As he roughly tossed her onto the bed, she felt herself bounce on the mattress, the impact jolting through her. A million thoughts raced through her mind, each one more terrifying than the last. What was she supposed to say now? Would saying sorry even matter?
She watched in horror as he withdrew his gun and pointed at her.
"You... you're not going to hurt me, right?" Her voice was barely a whisper, choked with fear and uncertainty. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to break free, as the reality of her vulnerability sank in. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she stared up at him, silently pleading for mercy.
"I've said it a thousand times — I'll never hurt you," Kaelith responded, his voice tinged with impatience and simmering anger. The tip of his gun traced a chilling path down her neck, stopping at the neckline of her bodice, hovering over the delicate curves of her chest. "Take it off."
Amara struggled to control her tears, her lips trembling as another tear slid down her cheek. The weight of his command hung heavy in the air, suffocating her with its cruelty.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, "I just... I'm sorry." Her words hung in the tense silence, her heart pounding with fear as she awaited his next move.
Kaelith cocked a brow, his expression clearly unamused by her pleas. Pressing the gun hard against her skin, he gritted out.
"Take. It. off."
Amara's heart sank as she realized there was no negotiating with him. With a trembling nod, she sniffed back her tears and gulped, her fingers shaking as she hooked them into the straps of her dress. Slowly, she began to pull them down, her breath hitching in her throat with each inch of fabric revealed.
Tears stung her eyes as she bared herself, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. She was only halfway through when Kaelith's impatience got the better of him. With a frustrated growl, he impatiently fisted the bodice and with a single, forceful tug, tore it off her.
A gasp escaped Amara's lips as the fabric ripped away, leaving her trembling and exposed. More tears followed suit, cascading down her cheeks as she struggled to maintain her composure inthe face of his relentless aggression.
“You said I was using you, right? Then why are you crying? You should be familiar with this if I treat you like this, shouldn’t you?”
“I- I didn’t mean that-!” She quickly sprint up and stood adamantly in front of him.
“You don’t mean anything to me,” he spoke dangerously, the tips of his fingers curling in her hairs as he jerked her neck back.“A mere toy that I’ll use whenever I want,” a breathless whimper escaping her lips.
“Leave me-“
“Or what?” His lips stretched into a wide grin.
"Tear me with your tiny hands?" Kaelith backed her into the wall, his presence looming over her as heleanedincloser, hispiercing greyeyeslocking ontohers."Remember, Amara, you existsolely for my pleasure."
Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her hair harder, sending a sharp jolt of pain coursing through her flesh. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder, his sandalwood scent enveloping her senses. With each passing breath, her heart raced faster, her body betraying her fear and apprehension.
"Kaelith—" she began, but he silenced her with the tip of his finger.
"Shh..."
"And for your punishment," he continued, his voice low and authoritative, "I want you to bend over the wall and take off your underwear."
Her protest rose in her throat,“You’re forcing me.”
He cut her off with a sharp scoff. "You forced my hand," he reminded her, his grip tightening on her waist. "I was patient with you, but this is what you do? I told you, you cannot leave me."
Defiance flashing in her eyes.
"You cannot keep me here against my will," she tried to push him, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.
CHAPTER 65
Kaelith looked into her eyes, shining with defiance. His heart squeezed tight. She fucking tried to leave him. When he all he did was protect her. Anger simmered-red and hot. Clenching his jaw, his cupped her jaw, tilting her head back.
“Is it about Anna?” He asked. Knowing damn well what her answer would be. She wasn’t trying to leave him earlier. There was a shift in her ever since the day at the restaurant.
Amara’s eyes widened as she shook her head.
“No.”
