Page 13 of Felix

I’m shocked by the news of him killing Nick—shocked but also secretly elated. Can’t haunt my nightmares if you’re dead, right?

He’s close now, too close, and I can feel the dampness of his skin against mine as he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to him.

I ask him not to hurt me too. I can’t handle any more pain. My body would crumble to dust if it went through anymore.

He places his lips on mine and kisses me roughly. My body is a traitor, pressed against him like a moth to a flame, but I’m no fucking puppet. I pull away from the kiss and stare him down.

“Listen, Felix,” I grit out, my fists clenching at my sides. “Nobody owns me. I spent years being possessed by men, and I won’t let it happen again.”

“Is that so?” His voice is low and dangerous, his grip on my waist tightening. “You don’t get a choice, Aurora. You’re mine.”

“Fuck you!” My heart races, fear and anger colliding within me. Does he think he can just waltz in here, claiming me like some goddamn prize?

“The way your body reacts tells me otherwise.” His free hand trails up my spine, sending shivers down my back. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Stop it,” I demand, trying to shove him away, but he doesn’t budge. He’s a wall of muscle and tattoos—an immovable force.

“Admit it, darling,” he whispers, his breath hot on my ear. “You want this just as much as I do.”

“Go to hell,” I spit, yet my resolve crumbles with each word. The truth is, I’m drawn to his darkness and violence. It’s a twisted kind of allure, and it disgusts me.

“Maybe I will.” He smirks, his eyes dark and intense. “But you’re coming with me. Remember, you belong to me.”

“Never,” I hiss, even though part of me wants to submit, to give in to the chaos and desire swirling around us.

My heart is pounding like a goddamn jackhammer, and I can feel the rage boiling in my veins.

“Fuck off,” I spit, glaring at him with every ounce of hatred I can muster. “I refuse to be hurt again. I don’t even know you, for fuck’s sake! We just met. You could be a serial killer for all I know.”

Felix smirks, his dark eyes dancing with amusement. “I am one, darling. I’m the thing that goes bump in the night.” My breath catches in my throat, but he continues, a predatory grin splitting his face. “But you’re safer with me than anywhere else because I’ll never hurt you.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, but they also piss me the hell off. How dare he say that, as if it makes everything better?

“Get the fuck out of here!” I yell, my voice shaking with fear and anger. “I want you to leave.”

But instead of backing off, he reaches up and runs his hand down my cheek, the warmth of his touch melting through my defences like a hot knife through butter. It’s infuriating how easily he breaks through my walls.

“See?” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my skin. “You don’t want me to go at all.”

“Stop fucking with my head,” I growl out, trying to pull away from him, but he’s relentless. His grip tightens around my arm, holding me in place.

“Admit it, Aurora,” he whispers, his lips brushing againstmy ear. “You need me. And whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere.”

My chest tightens with a mix of fear and something else, something darker and more dangerous. I hate how he makes me feel, but I can’t deny the twisted pull he has on me. What’s even worse is knowing that he knows it too.

“Listen, Aurora,” Felix says, his voice low and steady. “You assume you need to be in control, but that’s where you’re wrong. What you need is for someone to take control away from you… that’s how you’ll find your power.”

“Fuck you,” I spit back, my heart pounding in my ears. “I don’t need anyone to take control of me.”

“Maybe not,” he agrees, his eyes locked on mine. “But you want it, don’t you?”

I open my mouth to argue, but the words die in my throat. There’s a terrifying truth in what he’s saying, making me sick to my stomach. The thought of someone else controlling me and giving up my power sends a shiver down my spine.

“Turn around,” he orders, his voice hard as steel. I hesitate for a moment, then comply, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back.

“Put your hands on the wall,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, my breath hitching in my throat. I feel his body press against mine, his chest warm and solid against my back.

His hand wraps around my throat, just tight enough to remind me who’s in charge. His other hand slips down the front of my pants, and I can’t help but gasp at the sensation.

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