​Aurora’s POV

​I hated him. I hated every breath he took and every secret he kept behind that mask, but my body was a traitor. It didn’t care about my revenge; it only cared about the way he was making me feel.

​He pulled back for a second, his chest heaving. The dark mask was inches from my face. "You were going to let them," he hissed, his voice thick with a dark, twisted pain. "You were really going to let them put their hands on you."

​"I told you," I gasped, my lungs burning. I wanted to spit in his face, but my voice came out weak. "I’m yours. Do whatever you want."

​A low growl ripped from his throat. He grabbed a black silk tie and snapped it across my eyes, tying it tight. The world went pitch black. I couldn’t see, but I could feel everything—the smell of leather, the scent of the whiskey on his breath, and the heat coming off him like a furnace.

​He didn’t waste time. He shoved me down onto the desk, my chest hitting the cold wood. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so my neck was exposed. I felt his hot mouth drop to my chest. He caught one of my nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make me arch my back before he began to suck it hard. I let out a loud moan, my toes curling against the floor as the sharp pull sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

​I hated how much I liked it. I hated that even as I planned his death, my heart was thudding for his touch.

​"Please," I whimpered, but he didn’t stop. He moved to the other side, his tongue swirling around the peak before he pulled the whole length of my nipple into his mouth, sucking so deep it felt like he was trying to swallow me whole.

​He flipped me over roughly, pinning my hands above my head with one of his. He was raw and completely unhinged. He didn’t use any protection; he didn’t use any oil. He just lined himself up and pushed inside me in one heavy, brutal stroke.

​I screamed into the empty room, my body stretching to take all of him. It was thick, hard, and pulsing. He began to move, his pace fast and punishing. Every time he hit me, my body slid across the desk, the wood scraping my skin. He wasn’t being tender. He was fucking me with a fury that made my head spin.

​"Tell me," he growled, his voice vibrating inside me. "Whose are you?"

​"Yours," I sobbed, my hands clawing at the desk. "I’m yours, Raymond."

​For a moment, the mission disappeared. The revenge and my family’s blood were gone, replaced by the sheer power of him. He let out a guttural sound and moved faster. He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders, opening me up completely so he could go even deeper. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, raw and loud. He was hammering into me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

​I was losing my mind. My clit was rubbing against him with every thrust, and the friction was starting to burn in the best way possible. I felt the climax building—a dark, violent wave that threatened to drown me. I hated him for being the only one who could make me feel this alive, even while I wanted him dead.

​He shifted again, dragging me to the edge of the desk and forcing me to stand on shaky legs while he stayed behind me. He bent me over, his hands bruising my hips as he drove into me from behind. This style was deeper, hitting a spot that made my vision explode into white sparks behind the blindfold.

​"Look at what you do to me," he hissed, though I couldn’t see him. He was shaking, his muscles tight as iron.

​I felt the tension in his body reach a breaking point. He was right on the edge, his muscles vibrating against me like a live wire. I waited for the final surge, but instead, he let out a frustrated growl and pulled out abruptly. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

​The sudden cold made me whimper, a sound I hated myself for making. My sight was still dark, the silk tie pressing against my eyelids as he hauled me off the desk. My legs were like jelly, but he didn’t care. He dragged me across the room toward the bed.

​He sat back against the headboard and pulled me onto him. I gasped as I felt his thick, pulsing cock slide deep into my pussy again. Even after all that time on the desk, the sheer size of him filled me so completely it felt like he was reaching my heart.

​"Move," he commanded, his voice raw and broken.

​I began to ride him, my hips rolling as I sank onto his length over and over. I hated him. I hated that I was doing exactly what he wanted. But the feeling was too much. The friction was perfect, and the way he filled every inch of me made my head spin.

​Suddenly, his hands came up, cupping my face with a strange, desperate intensity. He pulled me down and crashed his mouth against mine.

​Fuck.

​Everything vanished. The revenge, the poison, the dead-end mission—it all burned up in the heat of that kiss. I didn’t just let him; I kissed him back with a passion that terrified me. My tongue danced with his, and for a moment, I wasn’t a victim and he wasn’t a monster. We were just two souls drowning in each other.

​The rhythm shifted. The brutal, punishing pace slowed down, turning into something agonizingly deep and passionate. The raw violence was gone, replaced by a heavy, soul-crushing pleasure that felt far more dangerous. It felt like lovemaking, and that realization made my heart ache.

"Focus. Don’t forget why you’re here." I told myself. "This is just a means to an end." But it felt as though I was lying to myself.

​He flipped me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress with the weight of his body. He stayed inside me, moving with a slow, grinding pressure that made me moan his name into his mouth. Every time he pushed deep, he kissed me again, his lips soft and searching.

​"Why?" I whispered against his lips, my mind a foggy mess of pleasure and confusion.

​Why did this feel so familiar? The way he held my hands, the way his chest felt against my breasts, the scent of him... it was a memory I couldn’t quite grasp. I hated him, I reminded myself. I hated Raymond.

​But as he moved inside me, stretching my pussy with that slow, perfect rhythm, I couldn’t find the strength to fight it. I loved the way he touched me. I loved the way he made me forget the world. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, surrendering to the traitorous bliss of the man who was supposed to be my enemy.