"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 sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the lavish estate, but inside the chamber, shadows danced ominously. I stood at the center, the atmosphere thick with tension.
I could hear the distant chatter of the maids preparing for the evening, unaware of the storm brewing in my heart.
Aurelia had tried to escape again, her spirit a wild flame refusing to be snuffed out, but she had underestimated the lengths I would go to assert my dominance.
Each act of defiance only served to stoke my obsession, the thrill of controlling her becoming an addiction I couldn’t shake .
I pushed open the door to the main hall, where the maids went about their tasks, casting curious glances at me as I strode through the space.
The air crackled with anticipation, and I reveled in it. I was the storm, and Aurelia was the ship caught in my winds.
There she was, standing by the window, her posture defiant, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she thought of her escape.
It infuriated me that she believed she could slip through my fingers so easily. With one swift motion, I crossed the room and seized her wrist, pulling her close.
“Aurelia,” I said, my voice low and commanding, “your little stunt ends now.”
Her eyes widened, a mixture of fear and exhilaration flickering across her face.
The maids paused, their gazes drawn to the scene unfolding before them, and I felt the thrill of being both the predator and the spectacle.
I could see her resolve hardening, yet deep down, a part of her craved this.
The tension between us was a living thing, electric and dangerous. I would break her spirit, not to destroy her, but to reshape it into something that belonged to me entirely.
I pulled her further into the hall, the maids quickly stepping aside, eyes darting between us, curiosity and shock evident in their expressions.
I could almost hear the unspoken questions hanging in the air. They knew something was about to unfold—something they would never forget.
“Do you understand what you’ve done?” I asked, my tone dangerously soft. Aurelia remained silent, her jaw set, defiance shimmering in her gaze.
“You think you can escape the consequences? You think you can just run?”
Her silence was deafening, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind.
She wanted to fight, to prove she wasn’t just a pawn in my game. But that was exactly where she was wrong. She was everything I wanted, and I would make her see that.
