Page 72 of Dark Therapy

And that’s exactly what he wanted.

“Look at you,” Damien sneered, his voice dark, raw, twisted with a dangerous glee that made my stomach twist and my pulse race. “So fucking perfect, so fuckingmine.”

The chains rattled as I struggled against them, not to escape, but because the fire inside me was too much. Every fiber of my being screamed to touch him, to claim him the way he was claiming me. But he didn’t just deny me—he reveled in it. His smirk was unhinged, knowing full well that I was completely at his mercy.

And God help me, the helplessnessthrilledme.

The way he prowled over me, his shadow dark and all-encompassing, sent a sick shiver of excitement through me. I hated how much I craved this, how much I cravedhim. I hatedthe way the vulnerability made me burn hotter, how the loss of control made my breath hitch. But there it was, undeniable and feral, an ache so deep it threatened to swallow me whole.

He crouched between my legs, his hands rough and unrelenting as they gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, forcing me to bare everything to him. “You think you can hide from me?” he growled, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the heat of his breath making me shudder.

“Damien—” His name escaped me in a desperate gasp, but he cut me off with a dark laugh.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled, his teeth grazing my skin, sending a pulse of sharp pleasure-pain through me. “I’ll tell you when to speak. I’ll tell you when to fucking breathe. You don’t get a say in this, Millie. Not tonight. Not fuckingever.”

Two fingers plunged into me without warning, rough and unyielding, tearing a strangled moan from my lips as my back arched. His pace was merciless, his fingers curling justright, skimming every nerve like he’d mapped out my body in his mind a thousand times before.

“Youfeelthat?” Damien rasped, his breath hot against my pussy. “That’s meowningyou.Fuckingyou. You don’t get to run, you don’t get to fucking hide. You belong to me, every goddamn inch of you. Say it.”

My body betrayed me, a low whimper spilling from my lips as my head swam with heat, pleasure, and the sheer insanity of his words. His manic laughter filled the air as he thrustharder, dragging me further into the abyss.

“You can’t even fuckingtalk,” he hissed, biting down on my thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “Pathetic. I could do this all night. Break you apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left butmynameon your lips.”

And the terrifying part? I didn’t want him to stop.

Yes, I missed this. I missedhim. The chaos he unleashed, the way he turned my world upside down with a singlelook, a singletouch. No one else could make me feel this alive, thisraw. He dragged me into his storm, and instead of running, I craved it—every wild, twisted second. Fear and desire were no longer opposites; they bled into each other, wrapping tight around my chest until I couldn’t breathe.

Damien’s voice slashed through the air, low and dangerous, vibrating with that unhinged edge that made my pulse stutter. “Admit it, Millie,” he growled, pulling back just enough for his breath to ghost over my trembling core. “Who else could fuck with your head like this? Who else could fucking own you likeIdo?”

My throat tightened, my mind clawing for some semblance of control, but his gaze pinned me in place—sharp, feral, unstoppable. My lips parted, the truth slipping free before I could stop it. “No one,” I whispered, my voice shaking with the weight of surrender. “No one but you.”

A manic grin split his face, dark and predatory, the kind of grin that promised destruction and dared you tobegfor it. His whiskey eyes burned with wicked satisfaction, a madness that matched the chaos he’d ignited in me. “That’s my girl,” he purred, each word a dark caress that seared into my skin. “Say it again.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Yours,” I breathed. “Only yours.”

“Fuckingperfect,” he hissed, his hands gripping my thighs like he might crush them, grounding me to him. And then his lips descended, his tongue dragging slow, deliberate lines that set every nerve in my body on fire.

His fingers slid inside me again without warning, rough and relentless, pumping with a rhythm that made my legs quake. My breath hitched, my body jerking against the chains that tethered me, the metal biting into my wrists. “Damien,” I gasped, the tension in my legs unbearable as I tried to stay standing. “I—Ican’t—”

A low, humorless chuckle rumbled from him, dark and sharp as a blade. He pulled back, his grin brushing against my skin as he whispered, “You can’twhat, Millie? Can’ttakeit? Can’thandleme? You’re fucking mine, and you’ll take whatever the hell I decide to give you.”

Without waiting for a response, his hands slid under my thighs, lifting me with an effortless strength that made my breath catch. The chains above rattled as he hoisted me onto his shoulders, his face buried between my legs, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine.

“There,” he murmured, his voice low, full of twisted satisfaction. “You won’t fall, baby. Not unless I let you.”

And then his tongue was inside me, swirling, probing,devouringme like I was his last meal. My head fell back, a strangled moan ripping from my throat as the world dissolved into nothing buthim—his mouth, his hands, his madness consuming me whole.

“Fuck,” he groaned against me, his voice vibrating through every inch of my body. “You taste like you were fuckingmadefor this.”

My body arched, my legs trembling violently as I teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Damien,” I whimpered, my voice breaking, but he only laughed—a sound sodark, somanic, it made my blood sing with equal parts fear and need.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, sinking deeper, harder. “Not until Iruinyou.”

The sharp twist ofjealousythat clawed through my chest was suffocating, venomous, and impossible to ignore. The thought came unbidden, dark and maddening: How many others had hebrought here before me? How many women had stood exactly where I was, trembling, broken open by him, laid bare under the weight of his control?

The idea of anyone else feeling this—hisinsanity, this sickening blend of fear and desire—made something feral and possessive flare inside me. Had they cried out for him like I did? Had theybeggedfor him, fallen apart under his cruel, relentless hands? My mind conjured the image of his lips on someone else, his voice dripping with the same dark promises he now whispered to me, and itburned.

It was irrational, I knew that. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t want to believe this moment was mine, that I was something special in his twisted world. But the jealousy scorched through me, mingling with the electric thrill of knowing that right now, I was the one in his grip.No one else. Not a single ghost of his past.

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