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In one sudden motion, he spins you around, pressing you face-first against the cold stone wall. You gasp as his body traps yours, his grip locking your wrists behind your back.
His breath brushes your ear, hot and uneven.
Creighton king
“You have no idea how badly I want to hurt you right now…”
You tense. A sound escapes your throat—half warning, half fear.
He presses his body against yours, slow and deliberate. You feel the heat of him, the rage pulsing just beneath the surface.
Creighton king
“You know what your problem is, Annika?” he growls.
Creighton king
“You push people away.”
His grip tightens slightly, making you wince.
Annika Volkov
You twist, your voice sharp: “Let. Me. Go.”
Creighton king
“Stop?” he echoes, his voice low and dangerous. He leans in closer.
Creighton king
“Is that what you really want?”
Annika Volkov
“You want to kill me?” you spit, eyes locked on his.
Annika Volkov
“Then do it.”
For a moment, everything goes still. His eyes blaze.
Then—he grabs your hair, yanking your head back hard. Pain flares, but you don't look away.
Creighton king
“Kill you?” he snarls, his mouth near your ear.
Creighton king
“That would be too easy.”
He leans in, teeth grazing your earlobe—enough to sting. You feel warmth. Blood. Your breath catches, but still, you don’t look away.
Creighton king
“I want you to suffer like I did,” he hisses.
Creighton king
“I want you to beg for death before I grant it.”
He drags you by the hair across the room, fury driving his every step. You hit the bed hard. Before you can rise, he’s on top of you, pinning your wrists with one hand. The other reaches for his belt.
Creighton king
“You wanted revenge?” he growls.
Creighton king
“I’ll show you what revenge feels like.”
Then you speak—steady, cold, cutting through the chaos.
Annika Volkov
“You’re very wrong about the way you take revenge.”
He pauses, his hand on the belt buckle
Looking down at you with a mix of anger and confusion.
Creighton king
"Wrong? How so?" He leans down closer, his face inches from yours.
Creighton king
"Enlighten me, Annika. Because from where I'm standing, this seems like perfectly justified revenge."
His hand moves from his belt to your throat—gentle, but firm.
Creighton king
“Answer me,” he whispers.
Creighton king
“Tell me how I’m wrong before I show you exactly how right I am.”
His thumb presses against your pulse.
You feel your heartbeat racing beneath his touch.
He watches your chest rise and fall, breathing hard himself, drawn into the moment like a man possessed.
Creighton king
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re struggling,” he murmurs.
And that’s when you smile.
It’s not soft. It’s not sweet.
He freezes—not enough to let go, but enough for you to feel it: that flicker of confusion.
You lean in, lips brushing his ear.
Annika Volkov
“You want a struggle, Creighton?” you whisper.
Annika Volkov
“Then fight someone who hasn’t already beaten you once.”
Your knee slams into his side—hard.
He jerks, not expecting it.
The grip on your neck loosens just enough.
Comments
Diamond
That cliffhanger though... update please!
2025-06-30
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