Saving Aurora

Chapter 10

Dexter

You lied to me,” I growl, storming angrily into the bathroom and

slamming the door shut.

“What?” Aurora squeaks, jumping up from where she’s been

sitting on the closed toilet seat and pressing herself tightly against the closest

wall—seemingly attempting to escape my anger.

I smack my palm against the wall near her head. “You lied to me.”

“N-no.” She shakes her head. “I-I haven’t lied.”

“We do not lie to each other,” I say, taking a deep breath and forcing myself

to relax. I’m scaring her, something I swore to myself I’d never do. I have come

so far in getting her to trust me. And now I can see her eyes are round with fear.

Any progress I made in my seduction is quickly slipping away.

“That milkshake tasted like s**t. Why did you tell me you enjoyed it?” After

taking a sip, I’d thrown the f*****g thing against the wall in both frustration and

anger at the situation Aurora and I have found ourselves in. But if I’m honest, what

had really irritated me was the fact that Aurora had lied to me. I may have kept

things from her, but I have never lied.

“You were already pissed off,” she states, her voice quivering slightly on the

verge of tears. Then my amazing princess takes a large sucking breath through

her nose and continues with more confidence. “I didn’t think it was smart to

make you any angrier.”

“My anger has never been directed at you.”

This is a f****d up situation. But Aurora is in no way to blame. Others will be

made to pay for what they’ve done; I can f*****g guarantee that!

“Now, I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to tell me the

truth.” I wait until she nods her head slightly in understanding. “Did you enjoy

that milkshake?”

She relaxes at my question, which was my intention all along.

“I’m not sure what that drink was, but it wasn’t a milkshake.” Her voice is

still soft, but she has a bit of her confidence back, which makes me smile.

“It wasn’t like any milkshake I’ve ever had,” I agree. “It was fucking

disgusting.”

Someday soon I plan on taking Aurora to get a real milkshake, thick with

homemade ice cream and topped with whipped cream, from my favorite diner—

a tacky retro place near my Vermont cabin.

Removing my hand from the wall, I place it lightly on her bare shoulder. She

flinches. My blood rages with anger, both at myself and whoever brought her

here. I don’t want her cowering at my touch like it’s burning her skin. I want her

craving it; I want this woman begging me to touch her—to have all of her.

“Where do you normally sleep?”

The question surprises her. “What?”

“Where do they keep you at night?”

“On the floor in one of the closets, like the other maids.”

Her admission has me balling my fists in anger, but this time I manage to

outwardly control my emotions.

Biting her lip, she holds my gaze. “Will you be honest with me?”

“I said we’d be honest with one another, didn’t I?”

This is why I’m so f*****g angry. Our relationship may be starting out

completely f****d up, but I still want us to be honest with one another. I don’t

know Aurora well enough to read all her non-verbal cues, except when her soaking

wet cunt does the talking, and I need her to tell me how she really feels.

“What did that man want who came to the door?”

“He came to take you back and lock you in for the night,” I growl. “But I

informed him that I wasn’t done with you yet and that you’d be staying here with

me.” And for the foreseeable future.

This is what had set off my anger, the horrible treatment of Aurora. Beyond that

of f*****g kidnapping her—they’ve traumatized her. My princess.

The quick call I made to my assistant, Trevor, angered me further. There is

no new information as to how or why Aurora is here. She has not been reported

missing by either her parents or her university, both of which is troubling.

Calming myself, I place my hands on the wall on either side of her head, lean

forward, and kiss her lightly, teasing, seducing her lips with my own. I’m

triumphant. Soon Aurora is placing her hands lightly on my waist and leaning into

the kiss.

“Now we can have our bath.” I reluctantly pull away and turn toward the

large tub. Perfect for two.

“But we just took a shower.”

“You don’t take a bath without rinsing off first. Otherwise, you’re stewing in

your own filth.”

This statement gets me a small smile and snort of laughter.

“You make an excellent point.” Her tone is somewhat mocking, and I relax

knowing she’s comfortable enough with me to tease.

“I know.”

I turn the taps on full blast and the room quickly fills with the sound of

rushing water and steam.

Turning around, I return to Aurora and, taking hold of her arm, gently tug her

toward me. Although she doesn’t protest, she does attempt to shake off my hold.

I let go, only so I can pull off the towel she’s wrapped in.

