Page 130 of Cruel Obsession

His hand shoots out, grabs her by the hair. She cries out, the sound sharp with pain and resignation. He yanks her head back, exposing her throat.

“I don’t recall asking what you want,” he says softly. Dangerously. “I told you to turn around.”

My finger moves to the trigger, muscle memory taking over. One shot. Center mass. He’d be dead before he hit the floor.

But I need her away from him first. Need a clean line of fire.

She turns slowly, painfully, and I get my first look at her face.

The world stops spinning.

Mirabel is standing naked in my father’s living room. Except she’s…

“There’s my Princess,” my father croons, cupping her face with both hands. “So pretty when you weep.”

She’s crying. Silent tears streaming down her cheeks, shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs.

“Gavriil,” she whispers. “Please, I can’t take anymore. Everything hurts. I need time to heal.”

“But I like you broken,” he says, and there’s genuine affection in his voice. That’s what makes it so much worse—he actually believes he cares for her. “You’re perfect when you’re hurting. Makes my dick so fucking hard… my special little girl.”

His special girl… the one he hurts most.

He’s about to be the oneIhurt the most. As soon as she gets out of the goddamn way. Because there’s no doubt in my mind that the minute I burst through that door, he’s going to use her as a human shield.

My father’s hand slides down her body, possessive and proprietary. She flinches but doesn’t pull away. Can’t pull away.Whatever he’s done to her, whatever conditioning he’s imposed, she’s learned that resistance only makes things worse.

“You’re wet for me already,” he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Your body knows what it wants even when your mouth says no.”

“That’s not—” she starts, but he cuts her off with a kiss that makes me want to gag. When he pulls back, she’s gasping, fresh tears streaming.

My father starts unbuckling his belt, the leather sliding through loops with a soft hiss. “I’m going to make you scream today, Princess. Really make you feel it.”

“No,” she whimpers, but she’s already positioning herself how he wants. Already submitting. “Please, I can’t. I’m still so sore from—”

“From last night?” He laughs. “Good. I want you to remember last night while I’m fucking you today. Want you to feel every bruise, every tear. Want you to know that no matter how much it hurts, you’ll still take it. Because you’re mine.”

He tilts her chin up with his fingertip. “And you’ll always be mine, pretty little Debra.”

End of Part 1.

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What destroys you faster?

The man who lies to protect you… or the truth he's hiding?

Six months ago, I flashed the Bratva boss at his own wedding.

Then I went to work under his roof.

It was supposed to be temporary.

Spoiler:It was not.

Now, I’m carrying thepakhan’sbaby.

And falling deeper for a man I swore I’d never touch.