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I grabbed her shoulders to hold her in place while I thrust deep inside her clenching asshole while slapping my balls against her. She took everything I gave her. My fingers dug into her, pulling her back as I exploded inside her ass. I didn’t release my bruising hold until I gave her everything I had.

This was no surprise because even in submission, her resilience was unparalleled.

Chapter 28

Ania

When he pushed my tail back into place, my pussy clenched greedily, but after Master cleaned up, he came back to bed and joined me under the covers. He held me in his arms while I traced the tattoos and old scars on his chest.

“Master, who did this to you?” I asked softly after trying to hold back as long as I could.

“I had my share of demons to deal with as a child. The men who did this are dead, but they took part in creating the monster inside of me.”

I shivered thinking of my aunt and uncle. The monsters who made me what I was. With a sigh, I wrapped my arm around him only to feel the rough, scarred skin on his back. I couldn't imagine Adrik Ilyin as a vulnerable child. Yet we all started out as innocent children.

“Do you want to be there when Pasha and Olya are with the doctor?”

I froze when I heard their names.

“What did I tell you, Bunny?” he growled, lowering his hand to grip my aching ass.

“You're my only monster,” I whispered, rubbing my cheek against his chest.

With a grunt, his grip relaxed.

“No, I don’t want to see them again.”

He was silent for a few minutes before he spoke again. “Viktor found your mother’s grave. If you want to visit her.”

I closed my eyes. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what she looked like. All I remembered was the day I went to live with her only surviving relative, her brother. I nodded, unable to speak.

Perhaps it was time to stop tormenting Viktor.

???

The world around me became calm, as if after a violent tsunami had come and annihilated, leaving behind the chaos of destruction to be slowly rebuilt into something new. Adrik didn't change, but I did. We worked together in his office, and when he left to attend to business, I was left to my own devices in the house.

I got to know more of his men, but many of them remained wary. It took me a while to realise that it wasn't because I was the White Rabbit but for fear of what Adrik would do to them. Viktor was still a bastard but a slightly more tolerable one.

My life was always indoors, and it was where I felt the most comfortable, but instead of viewing his house as a prison, it began to feel like home. Adrik let me change whatever I wanted, and the household staff, who once feared speaking to me, took my instructions.

The scent of fresh paint wasn't unpleasant to me, but the lighter colours around me took away some of the shadowy corners of the house that had once intimidated me. The dark hallways were now bright and airy, a contrast against the dark woodwork. Adrik had admired the changes as he inspected theend result. Viktor earned a few punches when he added his commentary.

But these were only aesthetics around me. My self-proclaimed monster who took it upon himself to rid me of my past left me—inspired. He gave me the gift of freedom from my past while at the same time chaining me to him in a way that surpassed something as ordinary as love.

I wondered if he knew that I owned him as much as he owned me. I smiled and closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine beaming into the office window. The one room he refused to let me touch, and I knew why. This was where it all began.

He might be the jailer, but I held the key.

???

“How’s the dating life going, Viktor?” I asked when Adrik left the office.

“Why do you want to know?” Viktor asked without looking up from the newspaper.

“I heard some rumours from the men,” I said before glueing my eyes to my laptop.

I didn't need to look up. The rustle of paper and the feel of his raging eyes on me was enough.

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