At His Mercy

She stood frozen, feeling the tension as he stepped closer, his eyes burning with something dark-anger, desire, something that made her heart race.

"You think you can escape me?" he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

"I don't belong to you," she whispered, her voice shaky but firm.

He laughed, grabbing her wrist, pulling her hard against him. "Oh, but you do. Whether you like it or not, you're mine. No one else will ever have you."

She struggled to pull away. "Let me go."

He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "I don't let go of what's mine."

"You can't force me to stay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Force you?" He chuckled coldly. "You'll stay because you won't have a choice. I'll make sure of it."

She trembled as his fingers brushed her skin, her body betraying her. "You don't control me," she shot back, trying to sound strong.

"I don't need to control you," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. "You'll give in. Sooner or later, you'll come to me. And when you do, I'll be waiting."

Her heart thudded as his words sank in. "I'll never-"

"You will," he interrupted, his voice dark and certain. "You'll fight, but in the end... you're mine. Only mine."

What happens when a forced marriage between the two leads to something deeper? Perhaps obsession, a flare of his anger issues, and maybe even love.