Aurora's POV
I wished I could scream the truth in his face. Yes! I hate monsters like you. I hate killers. I hate men who destroy families. The words were burning my throat, but I forced them back. If I wanted to find out the truth about that tattoo on his wrist, I had to stay calm. I had to play the part.
"Men who change women like they change their underwear," I said instead, my voice dripping with disgust.
He scoffed, not seeming offended at all. "So that's what this is about?" he asked, raising a brow behind his mask. "You hate me because I change women? How do you even know that about me? You don't even know who I am."
I wish I knew exactly who you are, I thought bitterly. I wish I could prove you're the one who killed my parents.
"I don't need to know you to see what kind of man you are," I replied, forced to keep rolling my hips against him to keep the act alive. "I saw you with another submissive just a few days ago. You treat people like objects."
