MR. BELLY DANCER (BXB)

His words cut sharper than any blade.

"Is that what you want, Silas?" Raphael's voice was venom, his eyes a storm. "To parade yourself like some cheap little spectacle? To let anyone look at you, touch you, use you? Is that all you're worth?"

I laughed. Bitter. Hollow. My throat burned with it. "Yes. That's all I am. Isn't that what you see when you look at me? A dancer. A body. A joke."

He froze. But I couldn't stop. The words poured out, ugly and trembling, dragging every ounce of my pride into the dirt.

"You're right, Raphael. I'm available. For anyone. Throw a collar around my neck and I'll crawl. I'll bark. That's what you want to hear, isn't it? That's all I'll ever be."

My voice cracked. My chest heaved. I hated myself for saying it-hated how much I meant it in that moment. My hands shook as I pressed them over my face, trying to hide the tears.

Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.

Then his arms were around me, crushing me against him. His breath hot, ragged at my ear.

"Stop," he whispered, desperate. "Don't you dare say that about yourself. I'm so sorry, baby. "

I flinched, but he held me tighter. His voice cracked, raw with something I had never heard from him before-fear.

"You're not theirs. You'll never be theirs. You're mine. Only mine." He pressed frantic kisses into my hair, down my temple, across my cheeks wet with tears. "Sila... baby... my beautiful baby, don't cry, please. Don't ever think I'd let the world have you."

I trembled in his arms, too broken to argue, too desperate to push him away.

And for the first time, Raphael's obsession didn't feel like a cage.
It felt like the only thing keeping me from disappearing entirely.

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This book contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers (18+).

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