Greg's POV
Aurora's defiance was written all over her face—those fiery eyes daring me to do something, anything, to gain control over this impossible situation.
Yet, it was her silence that shook me the most. It wasn’t the silence of submission. No, it was the silence of resistance, stubborn and unyielding, and it burned through every ounce of control I thought I had.
I leaned closer, my voice low, barely more than a whisper. “What should I do with you right now?”
Aurora stiffened under me, her breathing shallow, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
My gaze flickered to her mouth before I forced myself to look away.
This wasn’t about her. It couldn’t be. It was about control—about reminding myself that I was the one in charge, not her.
But
