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☆ | 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃-4

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He didn't say a word as he opened the car door.

Just grabbed your waist-firm, rough-like you weighed nothing, like he owned you. His fingers sank into your curves as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you through the cold night air into his mansion.

Towering black doors creaked open. The marble floor beneath his shoes echoed with every step, the sound loud, ominous. He didn't look at you. He didn't need to.

His grip said it all.

Possession. Hunger. Control.

He kicked open the bedroom door.

The space swallowed you whole-massive, cold, drenched in black and gold, velvet curtains pulled tight against the world. It didn't feel like a room.

It felt like a throne room.

For a king with no heart.

He tossed you onto the bed like a prize he'd won in battle-eyes burning as you landed on the silk sheets, your wrists still bound with that soft red scarf.

He walked toward you slowly, fingers unbuttoning his shirt one by one, his chest revealed inch by inch-smooth skin, defined abs, and the ink curling across his collarbone reading "Memento Mori".

His eyes glinted. "Now, kitten..." he murmured, his voice a lazy tease drenched in promise, "...let Daddy show you what happens when you belong to a man who doesn't believe in mercy."

He loomed above you, the sharp planes of his body flexing with restrained need. His hands moved to your face-fingers brushing your flushed skin-as he undid the knot on your scarf just enough so your hands could move.

But not enough to run.

His voice darkened like thunder. "Open your mouth, kitten."

You turned your head.

"No," you breathed out, trembling. "I... I don't want to."

His jaw locked, eyes narrowing as his voice turned cold, warning.

"Fucking open your mouth, sweetheart. Don't make me lose this sweet tone."

You turned your gaze to him-slowly. Heart pounding. He looked carved from sin. A beast in the body of a god. Lust burned in his dark brown eyes, twisted with something raw... dangerous.

And yet, something softer flickered behind it.

He grabbed the thin silver chain around your neck, yanking you forward until your lips were inches from his chest. His breath hit your cheek, warm, shaky.

"You drive me fucking insane," he whispered, his lips brushing the corner of your jaw. "I want to ruin you, break you apart, fuck you until you forget your own name-"
His voice cracked.
"-but instead, I end up wanting to hold you like you're fucking fragile."

You whimpered, trying to move back, but he caught you-his hand gripping your waist tightly. You flinched at the force, your back arching with a pained moan.