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?"

hand and put it to 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 you feel

body could distract him from his sorrow and take his attention away from his pain, she was willing to do

it,

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

of how tightly he grabbed her waist today, as if venting his anger on

fingers caressed the bruise gently. "Does it

he touched a

her head.

would hurt her. Even if it did, she

Aurora yelped as her face twisted

say it doesn't hurt?" Theodore

red with

who I am.

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