Aurora's POV. 86.
I struggled against his grip, my fists pounding against his chest.
"Let me go!" I screamed. "I f*****g hate you! I hate you, Luther!"
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t say a word.
He just locked the door behind us, grabbed me by the waist, and dragged me back toward the bed.
I fought him, kicking, hitting, scratching.
But he didn’t let go.
He slammed me down onto the mattress, standing over me, breathing hard.
"You're not leaving. Not tonight. Not ever," he said, his voice low and raw.
I sat up, my chest heaving, tears burning my eyes.
"You think locking me here will fix it?!" I shouted.
"You think forcing me to stay will bring my baby back?!"
He clenched his fists by his sides.
I wanted to see him hurt.
I needed him to hurt the way I was hurting.
"You might not
