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"Still acting like you hate me?" His voice was venom as two fingers drove in, knuckles deep, relentless. "Then fucking hate me with your legs wide open." Jeha's head snapped back, a cry torn from her throat. "You're sick." He grinned, teeth grazing her jaw. "No, I'm yours. And you? You're fucking mine." He curled inside her, slow and punishing. "This wet little cunt says thank you every time I ruin it." "Go to hell," she spat, nails carving red down his back. "Already burning, baby." He shoved deeper. "And you're coming with me, dripping and ruined." She moaned - unwilling, furious. His grip tightened. "Yeah, make that sound again," he growled. "Louder. Let everyone know who fucks the fight out of you." "This means nothing," she hissed, defiant even through the tremble. He slammed into her with a twisted smile. "It means everything. That's why you're trembling like a whore in heat." She whimpered - helpless, furious, undone. And he leaned in close, mouth at her ear. "You begged for the monster." A brutal thrust. "Now choke on him." Tears burned in her eyes - not from pain, but fury. Shame. Lust. All tangled into something she didn't have words for. He smiled. Dark. Triumphant. "That's it," he whispered. "Break for me. Cry for me. Come for me." Another thrust. "And when you do, remember who owns the fucking wreckage."