𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

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3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

Kailani’s breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as she sat, knees pulled up to her chest, huddled in the corner where the walls met.

She hadn’t meant to try the door. Not really. It was a fleeting moment of desperation, an unconscious act—her fingers barely brushing the lock, just to see. But she had done it.

The door swung open, and there he was. Salvatore. His broad shoulders filled the doorway.

Her heart pounded in her chest, panic rising as he shut the door behind him with a force that rattled the walls. He moved quickly, towering over her small frame. She tried to lean back, but there was nowhere to go.

Salvatore grabbed her hair by her scalp, and yanked her head toward the door she had dared to touch. He shoved her face toward it, pressing her cheek against the cold, unyielding surface of the wood, the pressure making her neck strain painfully.

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Without warning, he flung her away from the door, her body crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. She crumpled to the ground, the wind knocked out of her lungs, her mind spinning from the impact. She tried to scramble to her feet, but his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her up like a rag doll.

A strangled cry escaped her lips as he dragged her across the floor. She reached up, trying to claw at his hand, but it was useless.

Salvatore threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing against the mattress before she collapsed onto her side, her vision was blurred with tears.

He was on her again, one massive hand wrapping around her ankle and yanking her down the bed so her legs hung off the edge, her head snapping back from the force.

In one swift, violent motion, Salvatore grabbed her throat. His fingers closed around her neck like a collar, pressing down. He tilted her head back, forcing her to bear her throat to him as his knee dug harder into her thigh.

Then, without warning, his hand tightened around her throat, cutting off her air completely. Kailani’s eyes widened in shock, her hands flying up to claw at his arm as she gasped for breath. He didn’t ease up. His gaze remained locked on hers, dark and unforgiving, as he watched the panic flood her eyes.

She thrashed beneath him, her lungs burning for air, but it didn’t matter.

Finally, just as her vision began to darken at the edges, he released her throat. She coughed and gasped, her chest heaving as she sucked in desperate breaths.

Salvatore gripped her chin again, forcing her to meet his gaze, his expression hard and unyielding. His hand slid down to her throat once more, this time caressing the bruised skin he had left behind as if savouring his own cruelty.

Kailani gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she coughed, struggling to recover from the tight grip Salvatore had around her throat.

Without warning, his gloved hand was at her face again. This time, he slid his fingers past her lips, forcing them deeper into her mouth until they reached the back of her throat. She gagged, her throat tightening involuntarily as her body convulsed in reaction. Spit gathered quickly around his fingers, and the sound of her gagging filled the otherwise silent room.

His grip was relentless, his fingers curling, making her choke as her tears welled up, mixing with the saliva that dripped onto his gloved hand. He withdrew his fingers, her mouth gasping open for air, but there was no reprieve.

Without hesitation, he turned her onto her stomach, flipping his shirt up, revealing her bare ass to him, pulling her roughly by her waist so that she was bent over the edge of the bed, her legs dangling off, her long curly knee length hair pooling on the floor, her body completely vulnerable. Salvatore’s hand, wet from her spit, came down sharply on her ass, the slap echoing through the room and causing her to cry out. The wet smack stung more than anything she'd ever felt, and her body recoiled instinctively.