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She can run. She can fight.She can cry, beg, curse my name, call me a fucking monster-But she'll still end up in my arms. In my bed. Beneath me, rolling her eyes back in pleasure, gasping my name like a prayer.
This isn't love. Love is weak. Love bends and breaks and runs the second it faces fear.
This is devotion. This is control. This is a sickness so deep it's become my only cure.
She doesn't understand it yet. But she will.
She was never supposed to be more than another fleeting face in the crowd. Just another body moving through my world, unaware of the wolf watching from the shadows. But then she looked at me. Really looked at me and now?
Now she belongs to me.
She just doesn't know it yet.
So, I'll teach her.
I'll break her. I'll claim her. I'll ruin her.
I'll make her question everything she knows, everything she fears, until the only thing left is me.
She doesn't hate me. Not really. She's just confused. Lost.
But I'll guide her. I'll carve the path with my bare hands if I have to.
And when she finally realizes, when she finally understands-she'll know there's no way out.
"I want you to look right into my fucking eyes when you cum on my gun.
When you break beneath me. When you become mine."
Warning: This is a dark romance novel that contains highly mature and explicit content.
This story features intense themes such as possession, obsession, BDSM, power dynamics, explicit sexual content, violence, abuse, dark desires, toxic relationships, and morally gray characters. It includes dub-con, degradation, dominance, manipulation, and other dark elements that may be disturbing or triggering to some readers.
Ps - This is a work of pure fiction, created solely for entertainment purposes. The characters, events, and settings are entirely fictional and have no connection to real-life individuals. The story does not promote or glorify toxic behavior .
