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“Ow!” The sting sent a shockwave up my spine.

He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled. “Go ahead. Tell me you’re not mine again.”

His other hand ran along my back before grabbing my hip. My world spun when he flipped me. The cool silk of the bedcover soothed my burning ass cheek while I sank into its plush softness.

“You’re scaring me.”

“Good. You should be scared.”

My eyes widened. “Why would you say something like that?”

He stood at the end of the bed and slowly unzipped his pants. They slipped down his legs to pool at his feet. His cock bobbed between his legs. Straight, hard, and mesmerizing.

He fisted his shaft. “This is why.”

I shimmied back on the bed and stared at his intimidatingly large cock.

His hands wrapped around my ankles and pulled me toward him, as he placed a knee on the bed.

Then the heat and weight of his body pinned me down.

I pushed against his naked chest. “Please don’t hurt me.”

There was an unholy light in his eyes when his jaw stiffened.

I shoved harder at his chest, in a panic now.

Whatever was happening here, it was deeper and more sinister—I could feel it.

His cock pushed against my entrance as his lips skimmed mine. “I’m sorry, babygirl. That’s not an option.”

He thrust inside me.

CHAPTER 24

SEBASTIAN

With four simple words, she crushed what was left of my soul.

Please don’t hurt me.

No matter how I tried to rationalize what I was doing.

No matter how many times I told myself she would gain my name and unimaginable wealth.

No matter the justification…

There was no denying she was going to get hurt.

But none of that mattered now.

Now I was lost in the raw, physical need to shove myself so deeply inside her she’d never recover.

The twisted monster in me wanted to hurt her.

Wanted her to feel me long after we fucked.

Wanted her to carry my mark.