Criminal

Chapter 29

I watched him move around me, his presence commanding and intoxicating. He seemed to relish the sight of me in his clothes, a reminder of his dominance over me. Every mark he left on my body was a testament to his power, a cruel reminder of the pain he inflicted.

But as he closed in on me, his intentions clear, a surge of panic shot through me. I couldn't let him take this from me, couldn't let him claim the last shred of purity I had left. With a burst of adrenaline, I took off running, stumbling over my own feet in my haste to escape.

I could feel his eyes on me, burning with desire and determination as he pursued me. But I refused to give in, refused to let him break me completely.

And then, just as I thought I had outsmarted him, he caught me, his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. I struggled against him, my heart pounding in my chest as I fought to break free.

"You can't run from me, Ava," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I won't let you escape."

But I refused to give up without a fight, my defiance fueling my resistance. "You think you can control me, Kael?" I spat, my words dripping with venom. "You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man."

His grip tightened on me, his eyes flashing with anger. "You'll pay for that," he snarled, his voice dark and dangerous.

But even as he spoke, I could see the desire burning in his eyes, the hunger for power and control. And despite my fear, a part of me couldn't help but be drawn to him in a twisted dance of desire and defiance. His presence overwhelmed me, his dominance radiating off him in waves.

As he forced me down onto the bed, his eyes locked with mine, a primal hunger burning within them. I could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and oppressive, as he towered over me.

But even as he loomed above me, I refused to cower, refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. With every bruise and every mark he left on my body, I fought back, my spirit unbroken despite the pain.

And then, as he claimed me as his own, his touch igniting a fire within me, I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. Pleasure mingled with pain, desire intertwined with defiance, as I surrendered myself to him in body but not in spirit.

For in that moment, as he possessed me, taking me in ways I never thought possible, I knew that I would never be the same again. His darkness had consumed me, twisted me into something new and unknown.

And yet, even as he tormented me with his touch, I couldn't help but crave more, my body betraying me at every turn. He held all the power over me, but I refused to let him break me completely.

"I hate you," I spat, even as I gasped for breath beneath him.

He merely smirked in response, his fingers tightening around my throat, cutting off my air supply. "You don't know the meaning of the word," he growled, his voice dripping with seduction.

And then, as he took me once more, I knew that there was no turning back. I was his now, body and soul, forever caught in the tangled web of desire and darkness that he had woven around me. Each thrust, each touch, sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body, a twisted symphony of sensations that I couldn't escape.

But even as I surrendered to him, a part of me still rebelled, still fought against the chains he had wrapped around me. I refused to be just another conquest, just another victim of his twisted desires.

As the bruises bloomed on my skin and the pain throbbed through my body, I clung to my defiance, my stubbornness, like a lifeline. I would not let him break me, no matter how hard he tried.