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Chapter 55: Almost.
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2026-06-17 18:04:28
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Aurora's POV "You've been ignoring me," Kevin said, falling into step beside me on the sidewalk right outside the coffee shop like he'd been waiting there the whole time. Knowing Kevin, he probably had. The sun beat down, making my sundress stick to my thighs. "I have not," I said, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder. "I've just been busy, okay?" "You graduated three weeks ago. What's keeping you so busy?" His voice was gentle but persistent, like he really wanted to know. "Life, Kevin. You know how it is." I shrugged, but my mind flashed to last night—Xavier pinning me down, his thick cock stretching me while he growled that I was his. Heat crept up my neck. I was the worst. "Aurora." He caught my arm gently, stopping me. That warm, open expression was on his face again. "Things have felt weird between us since you moved back to the mansion. Did I do something? Tell me straight." "You didn't. Things aren't weird." Guilt twisted in my stomach. Kevin had always been solid—there
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His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you) Chapter 56: She Is Still Here.
Aurora's POV "She is still here," I said, dropping my bag by the kitchen table with a heavy thud. Madam Lucy set a cup of tea in front of me without a word. That kind of silence from her always meant she already knew everything and was deciding how much truth to drop on me. "Diana," I added anyway, just to fill the quiet. "I know who you mean, Aurora," she replied calmly, pouring her own cup. "She was supposed to leave Sunday. It’s Tuesday." I wrapped both hands around the warm mug, gripping it tighter than necessary. "She’s still in that house, walking around in silk robes like she owns the place, leaving her perfume in every single room. And Xavier is just letting it happen. Why isn’t he forcing her out?" "Has he said anything to her?" Madam Lucy asked, sitting down across from me. "He says things. He tells her to leave. She smiles that sweet little smile and stays anyway." I shook my head. "She’s decided she’s not going anywhere, and I can’t be in that house while she’s in i
His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you) Chapter 55: Almost.
Aurora's POV "You studied for six hours today," Xavier said from the doorway of the library, tie loosened, jacket gone, the particular undone version of him that only existed late at night when the house was quiet. "Five," I corrected without looking up from my textbook. "The first hour was mostly Marinette talking." "Go to bed, Aurora." "After this chapter." "You said that an hour ago." He crossed the room and closed the textbook with one hand. When I looked up, the words died in my throat. He was close, closer than he’d been all week, the careful distance gone. The lamplight caught his jaw, his eyes, the open collar of his shirt, and thinking became impossible. "Xavier," I said. "Bed," he said. "You are not my father." "No." His eyes held mine. "I am not." The air shifted. The uncle layer dropped, and whatever was underneath rose to the surface. "You have been avoiding me," I said quietly. "I have been careful." "Same thing." "Not the same thing." He straightened. "The
His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you) Chapter 54: Finals.
Aurora's POV "I cannot believe you are actually studying right now," Marinette said from across the table, chin resting in her palm, watching me with the expression of someone observing a phenomenon they couldn't quite explain. "Finals are in four days, Marinette." "You were kidnapped six days ago." "And I escaped." I turned a page without looking up. "Life goes on." "She has a point," Rose said from beside me, her own textbook open, highlighter moving steadily across the page. "We have been behind since the wedding drama. Some of us cannot afford to fail." "Some of us," Marinette repeated, glancing between us. "Meaning me." "Meaning you," Rose confirmed. Marinette groaned and pulled her textbook toward her with the energy of someone being asked to carry something very heavy uphill, and the three of us settled into the kind of quiet that only existed between people who had been friends long enough to study in the same room without filling every silence. We were in the mansion
His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you) Chapter 53: All yours.
Aurora's POV The shower stung the scrapes on my knuckles and the deep bruise along my ribs, but I let the water run anyway. Madam Lucy had fussed over me, but my body was already aching for something else. I slipped into Xavier’s oversized button-down shirt, the hem barely covering my ass, and padded into the master bedroom. Xavier was waiting, shirtless in gray sweatpants, his thick cock already half-hard and tenting the fabric. His dark eyes locked on me like I was prey. “You should be resting,” he growled, crossing the room and cupping my face gently. “But I’m giving you your daily dose tonight, baby girl. That needy little pussy needs my cock.” I whimpered as he guided me to the bed, stacking pillows so I could lean back without straining my bruised ribs. He fed me soup and meds first, but his free hand kept sliding under the shirt, thick fingers teasing my bare pussy lips, spreading the slickness already leaking out of me. The second the tray was gone, he stripped the shirt
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