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I hate him.

Hate the smug, knowing gleam in his eyes. Hate the way he tilts my chin up with just the barest pressure, like he has every right to touch me.

But I hate myself more for not pulling away. For how my gut aches for him, how the throb between my legs screams to keep him going, to see how far I can push him.

Caleb’s fingers tighten in my hair, yanking hard enough to make me gasp. “You are fucking up everything for me,” he murmurs, voice like a slow drag of smoke and sin. “Now, you make it up to me.”

My nails dig into my palms. “Go to hell.”

His smirk is pure arrogance. “After you, puck bunny.”

He presses the tip of his shoe between my thighs. My body betrays me in an instant — hips tilting, seeking friction. I grit my teeth, but he sees it.

Caleb chuckles, low and dark. “That’s it. Just like that.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. I hate this. Hate him. Hate how my body listens. Shame scorches through me, but my thighs clench anyway. My body should not react to him like this. Not when he is the enemy.

Fingers tighten in my hair, forcing me to look up. “Eyes on me.” His grip is both terrifying and intoxicating. His voice is a slow drag of dominance, every word sinking deep.

My lips part as he brushes his thumb against them, teasing, testing.

“Open.”

I hesitate. Just for a second. His hand clamps around my jaw, forcing me wide. My breath stutters.

He pulls his hard cock out of his boxers and strokes himself roughly. His other hand is still tugging at my hair. He moves forward and slides the tip over my nose and cheek smearing pre cum on my skin. The piercing is daunting but turning me on.

“You want to play games, bad little bunny?” he muses. “Fine. But we both know how this ends.”

Heat pools in my stomach, anger and something darker twisting inside me. My body betrays me again, arching into him, aching for more even as my mind screams to fight.

Caleb hums in approval, his touch dragging lower.

My skin buzzes with fury. Heat. If he slides his cock into my mouth, I will bite it clean off.

Then I taste him—hot, heavy, and leaking against my tongue.

I try to jerk away, but he holds me firm. His cock presses forward, thick and insistent. I glare up at him, my jaw aching, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears.

He slides his cock deeper into my mouth thrusting so hard that I rock backwards.

I feel him make contact with my throat before he pulls out.

I glare at him as he repeats the motion.

On the third thrust, I am just about to close my mouth on him and bite when his other hand tugs at my jaw pulling my mouth open.

“You fucking bitch,” he shouts before spitting into my mouth. I want to gag.

He crouches down and I am hit by his scent, and I hate how much despite everything I lean in to take another whiff of him.

“Listen here, slut, if you try that again, I will do worse than stick my cock in your throat. You hear me? I will bend you right over your sofa and fuck you so hard, take your virginity, and you will not be able to walk for a week straight.”

The words should infuriate me but instead I feel a zing right down my core. What the hell is wrong with me!

Should I taunt him?

Caleb pinches my nose causing me to gasp and then the tip of his cock is in my mouth again. I can taste the saltiness of his precum. Then he presses deeper, past my lips, resting heavy on my tongue. His taste lingers, salt and sin. My stomach tightens as he rocks forward, forcing me to take more.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, watching me struggle, his grip firm, controlling. “You wanted to act like a brat. Now you take what I give you.”

Shame burns through me. I should shove him away. Should fight.

But I don’t.

His laugh is low, knowing. “I will make you my fucking puck bunny, Sienna.”

I shudder at the words, something dark and needy twisting low in my stomach.

“Do this to you all the time,” he groans.

My jaw aches as he thrusts, saliva slipping down my chin. My hands claw at his thighs, caught between pushing him away and holding on. The friction between my legs is maddening—just a little more, just a little—

Caleb growls, sensing it. His shoe shifts, pressing harder, sending a sharp, unbearable ache straight to my core.

My breath hitches.

His laugh is pure, taunting wickedness. “That’s what I thought. Now I’m going to come down that pretty throat and you are going to swallow every drop I give you.” His thrusts are deeper. My cheeks hurt.

Caleb’s grip tightens in my hair, his fingers twisting just enough to make me gasp. His breathing turns ragged, each exhale uneven as his body coils tighter. His hips jerk forward, the heat of him pulsing against my tongue, his muscles straining as he fights for control and loses.

A deep, guttural groan tears from his throat, his fingers flexing against my scalp as pleasure overtakes him. His whole body shudders, every inch of him wound tight before he finally unravels, his dominance slipping for just a moment. And in that instant, I have all the power.

I feel every last pulse, the weight of it, the heat, the raw possession of it sinking into me. My throat works to take it, my stomach tightening at the sheer force of his release. There’s no escaping it. He holds me still, making sure I take every drop, his grip firm, his body trembling.

