Benita’s POV“Got you,” Nathan growled, his voice low and strained. His body pressed into mine, his hands gripping my wrists to stop my frantic attempts to crawl away.“Get off me!” I screamed, thrashing beneath him, my anger boiling over.“Stop!” he barked, his tone sharp and commanding. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”I froze for a moment, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. “Why do you care?” I choked out, tears streaming down my face. “You hate me, remember? I’m just your slave, right?”Nathan didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his grip on my wrists loosened slightly, and I felt his warm breath against the back of my neck.“You drive me insane, Benita,” he finally said, his voice rough. “Damn you.”I turned my head slightly, trying to see his face. His expression was shadowed, but his eyes burned with a mix of anger and something else—something deeper, more dangerous.“Then let me go,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Reject me, Nathan. End this.”His ha
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