"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 air in the chamber was thick with tension as I stood before Aurelia, each sharp intake of breath from her lips a reminder of the hold I had on her.
The maids watched in rapt attention, their expressions shifting from shock to intrigue as they witnessed the consequences of disobedience unfold before them.
I could feel the pulse of power coursing through me, each moment feeding the dark obsession I had for Aurelia.
After the final count, I stepped back, admiring the way she held herself, still defiant despite the humiliation.
Her cheeks were flushed, a mixture of anger and something deeper flickering in her eyes. I could see the conflict within her, the struggle between her inherent resistance and the strange, undeniable attraction she had toward my dominance.
"Now," I said, my voice low and commanding, "let's talk about what happens next." I gestured for the maids to leave, wanting this moment between Aurelia and me to be intimate, devoid of outside distractions.
As they filed out, I locked the door behind them, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing ominously in the now-quiet room.
Turning back to Aurelia, I approached her slowly, deliberately. I could sense her tension, the way her body tensed at my proximity. "You've shown great spirit today, my little rabbit . But you must understand that spirit without discipline leads to chaos. And chaos is something I cannot allow."
She opened her mouth to protest, but I silenced her with a single, commanding gesture.
"You're not in a position to argue. You will learn that your actions have consequences, and it's my duty to ensure you understand that."
Her eyes flashed with defiance, but I could also see a flicker of something else-a strange yearning buried deep within her that she was trying desperately to suppress.
I stepped closer, invading her personal space, and I could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
"Do you hate me?" I asked softly, genuinely curious about what was happening beneath the surface.
"I don't hate you," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her body. "I just... I don't want to be this way."
"Then why do you still stand before me, half-exposed and trembling?" I countered, my eyes locking onto hers, demanding the truth. "You could have run, could have escaped. Yet here you are, submitting to me willingly."
The admission hung between us, heavy and undeniable. I could see her grappling with her emotions, the conflicting desires swirling within her like a tempest. Her innocence was both a shield and a vulnerability, and I was determined to wield it.
"I'm not submitting," she insisted, but her breath hitched, betraying her. "I'm only... trying to understand."
"Understand?" I mused, a smirk playing on my lips. "Then let's delve deeper into this understanding, shall we?"
