Aurora’s POV

​I let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "Hell no. I love the way you fuck me, Raymond. That is all. It’s physical. Once I’m done experiencing this... this thrill, I’m going back to the man I love. I’m going back to Oliver."

​Once I kill you, I’ll go back to Oliver, I corrected myself silently. I needed that anchor. I needed to remember the mission.

​"So the Alpha King can’t fuck you like I do?" he asked, his voice dripping with a dark, arrogant confidence. "He doesn’t make you scream until you lose your voice? He doesn’t leave you shaking and begging for more?"

​"I don’t want to talk about this," I whispered, my pussy starting to throb at the memory of him. "I’m ending the call."

​"Wait." The command in his voice stopped my thumb over the end button. "I want a picture."

​I frowned. "What picture?"

​"A picture of your pussy, Aurora." My breath left me in a rush. "Right now. I want you to spread your legs and take a picture of what I claimed last night. Send it to me."

​"Hell no!" I gasped, my hand instinctively going between my legs.

​"Remember our contract," he said, and I could practically hear the darkness returning to his eyes. "You fulfill my desires. And right now, I want to jerk off while staring at your soaked pussy. I want to see how swollen you still are from me."

​My clit twitched. Just hearing him say it—the raw, dirty authority in his voice—made a wave of heat wash over me. I felt the familiar dampness between my thighs, my body betraying me yet again.

​"You’ll just blackmail me with it," I said, my voice weak.

​He scoffed, a sound of pure dismissal. "I’m bigger than that, little bird. I don’t need a photo to ruin you; I can do that with my bare hands. Now, do it for me. I’m waiting."

​He ended the call before I could argue.

​I sat there in the silence, the phone heavy in my hand. I hated him. I wanted him dead. But as I slowly slid the nightgown up my thighs and felt the cold air hit my sensitized skin, I knew I was going to do it. I spread my legs on the bed, the aching soreness from the night before a sharp reminder of his power. My fingers moved to the lace of my panties, pulling them aside to reveal how pink and wet I already was just from his voice. I took the phone, my heart racing, and snapped the photo.

​I hit send, my whole body trembling. I was a traitor, a liar, and a sinner—but as I watched the "Delivered" icon appear, all I could think about was him touching himself while looking at me.

​I stared at the screen, my heart racing with unease. The "Read" receipt stared back at me. One minute passed. Then two. My skin felt tight, every nerve ending screaming for a reaction.

​Finally, the typing bubbles appeared.

​"Fuck! I want you. Now."

​I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My pussy gave a sharp, demanding clench, and the dampness between my thighs became worse. I was acting like a woman possessed, but I couldn’t stop. I shouldn’t have sent it, but now that he’d seen me, I wanted the same from him. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

​"I want to see yours," I typed back.

​The moment I hit send, I felt like a fool. I threw the phone onto the bed, covering my face with my hands. What was I doing? He was a killer. He was the enemy. But before I could talk myself out of it, the phone buzzed with a notification.

​I opened the image, and my breath hitched.

​It was a close-up. His large, tattooed hand was wrapped tightly around his cock, his knuckles white from the pressure. He didn’t show the whole length, but the sheer thickness filling his palm was enough to make my head spin. I could see the dark, swollen cap of his head peeking out above his thumb, glistening with a heavy drop of precum. He was rock hard, pulsing, and the sight of those ink-covered fingers against his heated skin made me moan out loud.

​Before I could even process the image, the phone began to ring. I answered on the first vibration.

​"Where are you?" his voice rasped, sounding deeper and more distorted than before. I could hear the rhythmic, wet sound of him stroking himself on the other end.

​"Lying on the bed," I whispered, my voice thick with a hunger I couldn’t hide.

​"Undress," he commanded. "Everything. Right now."

​I didn’t argue. I didn’t think about Oliver or the mission. I sat up, peeled my nightgown over my head, and kicked my lace panties onto the floor. I lay back down, completely exposed to the morning air. "I’m naked," I told him, my voice trembling.

​"Good. Spread your legs wide for me, Aurora. Close your eyes. Imagine my hand is there with you."

​I did exactly as I was told. The darkness behind my eyelids made his voice feel like it was right in the room, vibrating through my very skin.

​"Move your hand to your nipples," he groaned. "Pinch them. Hard. Like I did last night."

​I let out a low moan as I caught the peaks between my fingers, twisting them until a sharp bolt of pleasure shot straight to my core. On the other end of the line, I heard him let out a guttural sound, his breathing becoming ragged.

​"Yes... just like that. You’re such a dirty little bird, aren’t you? Soaking for me."

​"Raymond..." I whimpered, my hips beginning to roll against the mattress.

​"Don’t stop. Move your fingers down. I want you to feel how wet you are for me. Slide two fingers into that tight pussy and tell me how it feels."

​I slid my fingers down, gasping as I hit the slick, hot folds. I was dripping. I pushed two fingers inside, stretching myself, and cried out. "It’s... it’s so hot. I’m so wet for you."

​"Fucking slut," he hissed, the sound of his hand moving faster and faster against his cock filling my ear. "I can hear how wet you are. I want you to imagine I’m slamming into you from behind. I want you to imagine my teeth in your neck while you work those fingers. Move them faster, Aurora. Work for me."

​I was losing my mind. I began to pump my fingers in and out, my thumb finding my swollen clit and grinding hard. I was panting, my back arching off the bed as the tension built into a tight, screaming knot.

​"I’m close," I sobbed, my voice breaking. "Raymond, I’m so close."

​"Come for me!" he roared, his voice cracking with the strain. "Scream my name when you take it! Show me how much you love being fucked by me!"

​The world exploded. I screamed his name as the climax ripped through me, my pussy clamping down hard on my fingers as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashed over me. At the same moment, I heard a loud, choked-off groan from the phone, followed by the sound of his heavy, frantic breathing as he came.

​We stayed on the line for a long time, both of us panting, the only sound the static of the connection. The pleasure began to fade, and the cold reality started to creep back into the room.

​"9:00 AM, Aurora," he said finally, his voice returning to that cold, distant tone, though it was still rough. "Don’t be late for work."

​The line went dead.

​I lay there, naked and covered in my own juices, staring at the ceiling. I had just shared the most intimate moment of my life with the man I was meant to kill. And the worst part? I knew I would do it again.