Chapter 41

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Zyler put Autumn in the bathroom. He held the hem of her dress, trying to pull it up. But Autumn stopped him. "Let's take a shower." Autumn didn't want to. She wanted to be left alone. Autumn had had enough. She firmly resisted, crossing her arms over her chest and refusing to budge.

"I don't want to," Autumn asserted, her voice determined as she stood her ground. She was turning feisty by the day. She was nothing like the timid girl he had met earlier. Although he preferred her submissive side, it was exciting to watch and bring her to her knees.

Amusement danced in his eyes as he pulled her closer, not yielding to her protest. Frustration welled up within Autumn, and her senses ignited with irritation. She clenched her fists, attempting to regain her composure, while he continued to toy with her reactions playfully.

"I'm not feeling well. I don't want to shower with you," Autumn asserted, stepping back as Zyler advanced, effectively trapping her between him and the counter.

"Exactly why we should take a shower," Zyler persisted, his grip on her top unyielding. He tugged at it, testing her limits, and Autumn's frustration peaked. With a swift motion, she swatted his hand away and forcefully pushed him, catching him off guard. Zyler stumbled backward, struggling to regain his balance.

In one lunge, he was before her. "You won't listen to me?" he gripped her neck.

"No," her period hormones made her bold. He chuckled. Something close to mischief and threat danced in his blues.

"Fine," he turned around and locked the door.

"What are you going to do?" She didn't want to be with him a moment more than necessary.

"So eager to escape, huh?" He cocked a brow, and damn, he looked scary to her. "Wonder what will happen when your belly is swollen with my child," he uttered to himself and stepped closer.

"Since you aren't willing to cooperate, I'll oblige your wishes," he remarked, sliding his pants down his thighs. Autumn instinctively shut her eyes, determined not to witness anything she wasn't prepared for.

"I want to leave," she said as she tried walking past him when he gripped her arm and pulled her back.

"You will stand here and watch what happens. Don't you dare move," he threatened her again.

"And if I don't?" She raised her brow in defiance. The sheer defiance that wanted him to bend her over the vanity and fuck the living daylights out of her. On the other hand, Autumn found herself perplexed by her newfound boldness. It was unlike her to engage in fights or raise her voice. Throughout her life, she had been conditioned to stay silent and submissive.

"I will fuck you. Here and there. Everywhere," he breathed in her ear. Her eyes widened. Tears lined her lids. Her weakness surfaced. Not even a minute ago, she was willing to fight with him, and now it is all gone.

"I hope you burn in hell. I hope you get arrested," she wiped her tears with her other hand. "I don't like you at all. I hate you so much."

"Oh, my sweet little firecracker." He leaned closer, his gaze locked with hers.

Autumn squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to face what was before her. Zyler tossed his boxers to the floor and turned away, his back and buttocks facing her. "Open your eyes," he commanded, his voice low and threatening. "Or I swear, I will fuck you right here." Autumn wanted to defy him, to keep her eyes closed in resistance, but she knew better than to doubt his words. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes.

She hated this. She hated how the man before her could look so unbearably gorgeous as if God and Satan had conspired to create him. Along the curve of his left buttock was a tattoo of a wild stallion. Its powerful muscles rippled beneath a sleek, ebony coat as it galloped, its mane and tail forever caught in a gust of wind. The stallion symbolized his untamed spirit and prowess, a testament to the indomitable force within him.

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