Aurora's POV
I hated him. I hated every breath he took and every secret he kept behind that mask, but my body was a traitor. It didn't care about my revenge; it only cared about the way he was making me feel.
He pulled back for a second, his chest heaving. The dark mask was inches from my face. "You were going to let them," he hissed, his voice thick with a dark, twisted pain. "You were really going to let them put their hands on you."
"I told you," I gasped, my lungs burning. I wanted to spit in his face, but my voice came out weak. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want."
A low growl ripped from his throat. He grabbed a black silk tie and snapped it across my eyes, tying it tight. The world went pitch black. I couldn't see, but I could feel everything—the smell of leather, the scent of the whiskey on his breath, and the heat coming off him like a furnace.
