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“You can’t be anonymous forever, can you?”

“I can be whatever the fuck I want,claimed one,” he growls. “Did you just touch my body without asking permission?”

I swallow hard. Tyrant puts me back on my feet. Towering over me, looking down with his mask on. To my surprise he reaches up and peels the mask back, up to the top of his head, then off. He holds it in his left hand.

I gasp at the sight of his face. He’s chiseled from stone. His eyes are a rich, dark-brown color but I swear I can see some green specks in there. His eyes are sexy, sure, but they are scary as fuck too. There is not a hint of remorse in his eyes. Everything he has said is true. I can tell just by looking into his eyes.

“Answer me,Sera.”

My blood runs cold, except for the sudden rush between my legs.

“I wanted to make sure it was you,” I say. “Your nipple…”

“Right,” he says. “Well, I better make sure I’m talking to the right Serafina, correct?”

“What?”

“Lift your shirt and sports bra,claimed one. So I can feel your nipple.”

I gasp. He’s not joking. Not even remotely joking. His eyes are cold, evil, and he’s…

“That’s a fucking order,” he says. “I’m yourace. Do I need to bend you over and smack your ass until you’re ready to listen?”

“I… that’s not… there’s…”

I’m losing words. Yet I feel like I’m gaining some kind of insight here. A normally quiet voice in my head starts to echo.

He wants you, Sera. He wants to touch you. He wants your body. You have the power and control. You get to choose consent. That’s your power.

It makes sense. Oh, it really makes sense.

This alpha wants me. I turn away from him and take a step. Yes, there’s a part of me that wants to break out into a run and get away from Tyrant. But there’s another part that wants him—

A hand grabs my hair and pulls me back. I let out a scream. Tyrant’s other hand goes around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze. He’s just… there.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going,claimed one? I gave you an order.”

He did give me an order. And now his left hand is pulling my hair while his right hand touches my throat. I’m afraid if I get any more turned on, I’ll have a wet spot on my running pants.

I can stomp on his foot, right? I can and fight and hit him in the balls and give myself a head start, right?

“Last warning,” Tyrant growls. “Do not fuck with me, Serafina. I will find the darkest punishments for you. You are now mine. Face that fucking fact. Come to terms with it. You have nobody but me. You are nothing without me. I can kill you right now and nobody would give a fuck.” He chuckles. “And you’re worried about one little nipple?”

My hips shake. I feel like I’m standing in frigid air. But there’s a heater between my legs.

Tyrant is a total fucking asshole. And yet I…

I swallow hard.

And I start to lift my shirt for him.

Chapter Eleven

TYRANT

Maybe it’sfun to play with the new arrival like this. I could order her onto her knees again. Order her to place her hands on the ground. I could drop down to one knee like I’m about to propose to her, only I’ll be proposing my cock into her tight cunt.

But this… this isfun.

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