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My reflection stared back at me, my eyes red and puffy from crying. Whether they were sad tears or happy ones, I had no idea at this point. Everything felt like a blur—like my emotions had been wrung out, leaving me raw and exposed. A knock on the stall door broke through my thoughts, persistent and unrelenting. I released a heavy sigh before finally unlocking it. "Can we please set aside the tension and have fun for the rest of the day?" Jane's voice was light, but there was an edge of concern as she reached for my hand, pulling me out of the stall. Kira stood nearby, arms crossed, guilt evident on her face. "I'm really sorry, Aurelia. For everything. We didn’t know how bad Abaddon had made things for you." I forced a half-hearted laugh, shaking my head. "It’s not your fault. He’s just a possessive, selfish bastard with no heart." Both girls giggled at that, though it was clear they were trying to lighten the mood. Before I knew it, they were pulling me into a tight hug, s
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The entire ride, I sat in silence, staring out at the city blurring past. My hands curled into fists in my lap, my chest tightening with every passing second. If only he knew what he did to me. How my body betrayed me whenever we were close. Like now, in his car, the scent of him surrounding me, the heat of his presence crawling under my skin. I bet I’d be called crazy for feeling this way about him. Maybe I am. But the worst part isn’t admitting it—it’s keeping it locked away, caging it inside, because the person responsible for it doesn’t treat me the way I wish he would. He’s been here for so long, traveled across countries, met women more beautiful, more experienced, more...everything. Kira made sure I knew that. That I was just another girl in the long line of them. There’s no way he’d treat me differently. So why do I feel like it should be different? Just because we fucked doesn’t mean I’m anything more than a bed warmer. The thought sent a violent shiver through me, m
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Abaddon’s PovThe second those words left her mouth, I fucking lost it. Another man? Touching her? Kissing her? Having her? Rage coiled through my veins, dark and vicious. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles straining white, my vision clouding with red. She had no fucking idea what she did to me. No idea how deep this obsession ran. Aurelia was mine. Always had been. Always would be. The car barely stopped before she flung the door open and stormed into the mansion, her hips swaying, her short cheer skirt bouncing, the bare skin of her thighs taunting me like a goddamn punishment. Fuck. All I saw was her beneath me, writhing, moaning, crying my name. I hadn't stopped thinking about it—not since that halftime show, when she stood there drenched in sweat, her body teasing me with every movement. My cock had been hard for her ever since, and it hadn't fucking gone away. My body burned for her. I followed her inside, closing the door behind me, the quiet of
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AURELIAI ran. My feet carried me faster than my mind could process, following his direction blindly, my breath ragged as I stumbled into the room. The door slammed shut behind me, the lock clicking into place. And then— I broke. The sob tore out of me before I could stop it, my body crumpling to the floor, arms wrapping around myself as if I could hold in the pain. The shame burned hot in my chest, mixing with the betrayal, the helplessness, the anger. I should have known better. I did know better. And yet, I had still stood there, hands trembling, voice cracking as I begged, begged for mercy in front of that sick bastard Kiwor. Abaddon made me do that. Made me fall to my knees, stripping me of whatever dignity I had left, and now I didn’t know if I could ever look at myself the same way again. Tears streamed down my face, fast and unrelenting, and I let them. Let them drown me. Minutes passed—maybe hours. I didn’t know. The ache settled deep in my bones, but
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I woke to soft, teasing touches trailing over my skin, the sensation so light, so deliberate, it felt like the remnants of a dream. But when his warm, wet mouth latched onto my other lips—the ones between my legs—it became clear this was anything but a dream. A broken moan slipped from my lips as he growled, low and commanding. “Sit on my face, baby.” I barely had time to process before he flipped me, his strong hands gripping my thighs, holding me in place as I trembled above him. His tongue flicked and teased, and I lost all control, grinding down, riding the pleasure as he devoured me. It didn’t stop until I shattered, until my release poured over his face, my cries of pleasure filling the air. Only when he had licked me dry, his hands still possessively tight on my hips, did he let go. And when he did, the smug grin curving his lips was a silent reminder of who owned me. The moon was high in the sky, its soft light flickering into the room, illuminating his sharp feature
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Darkness. Then whispers. Low, hushed voices stirred through the silence, threading through my mind like an eerie melody. My body felt heavy, limbs weighed down as if the air itself was pressing against me. The bed beneath me was familiar—his bed. I blinked, my vision hazy, the room tilting in and out of focus. "She almost fell into the trap." "You should tell her sooner or later…" That voice. My pulse spiked as fragments of memory slammed into me all at once. The library. The whispers. That desperate plea for help. And then—Abaddon. I tried to move, my fingers twitching against the silk sheets. The voices stopped abruptly. Then—footsteps. Abaddon and Kiwor stood at the foot of the bed. "How do you feel?" His voice was deep, calm, but his dark eyes burned into me with something unreadable. "Like shit," I muttered, throat dry. My body ached, and a dull throbbing pounded at the back of my skull. They exchanged a look. One of those silent, knowing glances that only
