Aurora's POV. 45.
I shoved at his chest, my hands slamming against the rock-hard muscle. "You're a motherfucking bastard!" My voice cracked, raw with a rage that felt like it was tearing me apart. "I am not your f*****g slave, Luther!"
He didn't even flinch. Didn't move a muscle. It was like hitting a brick wall.
I hit him again, harder this time. Pain shot up my arm, but I didn't care. "I should be allowed to have a life! To make my own choices! To go out on my own f*****g terms!" The words tumbled out, fueled by months, years, of simmering resentment.
Luther just stood there. Unyielding. His cold, dark eyes burned into mine, an intensity that made my stomach drop and a shiver crawl down my spine despite the anger boiling inside. It felt… possessive.
I tried to shove him again, despe
