Page 24 of The Cruel Heir

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“I’ll break you if I have to,” I whispered. “But you’re not leaving me. Not ever.”

Her eyes blazed, defiant even as she panted beneath me.

“Say it.”

She shook her head.

“Say you’re mine.”

She didn’t.

Not yet.

Her hips rocked against me. Seeking friction. Seeking release.

“You need my cock, don’t you, hummingbird?”

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

I closed my eyes, conjured the version of her in my mind, gasping consent, begging for me.

“With pleasure,” I whispered.

My cock slammed into her cunt, and I groaned.

I shouldn’t have done it. I should’ve stopped.

But the beast in me was louder than logic.

I fucked her harder. Rougher. Her fists beat against my chest. Her cries turned to echoes.

In my mind, she begged me to breed her.

And I obliged.

“I’m going to make you a mother,” I moaned. “I’ll fuck a baby into you, hummingbird.”

I came inside her, hips bucking.

She sobbed beneath me. I kissed her cheek. Her jaw. Her lips.

“Next time, I’ll take that ass,” I promised.

She didn’t respond.

She couldn’t.

Tears streaked her cheeks as I rolled off her.

Blood stained her wrists, where my nails dug in from holding her too tight.

I went to get the wound cleaner.

But when I came back…

She was gone.

The suite was empty.

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