasure feel like they’re shooting from all places at once.

The mere brush of my hard nipples against my clothes and the leather sends an additional bolt of arousal to my core and arse. Everything in me is attuned to the feel of him inside me, at my back, and all around me.

But it’s not only about the physical connection. Being with Jonathan is like free-falling without a landing. It’s finding oneself after years of being lost. It’s peace after a war. And it’s all because of him.

He called me his queen once, but what he doesn’t know is that there’s no king to my kingdom but him.

It might be a small kingdom compared to his empire, but mine is more intimate, and he’s the only person I would ever allow inside my bubble.

He’s the only person who’s made me feel safe, even though the world is scared of him.

My calculative tyrant and skilled lover.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jonathan moves slowly, both in my pussy and in my arse, letting me get accustomed to him.

A whimper rips in the air and I realise it’s mine as he picks up his pace. Sparks of pleasure like I’ve never known crowd in my nerve endings with a crippling force.

“J-Jonathan…I-I…”

He wraps strong, masculine fingers around my nape, giving me the anchor I need. “That’s it. Fall into me, wild one.”

I turn my head towards him and he holds my eyes hostage as the orgasm rips through me with a strength I’ve never experienced. It’s a shattering. A fall with no chance of hitting the bottom.

Jonathan continues his onslaught, powering into me, and as he promised, he owns every fucking inch of me. His cock meets his fingers through the thin barrier and my lids droop to soak in the sensation. I can’t stop watching him filling me, even with the uncomfortable angle.

His shoulders tense under his jacket as he stops. Then a grunt spills from his sensual lips as his cum warms my insides and drips down my thighs.

I whimper at the loss of him when he pulls out of me, his cock and fingers leaving wet trails on my inner thigh and arse.

But before I can ponder on the loss, Jonathan turns me around, backs me against the sofa, and takes my lips in a slow, hungry kiss that steals my breath more than the one from earlier.

It’s like he’s cementing the connection we just had and sealing it with a kiss. I soften against him, my fingers digging into his hard chest for balance.

“In case you haven’t figured out the answer, listen carefully, Aurora,” he whispers in dark words against my mouth. “I will not let you go.”

27

Jonathan

I carry a sleeping Aurora in my arms from the bathroom to the bedroom.

I keep telling her that falling asleep in the bathtub is dangerous, but she mumbles that I’m there.

It’s true. I am there. I don’t take the fact that she trusts me enough to fall asleep in my arms for granted.

Since I took her a few days ago, I’ve been trying to spend as much time with her as physically possible.

Not having her sleep next to me on an everyday basis has been torture. Needless to say, I’ve been having blue balls for all the times I didn’t fuck her or spank her until she begged me to come.

But here’s the strangest part. It’s not only about the physical connection — even if it started that way. While I love how she comes undone under my touch, I enjoy how she curls into my embrace more. How she wraps her arms and legs around me while she sleeps. How she holds on to me when she has nightmares. How my name is the first thing she whispers when she wakes up. How she grabs my arm and invites me to the baths I run for her.

Most of all, I enjoy how she tells me about her days and her work. How she retells one of her and Layla’s adventures with a huge smile on her face. How she keeps urging me to get in touch with Aiden and Levi because they’re my family.

Aurora barged into my life, wreaked havoc in my order, and disrupted my chessboard. At first, the moves she made were insignificant, but they kept escalating with time. By the time I noticed the changes, it was already too late to kick her out.

Not that I would.

If anything, I’m keeping her.

All of her.

She smells of her apple lotion that I’ve become lowkey addicted to. It’s not even about the scent of apples — it’s about her natural body warmth mingled with it. It’s a trademark that no other human being would be able to replicate.

I can’t get enough of it no matter how long I fill my nostrils with it.

She moans softly when I place her on the bed. I cover her with a sheet over her bathrobe and spend a few minutes watching her.

It doesn’t matter how often I see her soft face with the tiny features, full lips and long lashes. It doesn’t matter whether she’s asleep or awake.

I can’t get enough of watching her, of wanting to get so close that she won’t be able to leave.

Am I being overbearing? Probably.

But I honestly can’t imagine my life without her in it. If anything, I’ve forgotten how I used to live before she came along.

I brush my lips against her forehead before I begrudgingly leave her side and step into my closet.

After putting on a tuxedo, I stand in front of the mirror to do my bowtie. While I hate to leave Aurora’s side, I have a banquet to attend.

She’s out for the night after the thorough fucking and bath massage.

Besides, if I even attempt to skip tonight, Harris will show up here and bitch for an hour about meetings like the workaholic he is.