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2024-12-27 16:19:56“You’re mine,” Rafe’s voice was low, dangerously so, as he stepped closer, his eyes dark with something unspoken.
Lia’s pulse quickened, the air thick with the tension between them. She stood frozen, her body betraying the fear and the strange, magnetic pull that connected them. His words lingered in the air, a command, a promise, but the way he said it—like he owned her, like she belonged to him—made her blood run cold.
“No,” she whispered, voice trembling, even as her body rebelled against the protest. “I’m not—”
But before she could finish, his hand gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his. There was no softness, no room for argument. “You don’t get to decide, Lia.”
His lips crashed into hers, a forceful, desperate kiss that left no room for hesitation. His mouth was hot, demanding, as if he was trying to devour her whole, pulling her deeper into his world. Her hands found his chest instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath.
Rafe’s other hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back, making her gasp. “You’re going to stay with me,” he growled against her neck, his lips trailing hot, possessive kisses down her skin. “And you’re going to learn that you can’t escape. Not from me. Not from this.”
Her body was caught between fear and something else, something darker—an undeniable pull toward him. Despite herself, she leaned into him, her chest pressing against his, the heat between them intensifying. His hands moved lower, gripping her hips with a possessive force, pulling her closer, as if there was no space between them that wasn’t already his.
“No one’s going to take you from me again,” he whispered fiercely, his voice raw with obsession, with hunger.
Her breath hitched as she felt his control slip, his desire burning through the thin barrier between them. He wasn’t just claiming her—he was marking her, breaking through every boundary she’d ever known, until she was left with nothing but him, nothing but the overwhelming need he awakened in her.
Lia’s mind screamed to break free, to resist, but her body—her body betrayed her, responding to him, to the weight of his touch, to the fire that spread through her veins. And in that moment, with his lips searing against hers, she was lost.
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