hapter 30
ROSALIE
My pulse hammered in my ears as Damien’s hand tightened just enough around my throat, his fingers pressing into my skin with a firm, unrelenting grip. His gaze locked with mine, dark and seething with intensity. I could see the anger brewing in the depths of his eyes, a storm that had no intention of calming.
“I said,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, “repeat what you just said, Rosalie.”
I could feel his breath hot against my face, the air thick with the weight of his words. My lips trembled, the words threatening to spill out, but fear tangled with defiance inside me. I swallowed hard, my chest heaving with every breath.
“You’ll never be the man I need, Damien,” I managed, my voice quivering with raw emotion. “You’ll never be the man I love.”
For a heartbeat, the world held its breath. The space between us crackled with something dark, something primal. Then, in one swift motion, his grip tightened around my throat just enough to make my vision blur. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding as though trying to hold back something monstrous, something wild.
“Rosalie,” he hissed, his voice low and venomous, the warning clear. “You’d better pray to God you didn’t just mean that.”
“I did,” I whispered, my voice faltering under the weight of my defiance. “I meant every word. You can’t scare me into loving you.”
A sharp laugh escaped his lips–low, menacing. “Scare you?” His eyes flashed, dark with something I couldn’t quite decipher. “I don’t want your love. Not anymore.”
His grip on my throat loosened, but only slightly. His fingers slid down to
my collarbone, grazing against my skin in a way that sent a shiver through me. The air between us thickened with tension. “What I want is your fear. Rosalie. I want you to feel it. To know it.”
“You’re insane,” I spat, my breath shallow, chest heaving in both anger and fear.
His eyes gleamed with a dangerous satisfaction, his lips curling into something that resembled a smile, though it was anything but kind. “Maybe I am,” he said, his voice a dangerous purr. “But you? You’re mine, Rosalie. No matter how much you fight it, no matter how much you deny it. You’ll always belong to me.”
I fought against him, my hands clawing at his wrist, my desperation rising. “Let me go!” I screamed, but he only tightened his grip. The more I struggled, the more his hold seemed to tighten, as though my resistance was a game to him.
“No,” he snarled, a wicked satisfaction coloring his words. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Rosalie. Not anymore.
My mind screamed for release, for escape, but my body betrayed me. I kicked and twisted, trying to get free, but his body was a wall against mine. He pressed closer, pinning me to the wall with his weight, and I gasped, the air pushed from my lungs by his force.
“You think you can fight me?” he taunted, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you can beat me? Go ahead, Rosebud Try. Let’s see how far that gets you.”
My hands trembled, and I could feel the heat of my own blood coursing through my veins as I pressed against him, my body responding in ways that confused me. I was repulsed, terrified, and yet, something deep inside me twisted..
“You’re sick,” I gritted through clenched teeth. “You’re a sick, twisted bastard.”
“Tonight Rosebud, I’ll show you how sick I can be for you. How twisted I am.” He said, his tone colder now, like a promise-
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His fingers slid to the neckline of my dress, pulling at the fabric with a brutal force. I gasped in shock, trying to jerk away, but it was futile. The tearing sound of my dress was loud in the silence, a declaration of his power. Panic surged through me, but as I struggled, his hands only seemed to tighten their grip.
“Damien, no!” I screamed, feeling a cold dread settle over me as tears burned at the corners of my eyes. “Please, don’t do this.
His lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. “Begging already? I thought you were stronger than that, Rosalie.”
I could feel the fight draining from me, my body betraying my mind. “I’d rather ruin myself than let you touch me!” I cried out, the words sharp with desperation.
“Ruin yourself?” he repeated, his voice dark and mocking, the edge of a laugh in his tone. “You don’t get to make that choice. I’ll ruin you, Rosalie. Every part of you.”
His hands gripped me tighter, pulling me closer, the space between us nonexistent. His breath was a soft hiss against my skin. “And the best part?” He paused, savoring the words. “This is your reality now. I am your reality.”
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head in denial, my tears blurring my vision. “You’re mad Damien. You’re fucking crazy”
He smirked again, the wicked gleam in his eyes unshaken.
His hands gripped my hips, rough and unyielding, as he shoved me down onto the bed. My back hit the mattress with a thud, the softness doing little to cushion the force. My breath hitched as I struggled beneath him, twisting and kicking, but Damien’s weight pinned me in place like a predator cornering its prey.
“Get off me!” I screamed, thrashing, but it only made his grip tighter, his dominance more suffocating.
He caught my wrists effortlessly, forcing them above my head with one hand while his other pressed down on my waist, locking me beneath him. His dark eyes gleamed with something ruthless, his lips curling into a cruel smirk.
“Keep fighting,” he growled, his voice low and taunting. “It only makes this more satisfying.”
“You’re a beast!” I spat, glaring up at him, but the words did little to phase him.
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“And you are my beauty” he shot back, his tone cold and final.
His free hand moved to my face, gripping my jaw with enough force to make me wince. “You think you can talk trash about being with another man? You think you can even think of leaving me and walk away unscathed?” He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “I’ll break you, Rosalie. Body and mind. You’ll beg for me before the night is through,”
“I’ll never beg you for anything!” I shouted, trying to twist away, but his grip on my jaw tightened.
“Keep telling yourself that,” he said mockingly, his voice dripping with venom.
His hand moved from my jaw, trailing down my neck and over the neckline of my dress. The fabric bunched beneath his fingers as he yanked it down, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I gasped, shame and fury burning through me as I tried. to arch away from him.
“Damien, stop!” I cried, but his lips curled into a wicked smile, one that promised no mercy.
“Stop?” he repeated, mocking the desperation in my voice. “Why would I stop when you’re already giving in?”
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“I’m not!” I shouted, my voice cracking, but his laugh sent shivers down my spine
“Liar,” he murmured darkly, his hand moving lower to cup my bosom, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak with deliberate precision. My breath hitched, my body betraying me with a rush of sensation that made me bice my lip to keep from crying out.
“There it is,” he said, his voice triumphant as he lowered his head, his lips claiming my skin. His tongue Breed into the curve of my breast, teasing and unrelenting, before his mouth closed around the peak. The sensation was maddening asos of heat and shame that left me gasping.
“Damien, don’t!” I begged, my voice trembling, but he only responded with a cruel chuckle.
“Don’t what?” he mocked, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he pulled back to meet my your “Don’t show you what your body craves? Don’t make you admit how much you’re enjoying this?”
“I hate you,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
“You hate me?” he echoed, his hand moving to grip my waist, pulling me closer against him. “Then why is your body begging me to keep going?”
“Please just let me go!” I cried, trying to shove him away, but the traitorous arch of my back betrayed my words.
He laughed, low and cruel, as his lips returned to my skin, moving with purpose and precision. His free hand gripped my thigh, forcing it apart, while his mouth continued its assault on my bosom, suckling and teasing until my breachs came ragged gasps.
“Look at you,” he sneered, pulling back to look into my eyes. “You can’t even control yourself. You hate me, but your body is mine. Every gasp, every shiver–it all belongs to me.”
“No.” I whimpered, shaking my head as my tears fell faster.
“Yes,” he hissed, his tone ruthless as he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. “You can fight me all you want, Rosalie But I’ll still own every part of you by the time I’m done.”
His hand moved up my thigh, rough and unrelenting, while his lips claimed mine again, this time punishing and demanding. My body betrayed me with every trembling sigh, every involuntary response to his touch, and the shame of it twisted in my chest like a knife.
“I’ll break you tonight Rosebud,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a promise of destruction “I swear, I’d break your ego and dignity, and I’ll make you thank me for it.”
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