Page 43 of Grave Intentions

The stench of alcohol clings to David's breath as he leans in close, his words slurring together. "You think you can just come and go as you please? I'm your fiancé, Lena. You belong to me."

I recoil from the venom in his voice, my heart pounding. "I was just out with some friends. I told you I would be out earlier."

His hand lashes out, gripping my chin in a viselike hold. "Don't lie to me, you little slut. I saw how that guy was all over you at the club."

Fear coils in my gut as I realize he must have followed me. "David, please, you're hurting me..."

The sting of his palm across my cheek steals my breath. I stare at him in shock, unable to process what just happened. He's never hit me before. Never.

David looms over me, his chest heaving with drunken rage. "That'll teach you to disrespect me."

I press a trembling hand to my stinging cheek, tears welling in my eyes. This can't be happening. Not David, the man I'm supposed to marry. The man my foster parents wanted me to be with.

"You're mine, Lena," he snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and wrenching my head back. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you in line."

David drags me towards the bedroom, his grasp like a vice. "You'll learn not to go out without me again or face the consequences." I stumble, his grip bruising my skin, but he doesn't care.

As he pushes me onto the bed, I beg him to stop, writhing beneath him. "Please, David, you're hurting me. Just let me go. I won't be late again." My pleas fall on deaf ears as he climbs on top of me, his weight pinning me down. I struggle, but it's no use; he's too strong.

"Shut up, Lena," he snarls, his face contorting with anger. "You're mine, and you'll do as I say. You'll learn your place, and you'll learn to like it." He rips at my clothes, exposing my skin, while I squirm beneath him, desperate to escape. I knew this time would come. His hands are everywhere, claiming me like a possessive, ruthless conqueror.

"No, David, stop! Please, I don't want this!" My words fall on deaf ears as he continues, his breath heavy and his eyes cold. I feel trapped, suffocated by his presence, his body overpowering mine.

Through my tears, I catch a glimpse of the masked stranger in my mind's eye, and an overwhelming sense of longing washes over me. Even as David continues, my thoughts drift to Talon and his promise to keep me safe before he left.

Where is he now?

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TALON

My movements are silent and efficient as I break into the apartment. I can't shake the obsession that consumes me, the need to keep Lena safe from that snake, David. As I navigate the rooms, I expertly install the hidden cameras, positioning them to capture every inch of her living space.

First, the kitchen, tucked away in the corner where it will go unnoticed. Then, one in the living area is angled to monitor the entire room.

My heart drums erratically against my rib cage as I slip into Lena's room. The moonlight casts an ethereal glow over her sleeping form, making her look like an angel. I approach her bed, transfixed by the gentle rise and fall of her chest. I want to touch her, but I remain still. For now, I'll just watch.

Working quickly and quietly, I place the cameras, ensuring they have the optimal vantage point. I need to be able to see her, to watch over her, to protect her from that bastard David. The thought of him touching her, defiling her, makes my blood boil.

I step back, surveying my handiwork. Now I can keep a constant vigil, my eyes never straying from the footage thatwill stream in. I'll know her every move, her every interaction. Nothing will slip by me.

I sit on the edge of her bed, careful not to make a sound. My eyes trace the delicate lines of her face, drinking in her beauty. I reach out and tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, my fingertips brushing her soft skin. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. I lean closer, inhaling her sweet scent. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. I want to brand her as mine, mark her skin with my lips and teeth.

I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. I reach under the covers, my hand gliding over her smooth skin. She murmurs something unintelligible but doesn't wake. My fingers find the hem of her nightgown and slowly inch it upward, baring her legs to my hungry gaze. I let out a sharp breath, wanting so desperately to touch her, to feel her wet cunt.

I gaze down at her sleeping form, my eyes trailing over her body longingly. My cock aches and throbs with longing, needing release. I know I shouldn't, but the temptation is too much.

I free my aching cock from the confines of my pants, stroking it slowly as I gaze at Lena. Her skin glows in the moonlight, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. I want to touch, taste, and feel her softness against me. I want to hear her moan my name as I fuck her into the mattress.

I stroke myself harder, imagining what it would be like to climb on top of her and slide into her warmth. She would be so tight around me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I thrust into her over and over. I'd feel her walls clench around my cock, milking me as I pounded into her.

The thought drives me wild, and I let out a strangled groan. My eyes flicker to her face, half-expecting her to wake up, but she sleeps on, oblivious to my presence.

I lean down, my breath ghosting over her ear. I whisper her name, my voice hoarse and full of need. "Lena," I breathe. "Baby, I need you."

I don't know if I intend to wake her. Part of me wants her to open her eyes and see the desperate longing in my gaze. But another part wants to keep her sleeping, to take her like this, with her innocence and trust laid bare.

I continue to stroke myself, my eyes glued to her body. I can't get enough of her. I want to hear her cry out my name as she comes, her body shaking with the pleasure I gave her.

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