“Hey.” Aurora grabs at the towel as it falls to the ground. She then tries in vain

to cover her gorgeous nakedness.

“When was the last time you had a nice hot bath?” I ask, wrapping my arm

round her waist and pulling her to me. She comes willingly, wrapping her arms

around my waist.

“I don’t remember.”

“We’ll make sure this one is memorable,” I promise her, cupping the back of

her head with my free hand and kissing her lightly, teasing her lips until she’s

kissing me roughly in frustration, taking what she wants. Me.

“Make sure the water’s not too hot,” I tell her, eventually pulling out of the

kiss.

I run my hand slowly down her back, taking in her unconscious shivers of

pleasure. Reaching her firm buttock, I palm it—enjoying how perfectly it fits in

my hand—before I push her gently toward the waiting tub, which I soon realize

is a mistake.

Watching Aurora bend over, seeing her breasts dangling like perfectly ripened

fruit and her bare inviting cunt, has me wanting to thrust balls deep into her

while I squeeze her breasts and pluck her dark n*****s.

She splashes her hand in the water before looking over her shoulder at me—

her wet hair hanging in thick graspable waves.

“It’s fine.”

“Get in.” I try not to growl as I throw off my own towel. I stalk toward her,

and she scrambles into the water, ducking underneath with a small splash.

I reach across the tub and turn off the taps, and then slowly lower myself into

the blissfully hot water at the other end so Aurora and I are facing each other. She

quickly tucks her legs up against her chest as I settle in, my knees bent slightly

as my feet rest on either side of her hips.

Leaning my head back against the tub, I let my forearms rest on my knees—

melting into the heat. For the first time since I left Boston two days ago, I allow

myself to truly relax.

Ever since I looked up to find Aurora standing next to my chair and asking with

tight, nervous politeness what I would like to drink, this insane trip Peter insisted

I go on started making sense. He knew I’d recognize his cousin, knew I wouldn’t

leave without her, that I’d ensure her safety, and he definitely knew he could

count on my discretion. I’m sure my friend didn’t count on me taking full

advantage of the situation though. It’s his own f*****g fault for not coming out

himself two weeks ago when we began planning the marathon of meetings for

these past two days. He knew what, who, I’d find! I wonder how he discovered

her location, and what stopped him from rescuing her himself.

As the hot water begins to loosen my sore and tired muscles, a new plan

begins to take shape. Peter will hate it, but I’ve never needed his fucking

approval for anything! It’s all in the planning and execution.

“Have you ever been in a hot tub while it snowed?” I ask, closing my eyes

and imagining we’re a world away.

“You mean outside?”

“Of course.”

“No.” She scoffs incredulously. “That sounds crazy.”

“There’s nothing like it,” I tell her, opening my eyes to see she’s let herself

relax. “Breathing in the cold air while you’re surrounded by warmth.”

“If you say so,” she says in a disbelieving tone.

“Every Christmas my parents would rent the same cabin in Vermont for a

month,” I tell her. “And I would run through the freezing snow on the deck and

jump into the hot tub.”

“You did this for fun?” she asks with a small smile, stretching out her legs

and fully relaxing.

“Yes,” I tell her. Someday I will take her to the cabin in Vermont, which I

now own. I know Aurora would love the quaint shops in the small town of Pinetree,

and the peacefulness of the woods the cabin is nestled in. It is close enough to

the ski resort, but far enough away to be completely private—the perfect

getaway.

“My family has a place in Colorado,” Aurora says softly, telling me something I

already know. The house is a large A-frame, with a side of glass looking out onto

the local ski-slopes.

It’s an impressive house, I had attended several parties there thrown by her

father’s company over the years, but nothing like my snug little cabin nestled in

the woods.

“Really?” I ask, feigning ignorance. I reach down into the water and wrap

my fingers firmly around one of her ankles. Ignoring her pull against my hold, I

ask, “You ski?”

“What are you doing?”

I pretend not to hear her question, instead lifting her leg up to have a better

grip. I begin to gently massage her foot as I tell her, “I prefer snowboarding.”

“Me too,” she agrees. I then watch her face as she attempts to suppress a

moan of pleasure as I continue to knead the sole of her foot firmly.

“Relax,” I softly command, running one hand up her leg to massage her calf.

I watch as she struggles to follow my instructions. The pleasure I am giving

her wins out, and her leg goes weightless in my hand. “Good girl.