Aurora's kisses landed on Theodore's face again and again, but he gave her no response. He simply laid there unmovingly like a puppet.

Aurora started tearing his suit away from him like a mad woman.

"Theodore Spencer, you're not a man! You're not!"

She did all she could to try to tempt him.

But even after all their clothes were in disarray and after leaving her marks on his hard chest, he expressed no emotions and gave no response whatsoever.

The scene looked very much like she was forcing herself on him.

Aurora sat on him, staring at him with tears streaming down her face.

"Is Rosalie Young the only woman you'll respond to in this entire world?" she cried.

Theodore finally shifted his gaze to Aurora. He lifted a hand, gently wiped the tears from her face, and finally spoke.

"What's the point?"

her cheeks. "I'm willing, I really am! Take me, won't you? I'm begging you... Even....even if you throw me aside like a tool afterward. As long as it makes

If her body could distract him from his sorrow and take his attention away from his pain, she

it, he didn't

and close to each other. His long, slender fingers ran from her cheeks to her

he grabbed her waist today, as if venting

the bruise

the first time he touched a

her head.

him would hurt her. Even if it did, she was willing to

Aurora yelped as her face twisted with

doesn't

wept, her face turning red with

who I am.

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