His fingers slide from my hair, trailing to my jaw, forcing my gaze up. His smirk deepens at whatever he finds in my expression—shame, defiance, something in between.

“Show me.” His voice is rough, still edged with pleasure, but underneath it, there’s something darker. Something that says he already knows.

I hesitate, my breath uneven, my heart slamming against my ribs. But I open my mouth just enough.

Caleb hums in approval, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, slow, possessive. “Good bunny.”

The heat of him lingers, the intimacy of it twisting in my chest, impossible to shake. His hand drifts lower, fingers grazing my throat, feeling the way it worked for him. A satisfied smirk plays at his lips, like he’s just marked his claim in a way I can’t erase.

But it’s the press of his shoe between my thighs, still there, still pressing into that unbearable ache, that makes my breath stutter. My thighs clench, desperate for relief I refuse to seek.

Caleb watches me, his smirk turning into something almost predatory. He already knows. He lifts a hand, trails a single finger down my throat. My pulse betrays me, hammering against his touch. I hate that he notices.

“See,” he murmurs, tipping my chin up so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “That’s what I love about you.” His thumb skims my bottom lip, a mockery of something tender. “You fight me, but your body? That tells me the truth.”

My breath shudders.

“I hate you,” I whisper.

A slow smile curves his lips. “Liar. His fingers trail down, gripping my arm before yanking me up. I stumble, but he catches me, steadying me before pulling me flush against him.

His mouth crashes onto mine. He is rough, claiming, all teeth and dominance. My body betrays me as I clutch his shirt. God, I hate the need clawing under my skin.

I should slap him. Shove him away. Something. But I just stand there, letting him consume me.

“You belong to me,” he murmurs against my ear.

I should run.

I should scream.

I should tell him that I don’t.

Instead, I shudder as his lips brush my jaw, and the worst part?

I think he knows I’m already lost.

His hand slides lower, teasing, slipping past the waistband of my sweatpants.

I freeze.

“Caleb…”

His fingers slip lower, the rough pads brushing against my slick skin, teasing along my inner thighs before trailing up to where I ache the most. A shudder wracks through me as he finds my clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes.

My breath catches, my hips twitching as heat floods through me.

“That’s what I thought,” Caleb murmurs, his voice thick with arrogance. “Sucking my dick made you this wet.”

His fingertip presses just right, a calculated pressure that makes my legs weak. Shame and need coil tight in my stomach, an impossible knot I can’t undo.

Instead, my fingers dig into his arms, my body betraying me as I rock into his touch. He hums in approval, his other hand still tangled in my hair, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

“Say it,” he orders, his tone dark and knowing. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

I shake my head, my lips parting on a gasping moan as he slides a finger inside me, slow and unrelenting. My walls clench around him, my breath stuttering at the intrusion, at the way he fills me with ease. He adds another, stretching, working me open, his thumb never leaving my clit.

Caleb growls, the sound vibrating against my skin as he pulls my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Say you liked it, or I stop.”

There’s that sensation again. The one that it’s un-fucking-bearable. I grip onto him tighter, moaning into his chest. My other hand tugs at the back of his neck, bringing his lips to mine.

“Caleb…” I moan as he works me faster.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my teeth sinking into my lip to keep the words trapped. I hate him. Hate how easily he unravels me. But I’m so damn close.

“You’re a filthy little thing,” he taunts, his fingers curling, stroking that spot inside me that makes my entire body tighten. My hips jerk, chasing more, chasing everything. “Just admit that you like this.”

The pleasure coils tighter, unbearable, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His movements slow, teasing me right at the edge, keeping me there, helpless, desperate.

I’m going to fall apart, and I need—

“Say it,” he growls.

Heat coils tighter, unbearable. I’m going to fall apart, and I need—

“I’m your puck bunny,” I whisper, the words tasting like defeat.

Caleb smirks, satisfied. “That’s right.”

He doesn’t let me have it. Doesn’t let me fall over the edge. His fingers retreat, leaving me shaking, ruined.

Before I can catch my breath, his lips graze my ear. “If you ever meddle again, you should know I have footage.”

Ice rushes through me.

“What?”

His grip tightens. “From the Reaper’s mansion. How you let me and Caleb…” he smirks, “…come all over your face.”

My stomach drops.

His thumb brushes my swollen lips, his voice turning mockingly sweet. “Wouldn’t want everyone seeing what a needy little puck bunny you are, would you?”

Rage and humiliation burn through me, my body trembling. “Fuck you.”

Caleb only laughs, stepping back like I don’t matter. Like I’m nothing.

“I just did,” he drawls. “And all you did was hump my shoe, you needy slut.”

Then he’s gone, leaving me desperate. Shattered.

Ruined.

Again.