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“But you,” he murmurs, his thumb trailing down my throat to rest in the hollow of my neck. “You’re going to be so much more.”

His thumb presses lightly against my pulse point, and I know he can feel the frantic beat of my heart against his skin.

“You’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?” he purrs.

I try to speak, to tell him to go to hell, but the words die in my throat. I can’t tear my gaze away from his, can’t seem to break the spell he has over me. It’s like he’s looking right through me, seeing all my darkest desires, all the things I try to hide.

He’s playing with me, toying with me like a cat with a wounded bird. And the worst part is, I’m letting him. My body craves his attention even as my mind recoils in horror.

Suddenly, he pulls away, breaking the contact as if I’m fire and he’s been burned. I stumble back, a gasp escaping my lips as the loss of his touch hits me like a physical blow. I feel cold and empty.

Matias watches me, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, without a word, he yanks me back down the corridor toward the cell, shoves me inside, and leaves me standing there, shaken and breathless.

I’m left with my two sleeping friends, my body thrumming with a mixture of fear and a yearning I don’t understand. He’s gone, and I should feel relieved and safe. But all I feel is a chilling emptiness.

4

MATIAS

My blood is pumping with excitement as I walk into the training room. Ileana has pulled Taren off training the girls, leaving Thiago and me in charge. Finally, I can focus all my attention on breaking Kali.

Thiago falls into step beside me, his expression neutral. “Ileana said Taren is off the girls for now,” I say, unable to keep the glee from my voice.

“I heard,” Thiago replies, his tone even. “But that doesn’t mean we get to fuck them.”

I halt in my tracks, rounding on my brother. “What do you mean?” I demand.

Thiago holds my gaze, unwavering. “Ileana made it clear. No more fucking the girls, even with Taren gone.”

I clench my fists, fury coursing through me. “That’s bullshit!” I snarl. “I need to break my rabbit. I need to claim her!”

“Matias.” Thiago’s voice is low, warning. “Don’t be a fool. No one defies Ileana. We train them, but no more.”

I glare at him, chest heaving. He’s right, and I hate it. I was so close to having her; now Ileana has stopped me.

With a growl, I turn and stalk toward the cell, Thiago trailing behind me. My mind races, trying to figure out how I can still get to Kali and how I can still make her submit to me. I won’t be denied what I want.

As I enter the cell, I spot Kali huddled in the corner, her large chocolate eyes fixed on me. A slow smile spreads across my face. Even if I can’t fuck her, I can still break her. I’ll find a way to make her mine, one way or another.

I approach her, relishing the fear that flickers across her delicate features. “Hello, rabbit,” I murmur, savoring the shiver that runs through her. “Time for your training.”

She’s so fragile, so tempting. I drink in the sight of her trembling, reveling in the power I hold over her.

Slowly, I trail my fingertips along her arm, savoring how she shudders. Her skin is so soft and warm, and I can’t wait to explore every inch of her. I want to uncover all her secrets and break down her defenses until she’s begging for my mercy.

I pace away from her, my boots echoing against the cold, concrete floor. Kali watches me warily, her eyes wide and alert.

I drag her to the center of the room and force her to her knees. Thiago stands nearby, his expression impassive. I can tell he’s not pleased about Ileana’s new restrictions either.

I circle Kali and the two other girls like a predator, studying her every move. She keeps her gaze lowered, trembling slightly. Good. She knows her place.

The training begins with a monotonous routine of exercises and commands. Kali obeys, her movements precise and efficient. But she’s not close to breaking.

Frustration builds within me. This is supposed to be about making her submit to my every whim. But the order and structure of the training dampens the thrill. Where is the fear, the desperation? Where is the rabbit I so desperately want to hunt?

I step forward and grip Kali’s chin, forcing her to look at me. “You’re not even trying, are you?” I snarl. “Where’s the fire I saw in you before?”

She stares back at me, her gaze defiant.“Fuck you,” she mutters.

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