DEADLY OBSESSION 7> The Taste Of Defiance

7> The Taste Of Defiance

The cold metal of the golden cuff burns against Evelyn’s wrist as he tightens it. Her breath is unsteady, but she glares up at him, refusing to break.]

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂

Go to hell. (roars)

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

(smirks) Angel, you keep forgetting—I am hell.

(He tugs the chain attached to the cuff, forcing her closer. Their bodies nearly touch. His scent—dark spice and danger—wraps around her, intoxicating and suffocating.)

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂

You won’t break me.

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

I don’t need to break you, baby. (brushes a thumb over her bottom lip) Just bend you the way I want.*

(His touch is slow, taunting, cruel.A punishment. A warning. Evelyn’s heart slams against her ribs, but she refuses to let him win.)

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂

You’ll regret this.

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

(laughs) I doubt that.

(He suddenly yanks the chain, spinning her around—her back against his chest, his lips grazing her neck.His voice is a dark whisper.)

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

The real question is…(pauses) How long before you start craving the cage I put you in?

(Her stomach twists. Because deep down, a darker fear lingers—what if he’s right?What if a part of her already does?)

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