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The cold air burned my lungs as I ran, feet pounding against the forest floor, my breath ragged and sharp. Branches lashed at my arms, my face, but I didn’t stop—not when I heard him behind me, his voice like thunder crashing through the trees. “Aurelia!” His roar sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through my veins. I pushed harder, my legs trembling beneath me, but Abaddon was fast. Too fast. His heavy footfalls were closing in, his presence a force pressing against my back. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder. I couldn’t. Then my foot caught on something—an exposed root, a patch of uneven ground, I didn’t know. I stumbled, arms flailing, weight pitching forward. The world tilted as I fell, crashing through tangled branches before I hit the icy surface of the river below. Water enveloped me in an instant. Cold. So fucking cold. It stole the air from my lungs, numbed my limbs. The current dragged me under, spinning me in a violent embrace. I kicked, clawed at the surface, but
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Darkness. Then whispers. Low, hushed voices stirred through the silence, threading through my mind like an eerie melody. My body felt heavy, limbs weighed down as if the air itself was pressing against me. The bed beneath me was familiar—his bed. I blinked, my vision hazy, the room tilting in and out of focus. "She almost fell into the trap." "You should tell her sooner or later…" That voice. My pulse spiked as fragments of memory slammed into me all at once. The library. The whispers. That desperate plea for help. And then—Abaddon. I tried to move, my fingers twitching against the silk sheets. The voices stopped abruptly. Then—footsteps. Abaddon and Kiwor stood at the foot of the bed. "How do you feel?" His voice was deep, calm, but his dark eyes burned into me with something unreadable. "Like shit," I muttered, throat dry. My body ached, and a dull throbbing pounded at the back of my skull. They exchanged a look. One of those silent, knowing glances that only
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I woke to soft, teasing touches trailing over my skin, the sensation so light, so deliberate, it felt like the remnants of a dream. But when his warm, wet mouth latched onto my other lips—the ones between my legs—it became clear this was anything but a dream. A broken moan slipped from my lips as he growled, low and commanding. “Sit on my face, baby.” I barely had time to process before he flipped me, his strong hands gripping my thighs, holding me in place as I trembled above him. His tongue flicked and teased, and I lost all control, grinding down, riding the pleasure as he devoured me. It didn’t stop until I shattered, until my release poured over his face, my cries of pleasure filling the air. Only when he had licked me dry, his hands still possessively tight on my hips, did he let go. And when he did, the smug grin curving his lips was a silent reminder of who owned me. The moon was high in the sky, its soft light flickering into the room, illuminating his sharp feature
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AURELIAI ran. My feet carried me faster than my mind could process, following his direction blindly, my breath ragged as I stumbled into the room. The door slammed shut behind me, the lock clicking into place. And then— I broke. The sob tore out of me before I could stop it, my body crumpling to the floor, arms wrapping around myself as if I could hold in the pain. The shame burned hot in my chest, mixing with the betrayal, the helplessness, the anger. I should have known better. I did know better. And yet, I had still stood there, hands trembling, voice cracking as I begged, begged for mercy in front of that sick bastard Kiwor. Abaddon made me do that. Made me fall to my knees, stripping me of whatever dignity I had left, and now I didn’t know if I could ever look at myself the same way again. Tears streamed down my face, fast and unrelenting, and I let them. Let them drown me. Minutes passed—maybe hours. I didn’t know. The ache settled deep in my bones, but
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My reflection stared back at me, my eyes red and puffy from crying. Whether they were sad tears or happy ones, I had no idea at this point. Everything felt like a blur—like my emotions had been wrung out, leaving me raw and exposed. A knock on the stall door broke through my thoughts, persistent and unrelenting. I released a heavy sigh before finally unlocking it. "Can we please set aside the tension and have fun for the rest of the day?" Jane's voice was light, but there was an edge of concern as she reached for my hand, pulling me out of the stall. Kira stood nearby, arms crossed, guilt evident on her face. "I'm really sorry, Aurelia. For everything. We didn’t know how bad Abaddon had made things for you." I forced a half-hearted laugh, shaking my head. "It’s not your fault. He’s just a possessive, selfish bastard with no heart." Both girls giggled at that, though it was clear they were trying to lighten the mood. Before I knew it, they were pulling me into a tight hug, s
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