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The accusation stung, a cold slap of reality that made my chest tighten. I forced myself to breathe, to think, even as my mind screamed at me to lash out, to hit back at the man who had dragged me into his twisted world. “I didn’t have a choice,” Isaid, each word a struggle. “You forced me.”

He smirked, a cruel twist of his lips. “And you think that changes anything? You were mine the moment you said yes.”

The words hung between us, heavy and suffocating. My throat burned, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t let him see how deeply he’d cut, how much his words wounded me. “I’ll never be yours,” I whispered, the words more a plea than a declaration.

His expression softened, but it wasn’t kindness—it was the calm before the storm. He reached out, his hand brushing my cheek in a gesture that felt more like a threat than a comfort. “Oh, little bird,” he murmured, his voice deceptively gentle. “You already are.”

Chapter 50

The Predator

Istepped back, barely able to contain the twisted grin that tugged at the corners of my lips. Watching her freeze up like a deer in headlights, her muscles went stiff and breath catching in her throat like she were bracing for the worse—I couldn’t help but find it absolutely delightful.

Now that I realise, I had been finding a lot of enticing things about her. The way she batted her lashes, knowing she pissed me off, the slight scrunch of her nose, the mole under her eyes, and the soft tint of crimson that painted her cheeks.

The way she clenched around me, the soft moans, the loud screams and cries. I should stop thinking about that. The more I think, the more I’d be tempted to take her raw. And looking at her, I wonder if she’d be able to take me in her tight little cunt.

The most terrifying part wasn’t just the intensity of it; it was the realization that my heart had been empty until she walked in. I fucked women before, but it was all merely a physical dance of skin on skin that left me feeling unanchored and unfulfilled. I had never felt the soul deep,franticurge to lose myself insomeone. To crave the raw, bruising heat of a connection that felt less like sex and more like a collision of souls.

With her, it wasn’t just a desire. Every thought of another woman felt disgusting compared to the ache she had carved into my very marrow.

I wanted to be consumed by her, to be unmade and rebuilt in her image, until there was no distinction between where my skin ended and hers began.

She’d creep out if she ever hear my thoughts, so most of the time I just keep them to myself, wondering how I should deal with this.

The poor thing, trying so hard to keep it together, but the cracks were showing.

And I could feel that delicious tension wrapping around my insides, tightening like a noose, and damn, if it didn’t feel good.

I let my fingers drift from her cheek, watching as her eyes flickered, a slight tremor running through her.

The urge to break her, to see how far I could push her before she shattered, was almost unbearable. My little bird was so fragile, so scared.

I wanted more.Alwaysmore. To see her crumble, to watch that spark of defiance flicker out, to know she was completely and utterly mine. And the best part? She would start to realize it, too.

The moment I stepped away, her breath came out in a shaky rush, her relief so obvious it was laughable.

I could see the way her chest heaved and those delicious nipples all erect and begging for my attention. This suits her, and she should start leaving that damn bra behind.

It made her look pathetic. Yet somehow, so fucking alluring.

I deserved a good blow-job for not touching her tits and devouring her on the spot.

I ripped off my bloodstained blazer, tossing it carelesslyonto the floor. Fuck. I hate messy work. And today I had zero to none patience to deal with some thugs.

I raised my head to look at her.

Her eyes locked onto the blazer, widening with that sweet, dawning realization of just how deep she’d sunk into the pit. But she stayed rooted to the spot, not even a twitch.

Good girl.

The more I looked at her, the more I realised, I was losing my mind over her.

Sex with her violently. I was so consumed by the madness of her scent that the world simply ceased to exist. I would take andtake, forgetting how fragile she was, only snapping back to reality when her body finally surrendered to exhaustion.

It always started with the promise of just one round with myself. Then two. Then three. Before the night was through, the hunger turned feral.

I didn’t just want to fuck her; I wanted to devour her. I wanted to pound into her. I wanted to worship her. Pressing my face into her legs and kissing her pussy until she was nothing but a weeping mess.