Oliver's POV
"Tell me, Aurora," I hissed, my chest heaving against her knees. "Does the King make you feel this? Does he make you beg for more even when you're breaking?"
"No… ah! No, Raymond," she sobbed, her bound hands reaching out to clutch at my hair. "He's too... he's too careful. I don't want careful. I want you to ruin me. Fuck me harder!"
"Careful is for things you want to keep," I growled, my pace becoming a relentless, rhythmic thud. "I just want to use you. Tell me what you are to me."
"I'm yours... nnn-yes... I'm your toy. Your property. Just don't stop!"
I groaned, my wolf's pride stung by her admission even as my body thrived on it. I pulled her off the bed entirely, her feet hitting the floor for only a second before I hoisted her up. I marched her toward the wall, her legs locked around my waist and her bound wrists hooked over my neck.
