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I attempt to laugh it off, but a panicked squeak slips out instead.

“I’m just a little nervous.” My eyes dart over his towering frame, lingering on his enormous cock for a frantic heartbeat.

“You wouldn’t hold it against a girl to be a bit anxious around such a big fighter like you?

” I add, mustering a smile beneath my coy gaze, hoping to salvage the moment

“More lies,” he scoffs, obliterating any hope I had of rescuing this disaster.

How much does he know? My pulse races, threatening to betray my composure.

Not only afraid of being rejected, but maybe even something worse.

“I heard every word you females said,” he continues, his massive arm gesturing toward the entrance.

Oh, fuck.

A lump forms in my throat as my mind scrambles trying to remember what incriminating things I might have said. Did he hear what I told Sandra? Or Carmen’s talk of escape?

“Even now, you seek another lie to cling to,” Dracoth growls, his molten eyes blazing into me, filling me with terror.

He’s not as dumb as he looks—an easy mistake to make, given his heavy, angular brows and stingy use of words. But I see it now—the brutal, cunning intelligence lurking deep, blazing within his crimson gaze, weighing my every word and action.

Fuck, it’s scary. I’ve made a huge mistake approaching him like this.

A yawning silence lingers, only the relentless patter of the shower’s water breaks the tension.

I avert my gaze, my mind and body in complete disarray.

My mouth opens and closes soundlessly, each potential word dying on my lips, strangled by the fear clutching my chest, the uncertainty he’s cursed me with.

Dracoth grunts dismissively, turning his back on me and resuming his cleansing .

Being ignored—I can’t stand it! I hate it; I hate him!

It’s the worst form of rejection. My anger simmers, seething deep like the molten of his eyes.

It’s too close to the pain my father left, a gaping wound in my soul that can never be closed, constantly seeking attention and affection, finding nothing, just ignored, deemed not worthy, somehow defective.

No matter how hard I try, it’s never good enough.

It sickens me, twisting my stomach with rage.

This fury inside me carries me to the precipice, wanting to lash out and hit him, to make him feel a fraction of the pain he’s caused me, to see the anger his actions have caused. How fucking dare he dismiss me after everything we’ve been through, after everything he’s done to me!

I see only red—the red titan with his back turned and the red hatred clouding my wet eyes.

“You know what, Dracoth? FUCK YOU!” I scream, unable to hold back, my pent-up trauma spilling out of me, with not a care in the world what happens to me as a result.

I pound on his broad back with my fists, each blow as useless as tapping against a boulder.

I claw at his skin with my nails, but there’s no purchase against his thick skin and muscles.

My powerless assault only fuels my rage more. I want to hurt him, but I can’t!

He whirls around with frightening speed, seizing my wrists with unbreakable strength. The heat of his hand nearly burns my skin as I squirm against his immense power.

“What new human madness is this?” he scoffs, holding me effortlessly in place.

“Madness?” I spit breathlessly, my face contorted into a vile sneer.

“At least I’m not a fucking hypocrite, like you.

” I glare at the giant red bore, my rage and contempt the only weapons left to me.

“You moan about lies? Don’t make me laugh.

Like you have the moral high ground.” Each word, each syllable, drips with the most potent venom.

His eyes widen slightly—the first genuine reaction I’ve seen from the giant bore. Never mind he has my hands held above my head, my nakedness exposed helplessly as I twist, failing to escape his iron grip.

“You fucking abducted us! Remember? Took us from everything we knew, everything I had! And you have the nerve to complain about a few lies? Oh, I’m sorry I lied to you, Mr. Abductor-Alien-Man, please don’t lock me in the cell again.

.. Please, spare me your righteous indignation. It’s not a good look.”

To my astonishment, his gaze falters, his expression tightening with what appears to be doubt.

I almost stumble backward as he suddenly releases his grip.

There are red marks where he touched me, but I hardly notice; my adrenaline is still pumping through my veins, washing away all concerns in a torrent of rage.

I pause, watching him hesitate, his eyes distant, and I feel a sudden surge of hope—can I salvage this? Is there a chance?

“Let’s cut the bullshit. No more lies,” I say, placing my hands against his hot, immense chest, drawing closer, pressing my softness against his hardness. He doesn’t stop me. A thrill of elation bubbles up inside me—my victory drawing near.

“This is what you really want from me, isn’t it?” I purr, moving against his colossal heat, my hands tracing his rippling muscles, sliding down toward his alluring cock, which brushes against my arm with its hefty weight. “It’s okay... I want it too.”

My body is on fire, the heady mix of hatred, fear, and desire carrying me away on an intoxicating high I’ve never experienced before.

I love it; it’s so exciting! I peer up at the giant, my eyes heavy with need, gauging his reaction as my hand inches ever so slowly toward his enormous length.

A breathy laugh escapes me; I can’t help it—I’m almost there.

“Stop,” Dracoth commands. The word slices through my hazy desire like a blade.

His molten gaze snaps to mine, anger twisting his mouth and narrowing his eyes.

But there’s something else... hidden deep—a flicker of doubt.

Perhaps even fear? It’s so shocking I recoil.

It looks wrong, like frozen fire, or fashionable cheap clothes—a thing that shouldn’t exist.

“I must go,” he declares, abruptly marching past me, leaving me bewildered.

What the hell just happened? I had him! Literally, in the palm of my hands.

I shake my head, racking my brain for understanding.

Is this how the Clown-dathians behave when it comes to sex?

I see Dracoth disappear into the mist, his heavy footsteps echoing in my ears, matching the pounding of my heart.

Was it something I said? Did I move too quickly, or too slowly?

Then, like a lightning bolt, the realization hits. Of course... It all makes sense now. I should have seen it sooner. A manic, bitter laugh shakes through me.

Dracoth’s a virgin.