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Dante

Evelyn lies bound in the backseat of my Mercedes. I didn’t cover her mouth because I want to hear what she will to say. She acts like she did weeks ago. Like she doesn’t fucking want me.

Too bad for her, she already had me. I won’t let her leave. My obsession with her has become an uncontrollable need. A need to make her fucking mine. Forever.

The performance she gave was undeniably hot, but she shouldn’t have done that. She will regret it, and she will never do it again. Not if I have anything to do with it.

She mentioned that she saw me with another woman. The fucking woman I despise. Lacey.

I was out sorting through some shit with Lucien about an upcoming job. I stayed close to Evelyn, so that no one would fucking try anything. Then Lacey comes up to me and hands me a fucking marriage contract. Signed by none other than my father.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, focusing on the task behind me.

Evelyn.

I drive until I reach one of our old compounds. We no longer use it, as we have a larger and more secure one now. I was going to take her to theclub, but it would be too messy. Though the club would have been the perfect place to remind her of whom she belongs to.

We pull up the gravel path, and I look at her in the rearview mirror. She is fucking gorgeous. Even when she is helpless and her make-up is smeared all over her face. That’s my favorite sight to see.

I open her door and slide her out, placing her over my shoulder once more. She said she wasn’t scared of me. She has no idea how fucking cruel I can be— but I’m going to show her. She will regret trying to run. She will only belong to me.

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I place her down on a metal chair in the middle of the cement room and bind her to it with rope. She doesn’t fight me. She fucking wants this.

The air smells stale and is cold enough to be uncomfortable. I want her to be fucking scared. I don’t know why she had this ability to make me into a soft man for her, but she reminded me of why I’m not soft. I’ll never be gentle and fucking caring.

I kill people. I take what I want. I don’t consider other people’s worthless feelings.

She stares at the ground between us. I lean back against the wall and cross my arms over my chest.

“Will you just kill me already…”

Her soft words send a chill down my spine, and my jaw tenses. I remain silent.

“P-please… just make it stop. I don’t want to play anymore…”

I let out a low chuckle.

“You think this is a game, princess?”

I make my way over to her and I tuck her hair behind her ear. Her eyes meet mine, and they resemble a dark forest awaiting the light of day. There is no light here.

“Y-yes… I want to go home.”

“I might let you go home.” I pause, calculating my following words.

“If you promise to be good.”

She swallows as if her saliva has turned into honey. Her watery lashes flutter. She has hope. There is no hope here.

“O-okay…”

I smile at her and exit the room. I am going to fucking ruin her.

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