Aurora's POV. "These are the documents to your house," Luther said, his voice calm but proud. "Your mother’s house. The one they took from you... And, um—94% of the company shares. All in your name."I blinked, staring at him like I misheard. “F-Fuck… hell yes. God. This—this is fucking great! I’m excited, Luther. I swear, this is the best gift ever!”I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him all over—his cheeks, his jaw, his lips. My heart pounded like it was trying to leap out and thank him too.“But… what about my dad? And my stepmother?” I asked, still catching my breath as confusion crept into my smile.Luther smirked slightly and wiped away a tear rolling down my cheek. “Don’t worry. They’ll be fine. I mean—they’re adults. They’ll survive. They still have 6% of the shares. That’s enough to cope.”My throat tightened, but for once, it wasn’t pain. It was power. Power he gave me.“Then… does that mean I’ll start going to work now?” I asked, hopeful. “I want to, Luther. Please.
As I leaned back on his chest, Luther’s arms wrapped tightly around me like he wasn’t planning to ever let go. He kept kissing me...my cheeks, my lips, even my forehead. His mouth roamed my skin like he was claiming it, marking every inch with his need.“Oh my God, Luther, that’s enough,” I groaned, half-laughing, half-annoyed. “Your mouth reeks of cigarettes. Damn it.”I pinched his chest playfully, still straddling him, my legs locked on both sides of his torso.“Really?” he muttered.“Okay, sorry...” I rolled my eyes. “You can continue. Since you’re already getting moody, go on. Let those kisses scar my face, I don’t care.”He chuckled. “Funny.”But then I noticed him stretching to the drawer beside the bed. He pulled it open and took out a pack of cigarettes.“Are you seriously going to smoke now? In here?” I raised my head, frowning.“No, not here. I’ll go to the bathroom,” he started to say, but I cut in.“Bathroom? Hell no.”“I’ll just step away, maybe to the other room..”Befo
Aurora's POV. His lips pressed into mine so hard, it stole my breath. His fingers suddenly slipped inside my pussy, as he curled and moved, drawing out a wetness I couldn’t hold back anymore.“Luther…” I gasped into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. His tongue slid over mine, slow and deep, until I was moaning straight into his kiss.He pulled back, his eyes burning. “Just let me taste you,” he whispered, voice rough and thick with hunger.Before I could speak, he dropped his head between my thighs, dragging my hips down to meet his mouth. His hands spread my legs wide..my pussy already soaking—and then his tongue dove in.“Oh fuck—Luther!” I cried, my hips jolting off the bed as he licked me.He moaned into me like he’d been starving for this, his tongue swirling over my clit, then flattening against it as he sucked hard. The wet sounds of his mouth slurping at me filled the room—hot, nasty, hungry.I was already shaking. My back arched as he sucked my clit, then d
Aurora’s POV. I paced outside the door of our room—mine and Luther’s. The room I hadn’t stepped into for two whole months. My fingers wouldn’t stop twitching. I kept clenching and unclenching my fists like that would stop the tremble running up my arms.God, why was I even shaking?This wasn’t fear. It wasn’t. But whatever it was, it made my skin hot and my throat tighten like something was pressing down on it. I could barely breathe.Just walk in. Say the words. Leave.That’s what I told myself over and over.Then I finally opened the door. Slowly. I peeked in.Empty.My heart sank."Where did he go..." I mumbled to myself, my voice barely making it past my lips. My breath was shaky, my legs still unsure if they should move or collapse."Um... Luther...?" I called out, trying not to sound too hopeful.But even that came out broken.No answer.I walked in further, checked the bathroom.“Fuck,” I muttered, annoyed now. "He isn’t here either?"Grandma said maybe this was how God wanted
Aurora’s POV.Two months.That’s how long it’s been since everything exploded—since Luther dragged Ruby across that living room and I spit the truth into her face. Since Luther had her taken away. Since I bled, inside and out.I haven’t slept in our room since that day.Luther didn’t tell me to leave. I chose to. I packed a few things and moved into grandma’s room. She didn’t ask questions. Just shifted a few things around and made space for me, like she’d been expecting it.Luther still walks around the house. He still gets phone calls at odd hours. Still handles whatever mafia shit he’s into. But between us?There was nothing. He knocks on the door some nights. Quiet. Like he's asking permission to still exist near me. But I never open. I hear him walk away after a while.The house feels quieter now. Calmer. Without Ruby's voice echoing off the walls or her fake giggles. Richard mostly stays locked in his room. Sometimes I hear the clink of bottles. Sometimes I hear him cursing at
Aurora's POV.Mrs. Marelli’s lips trembled. Her fingers clutched mine tighter like she was holding on for dear life.She looked at Luther, then back at me. “I never wanted to hurt you, Madam… but Mrs. Ruby… she forced me. She threatened me.”My chest tightened. I felt something inside me start to crack.Luther’s voice came low and sharp. “What did she threaten you with?”Mrs. Marelli’s breath hitched. “She said if I didn’t do what she asked, she’d have my son jailed. Remember when my son took money from one of your warehouses? He didn’t steal it—he just needed help. I didn’t even tell anyone. But she knew. She had proof. She said she’d destroy him… or worse.”I stepped back. My fingers were starting to shake.“What did she ask you to do?” I asked, though my throat was closing up.Mrs. Marelli broke. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled to speak. “It was the soup… after breakfast. The one Mrs. Ruby said she made. But I made it. She gave me a powder and said to mix a pinch into yo