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“What do you really want from me? You already own my body, but you’ll never own my mind, or my heart,” he threatens, his dark eyes staying on mine. He presses his fist against my chest, and I like that he tries to put up a fight; it’s cute as hell.

“I want everything,” I say against his parted lips, softly brushing his long hair out of his eyes while he shakes his head.

I push his shirt up, running the tips of my fingers over his sensitive skin. His stomach dips again and I chuckle as I press my lips against his ear and he cringes. I need to remember all his tells.

“Please Moon,” he whimpers. Grabbing the back of his head, I yank his jaw to the side to devour his mouth, taking all his groans.

He slams his hands against my chest and moans into my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip while I tease him with my tongue. It feels like I’m in heat. If I could make him have my baby tomorrow, I would impregnate him to seal the deal; that’s how much I want him to be mine. I might not get his heart, but I don’t care—as long as no one else gets it.

I kiss his forehead, then his lips. He closes his eyes, holding onto my jacket for support. I can feel him trying to keep himself in check from pushing against me.

I let my lips linger on his forehead while he murmurs, “Why are you doing this to me? Why me?” He sounds like he’s in psychical pain.

“What do you mean?” I ask, pressing my groin against his. He bites back a moan. Fuck, that’s cute. I grab his wrists, shoving them high above his head while I run my other hand down his stomach and under his shirt. I like that he always looks like a little skater boy with oversized clothes.

“Why me?” He grinds his hips into mine, his erection pressing against my thighs feels so good. I rub myself against him, lifting his shirt up further, to bathe in his beauty, the lines of his tiny waist, and the sixpack he’s been hiding under his clothes.

“That’s it, give into me.”

“Moon,” he pleads as he closes his eyes. I watch his stomach roll inward. My mind is spinning having him like this. “You only see this,” he says, his voice so soft and full of pain it tears right through my soul.

“See what?” I ask against his lips.

His eyes find mine and for the first time in my life I feel like I’m seeing him for who he truly is. So broken and strong at the same time. He’s mine and always will be. That will never change. I won’t let anyone touch him after me, ever. I’d rather take his life than to watch him love someone else. Or do the things I’m planning to do with him. I’m the only one tasting him from now on.

I angrily claim his mouth, swirling my tongue against his, pushing it in like I’m going to do with my dick. He makes a sound of protest, but I’m already drawing a map over his body, a path only I will know.

“Stop it, Moon,” he says defiantly, as I run my hand over the back of his slutty waist, feeling the contours of the knives there. The fact he hasn’t used them to stab me between the eyes is saying something.

I shake my head. As long as Tian and I rule the world, I can have him. Everything I’ve done, everything I’m doing, is so I can see him every single day. “Before you, I was fine,” I bite out, anger overtaking the tenderness in my voice.

“Same here,” he says, letting out a shuddering breath as a single tear rolls down his pretty face. He wipes at his mouth again with the back of his hand, glaring at me.

I hate myself for what I’m about to do but I know I don’t have a choice, so I pull my hand back and give him a backhand slap. “You will obey me. I own you, remember?”

Stumbling a little, his head whips to the left. El smiles while tears fill his dark eyes and run down the bridge of his nose. He rubs the corner of his mouth and looks at the blood on his thumb.

He nods. “Okay, now I get it, that’s what you want isn’t it? Use my body like a whore.” He takes a deep breath, fuck, I’m already regretting every single thing I’ve done and said to him as I nod.

“You hate me that much?” he rasps, the venom dripping from his tongue, that murderous look back in his half-lidded eyes.

“I do,” I say, grabbing his shirt and hitting him with my angry stare before I give him another backhanded slap, the sound of my hand making contact with his cheek filling the empty staircase. He doesn’t put up a fight while taking the punch, his body going limp while I hold him up. I hate that I want him so much. It tears me apart. I hate that I can’t think straight when he’s not there. I hate that his father sold him to me. Hate that he’ll never be mine of his own accord. My voice sounds hoarse and broken when I say, “You’ll give me what I want. You don’t have a choice.”

Tears drip down his face while I grab him by his collar and kiss him until he can’t breathe. He closes his eyes on a moan, and I cover his eyes with my hand. “Can’t stand to look me in the eyes, can you?” he taunts, smiling.

He pushes me back with his fists, but I hold steady. I overpower him easily as I turn him around and shove him against the railing of the staircase.

He cries out the moment his lower back touches the wrought iron. “Fuck you,” he roars, spitting in my face. I feel it dripping down my nose. It hits my lip and I trail my tongue over it. I can’t suppress the sigh escaping my throat.

“You don’t even know how good you taste,” I tell him. “Your cum and spit were made for me. I can’t wait until you tear for me so I can taste your blood too.”

“You’re sick!” he yells at me.

I grab his face with both hands and press my body against his, so he can feel how hard I am for him. He gasps, looking down at the bulge tenting my pants. “No, I can’t, you’re too big,” he pleads but his eyes are saying something else: he wants this. He wants me to take what I want from him, to make it hurt. I watch with bated breath as the front of his slacks grows.

He lets out a strangled cry as I shove my hand down his pants again and grab his hard cock roughly, giving it a good tug. He moans and arches his back. “Moon,” he sighs; the way my name drips from those lips sounds so seductive, so fucking sensual. He claws at my shoulders, his fingers almost tearing through the fabric of my suit.

I keep my assault steady as I wrap my hand around his dick, swirling my thumb and index finger over the hard velvet crown as I start to jerk him up and down, our mouths inches apart. The pre-cum is already dripping down his shaft as I keep flicking my wrist. I don’t care if it hurts or not, I’m ready to burst. I deserve to feel the pain for what I’m doing to him.