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I slip my hand between our groins and shift her panties aside. She’s fucking soaked. Her eyes flutter when I brush my finger over her clit.
“You don’t want this, hmm?”
She’s right, though. I’m not going to fuck her. I promised myself that six years ago, and I plan on sticking to it. Even if I come close to the line… even if I toe it. Even if I touch her with other parts of my body.
“No,” she lies.
I think I like when she lies. I like that she convinces herself of something, even when the opposite is true. Because Aurora might say she hates me, might say she doesn’t want to touch me, might say my dick is tiny, but we both know they’re all lies. She doesn’t hate me. She betrayed me, but she doesn’t hate me. And she wants to touch me. That’s why she’s wearing my ring again.
Last and most important—my dick isnottiny.
I pull away, and her mouth drops open.
“How will I drive you crazy tomorrow?” I ask her. “The possibilities are limitless.”
She shakes her head at me, and I shrug. What she did to me six years ago is far worse than anything I could do to her. Although I’m sure going to try to match it.
“You asked for this, sunshine. And payback is a bitch.”
15
AURORA
“You know the best part about living in the same building?”
I groan and roll over.
Try to roll over.
Something catches me around the middle. A hand?
I blink in the darkness, trying to wrap my mind around what the fuck is happening. My arms are over my head, and my mattress is dipping to the side.
And there’s Knox.
He sits even with my hip, holding my waist to keep me from going anywhere.
“I’ll just tell you,” he says. “The best part about living in the same building is that everyone has the same keys! Imagine that. So whilethisis my key…” He holds up one on an unfamiliar ring. It glints in the light that comes in through the windows behind him. “This is yours. They’re the same shape, right?”
I lick my lips. “I assume you have a point?”
“Of course. It means, wife, that all I had to do to get into your apartment was get a bump key. It’s like a master?—”
“I know what a bump key is.” I pull at my wrists, but they don’t move. “Did you tie me up?”
“Handcuffs are coming in the mail next week,” he says solemnly. “I figured my tie would do for now.”
The funny part is that I don’t even really care that he’s tied me up. It doesn’t feelstrangeor out of character. Not after he’s put his hand on my throat, or made me choke on his dick in the plane bathroom, or kissed me until I saw stars at the bar.
Sneaking into my condo kind of sucks. It’s definitely an invasion of privacy.
“I don’t suppose telling you to get out would work?” I try.
He tilts his head, considering it. “Could you try begging? Maybe on your knees, with your mouth open…”
“Fuck off.”
“What was that? You want to suck me off?”
