"YOU WERE MINE, YOU'RE MINE, AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE, " he declared, his voice a low growl as he thrust deeper into me.
"Ahh, I h-hate you," I managed to gasp, the intensity of the moment making it hard to think straight.
"SAY THAT AGAIN AND SE...
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The firelight flickered against the stone walls of the chamber, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to twist and curl like the darkness within him.
Darius sat at the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair as his gaze fixated on Aurelia. She stood by the corner, the flush of her cheeks a contrast to the pale glow of her skin. He could see her trembling, her shoulders stiff, and though she tried to hide it, the shame radiated from her like heat from burning embers.
He should feel satisfaction. He should feel the rush of victory for having subdued her once again. But there was something deeper -something darker-that stirred in him. Aurelia's defiance, her fear, her innocence- each of these only fed the flames of his growing obsession.
He couldn't stop thinking about how fragile she was, how easily she could be broken... and how intoxicating that fragility was.
Her breaths were shallow, barely audible in the quiet of the room. It was taking everything in him not to reach for her.
But he knew he had to wait, let her stew in her own helplessness. He needed her to realize that she was his. That there was no escape-not from him, not from this.
"I warned you, Aurelia," he said, his voice low but heavy with authority. "I warned you that disobedience would have consequences. And yet, here we are."
Aurelia's head dipped lower, her hair cascading over her face, hiding the expression he longed to see. He had seen her fear.
He had seen her frustration. But he wanted to see her surrender. Not just to his commands, but to him-completely. He needed her to give herself up, willingly or not.
"I... I didn't mean..." her voice was a whisper, trembling as much as her body. "Please, Darius..."
His heart pounded harder, the sound echoing in his ears. Please. That word coming from her lips sent a thrill down his spine, but he wasn't done with her yet. He stood slowly, towering over her as he approached. His hand, large and possessive, reached out and tilted her chin up so he could see the shame swimming in her eyes.
"If you behave like a child," he said, his tone darkening, "then you will be treated like one."
Her wide, doe-like eyes met his, a spark of defiance still lingering, but it was fading fast. He could see it-the struggle between resistance and submission playing out in her gaze. And the more he watched, the more his desire twisted into something raw and unrelenting.
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