Page 10 of Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

Her words hangin the air, a bold declaration that stirs something primal within me. I scoff, the sound echoing off the cave walls. "I have no interest in a female so small and scrawny. I take my pleasure with those who can match my strength, who can withstand the fierce hunger of a minotaur."

A spark of defiance flares in her eyes, igniting a challenge that I hadn't expected. "Then why not test me? You might find that I'm stronger than I appear."

My body moves of its own accord, driven by the alpha within me that refuses to back down from a challenge. I step closer, so close that I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. Our eyes lock, the air charged with the electric energy of our standoff.

"You think you can handle me?" I growl, my voice a low rumble. "You're not built for the kind of rutting I enjoy. You looklike you might shatter beneath me, and I have no desire to bed a female who might not survive the night."

Her breath hitches, her cheeks flushed with a mix of fear and excitement. "Then prove it," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. "Prove that I can't handle you, Lazir."

The scent of her—a blend of earthy fear and the sweet, heady aroma of arousal—fills my senses, clouding my judgment. The alpha in me roars to life, aching to claim her, to dominate and possess her completely. But I am not ruled by my baser instincts. I am controlled, measured, and I do not give in to such trivial provocations.

9

MARA

My heart thrums in my chest, a wild, frenetic rhythm that matches the flickering dance of the firelight. Lazir's gaze is a physical weight, pressing against me with an intensity that steals my breath. The air between us is charged with tension.

"Then prove it. Prove that I can't handle you, Lazir." I whisper, the words escaping my lips before I can second-guess them. His eyes, those amber pools of simmering heat, narrow slightly, and I see the muscle in his jaw twitch.

I'm playing a dangerous game, I know. But if there's even a sliver of a chance that this could bind him to me, make him an ally, I have to take it. The stakes are too high for me to falter now. I need them on my side, and if that means using my body as a bargaining chip, then so be it.

Lazir takes a step toward me, his movements deliberate and predatory. My breath catches in my throat, a heady mix of fear and a dark, untamed excitement coursing through my veins. He's an alpha male in every sense of the word, from the broad expanse of his muscular chest to the confident set of his shoulders.

He doesn't speak, and somehow, his silence is more intimidating than any words could be. His eyes roam over me, taking in the flush of my cheeks, the rise and fall of my chest with each rapid breath. I'm acutely aware of my state of undress, my shirt half-discarded to tend to my wounds.

"You really think you can handle me, human?" Lazir's voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is a low rumble that seems to resonate deep within my core.

I lift my chin defiantly, meeting his gaze with as much bravado as I can muster. "I don't just think it. I know it."

A ghost of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he takes another step closer. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, a stark contrast to the cool, damp air of the cave.

"You're playing with fire, Mara,"he warns, his voice a husky growl that sends shivers down my spine.

"Maybe I like the burn," I retort, my heart pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it.

He smirks and says in a low whisper, "We'll see about that."

My back hits the uneven stone of the cave wall as I stumble backwards. He looms over me, a dark silhouette against the glow of the fire. His grin is feral, exposing the predator lurking beneath his stoic facade.

"You're going to learn what it means to challenge a minotaur, Mara," he growls, his voice a low thrum that vibrates through my core. "I'm going to devour you, and you'll beg for more."

His words should terrify me, but instead, they stoke a fire deep within my belly. I'm playing with forces I barely understand. Yet, I can't deny the intoxicating allure of this dangerous game.

Lazir's hands grab and pin my wrists above my head, his grip unyielding. "I'll start with your little clit," he purrs, his breathhot against my ear. "I'll eat you with such fierceness, you'll forget your own name."

I squirm beneath him, my body betraying my shock at his crass words. His knee nudges my thighs apart, and I'm powerless to resist. The cool air of the cave kisses my exposed skin, and I'm acutely aware of the wetness already pooling between my legs.

"You'll fuck me hard?" I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper. "Bend me over and spread my legs until I scream?"

His laughter is a deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver through me. "Oh, I'll do more than that. I'll ravage you from head to toe, leaving no part of you untouched. I'll fuck you like crazy until you're hoarse from screaming my name."

As he speaks,his free hand roams over my body. His fingers skim the curve of my breast, and I arch into his touch, my nipples hardening to peaks. He chuckles at my response, the sound dark and seductive.

"Please," I beg, though I'm not sure what I'm asking for. More? Less? For him to stop this maddening dance of pleasure and pain?

In response, he pinches my nipple hard, the shock of pain lancing through me and mingling with the growing ache between my legs. I gasp, my back bowing off the wall as I struggle against his hold. But Lazir is relentless, his touch cruel and exquisite all at once.

"You'll take what I give you, human," he says, his voice a guttural growl. "And you'll love every second of it."

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