Novels by heartiewrites100

Aurora's POV. 26. A Night of Temptation. I eased myself up from the bed, slow and quiet. Each movement was deliberate, trying not to make a single creak that might rouse Luther. The last thing I needed was him awake and asking questions. Questions I definitely wasn't planning on answering truthfully. How could I possibly tell him I was sneaking out to meet Richard? Richard, his own brother, his enemy. No way.I was practically tiptoeing as I made my way to the closet. My heart was pounding in my chest, a nervous little drum solo. I grabbed a simple gown. Something that covered the basics, but still... well, it couldn't completely hide my figure, not in this material. Hopefully, Richard wouldn't be paying attention to that anyway.I slipped out of the room, holding my breath. The mansion was silent. Relief washed over me. Mother-in-law and Maya must be asleep. Even the maids were tucked away. Good. One less obstacle.Reaching the main gate, I expected to see the security guards

Aurora's POV. 25. The Devils Playground.I stood there, the words jumbled in my head like a bad song. I needed to explain, but the fear of making him angry was a heavy weight in my chest."Uh... Luther... the money..." I stammered, hating how weak I sounded. "The money I asked for... I wanted to use it to get my family's company back. So I went to Marcus, he said he could help with his... influence. I didn't know he was..."He cut me off, his voice sharp and hard. "Why? Whatever you need is right here in this mansion! Do you want to start working? Seriously?" The anger was in his voice, a low growl that made me want to shrink."Luther," I said, my voice rising despite my best efforts, "the company is in my name. It belonged to my mother. My father ruined it, and he rushed to marry Lydia because of her connections." I hadn't meant to yell, but the words burst out, raw and desperate. The thought of Dad and Lydia made my blood boil. I never even dared to raise my voice at Luther normal

Luther's POV. 24. Tied To His Whim.The shower was still running, water drumming against us. My hand was already exploring her, and the other was on my own cock. It was hard, throbbing, ready. I wanted her now.I yanked her up, shut off the water. The cold tile hit her skin. I bent her over, her ass pressed against me, Aurora's hands flat against the wall. I felt this sudden urge hit me - a need to slap her ass.I didn't hesitate.SMACK."Aaahhh!" She screamed, loud.I did it again. SMACK. Harder.Her screams were getting louder, a mix of pain and something else... something that turned me on."Luther, come on, just fuck me now... please..." It was a desperate cry, a moan.Her words... they hit something in me. I lifted her hips a little, and then I was inside her. I thrust, hard and rough, pounding into her pussy. I felt her legs start to tremble.Whimpers escaped her.I was close. Too fucking close. It all rushed at me, and I exploded inside her, way too fast. Damn it.I turned h

Luther's POV. 23. Control And Desire. I stood up from my damn wheelchair, the movement still stiff and painful, as we entered the room."Come here," I commanded, the word rough.Aurora, who was rushing towards the bathroom to wash off the blood and dirt, stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around slowly. Her dress was torn a little, and her face was pale."Yes?" she answered, the word laced with anger and maybe a little fear. She was probably still pissed about what happened.But what the hell did she expect? I gunned someone down. It's not like it was the first time. She needs to deal with it. I won’t change, not for anyone. Especially not for some woman.But Aurora… she's starting to make me feel. A dangerous feeling. One I'm not ready for. Emotions are a weakness, and I'm a monster, a ruthless killer. I won't let her do that to me."You called me, Luther?" she interrupted my dark thoughts. Her voice held a strange mix of anger and forced calm.I couldn't speak for a moment. I

Richard's POV. 22. Bitter Rivalry.My fists clenched so tight, my knuckles turned white. Luther. Just the name tasted like bile in my mouth. The way he carries himself, like he's untouchable, some damn god walking among us. It's irritating. I slammed my fist against the table, the impact sending a ripple of pain up my arm, but it barely registered."Richard, stop this nonsense!" My mother's voice, sharp and disapproving, cut through my rage. "Anger won't get you what you want!"I rounded on her, my chest heaving. "Oh, is that right, Mother? Then what will, huh? What will get me even a sliver of what that damn bastard has?"Her eyes narrowed, focusing on the shattered remains of her favorite vase, a delicate porcelain thing that now lay in fragments on the Persian rug. "You even had to smash my beautiful flower vase… what the fuck is wrong with you?""Mum!" The word tore from my throat, a strangled mix of pain and resentment. I kicked a shard of porcelain across, the sharp sound ec

Aurora's POV. 21. Game Of Survival."You are a stubborn little girl," Luther's voice was a gravelly growl as he shoved me into the car. "Take us outta here, Luke!" he barked.The car lurched forward, Luke expertly navigating the road straight to... the Hawthornes' mansion. I saw Luther's hard gaze reflected in the rearview mirror, and Luke seemed to get the message instantly.Luke got out, unfolded Luther's wheelchair, and helped him into it. A wave of nausea rolled over me. This whole act, this pretense. What was he playing at? Did he have enemies too? How could someone so ruthless, capable of... I squeezed my eyes shut, the image of him killing that man flashing in my mind. How could I still be married to him? What sane person would stay?I hadn't moved from the car. Luther always noticed everything, every tiny detail. It was like he had a sixth sense. Perfect vision, perfect hearing... a perfectly monstrous heart."Aurora!" His voice, cold and sharp, cut through the air.I heard