Aurora's POV. 62.
My husband's Fucktoy.
“Let’s try something else, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing under my neck.
I shivered.
Before I could even blink, he scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing. His chest was solid, his grip tight. I gasped, my arms wrapping around his neck for support.
“Luther?” I whispered, my voice barely there. “Where are we going?”
But he didn’t answer. He only kissed my forehead. Soft. Too soft.
I expected him to put me onto the bed.
But then, suddenly he pushed open the room with his foot.
And we were heading towards a door..
It was his room. His private one. The one he never let anyone near. Not even me.
My heart kicked harder.
“I’ve never—been here,” I breathed, my eyes scanning the dark walls, the strange stillness.
He said nothi
