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My heart was thundering when I was done, all of s exposed But I didn’t let it show My face was an even mask, free of both the terror and the desire I felt

I’d expected some sort of battle froed to a girl who had died over twenty years ago Yet this was a o My wearing this dress raze his skin, but it would never reach his bones

Or so I’d thought

Cristianainst the wall so hard a picture fell to the floor One of his hands circled my neck, his eyes wild on mine

“You have no fucking idea what you’re playing with, Sienna” His hand tightened to the point of pain, so it became hard to breathe He could’ve killed me if he squeezed much harder “You do not fear me as you should”

“What are you going to do?” I rasped, barely able to get the words out “Kill ht Shohat a monster you really are”

His eyes flared, and his hand flexed

My lungs burned with the effort it took to take those short, shallow breaths I could barely hear through the roar in my ears My body was coated with Cristian’s fury It was a physical thing, outside of himself In every interaction I’d had with hi, always in control He wasn’t in control now, that erous

Instead of speaking, instead of killing me, Cristian’s hand moved fro it to expose my breasts, hly, pleasure and painoverdrive

Cristian’s other hand went under the dress, and his eyes flared “No fuckin’ panties,” he groaned “You dirty little whore” His fingers plunged insideown you” His voice was feral as he freed himself from his pants

“Say it,” he ordered, his other hand aroundwrapped around his hip

His cock pressed against e in Not yet His hand traveled to the back of ht “Say it, Sienna,” he repeated

“You ownus both as the words came out, coated in truth

“Yes, I fuckin’ do,” he snarled as he thrust into me