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Her expression was just as before. Indifferent. Apathetic.
Nonexistent.
It was so bad even the feel of being inside of her didn't help—though he'd been anticipating it for weeks. Suddenly, there was no joy to be had inanything.
And so he could have stopped. He could have backed away and left her alone.
But he didn't. He was too far gone to do anything but march forward.
"You're mine, pet," he sneered. "Hate me, abhor me, fucking despise me," he told her in a harsh voice, an echo of those long ago words. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're mine, and you'll continue to be mine."
Were those proclamations for his benefit, or hers?
But to show her that he didn't lose—that he couldn't possiblyeverlose—he didn't stop.
He started moving in and out of her, increasing his speed and the power of his thrusts.
She was hot, but lifeless.
She warmed his cock but she killed his heart.
And that only made him angrier—more out of control.
"Hate me," he demanded. At this point he'd take anything, but at least he wanted something—someemotion.
She only looked at him as if she wasn't seeing him. Leaning back on her bed, she let him use her, not even bothering to put up a fight.
The only indication that something was happening were the inevitable tears that clung to her lashes and his incoherent grunts as he sought to punish her with his cock.
Yet the more he saw her inactive like that,unresponsive, the more his own rage increased, as did the power of his assault.
He fucked into her all the pain in his heart. In return, she only gave him more pain, more…heartache.
"Damn you," he shouted, grabbing her by the neck and shaking her. "Damn you," he repeated, both hands wrapped around her lovely throat as he continued to thrust into her.
Still, she said nothing.
"You're mine. You hear me, pet? You fucking hear me, Venezia?"
The last question made her blink. But she didn't respond.
"Fuck," he cursed in frustration.
No matter how hard, how rough or how wild he took her, he couldn't get any response out of her.
Nothing.
It was like he was truly fucking a lifeless doll.
A couple more thrusts and he came inside of her, yet the end was more bitter than he'd ever experienced.
So bitter, in fact, that he felt bile rise up his throat, threatening to make him ill.
He couldn't look at her anymore. He couldn't stand totouchher anymore.
On a harsh breath, he flung her from him, withdrawing from her body and zipping his pants back up.
Half-turning, he didn't trust himself to gaze into her eyes again. So he merely left her with one last warning.
