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I take a step back, my mind racing with the implications of Remy’s words. I can’t let him see my fear. Straightening my shoulders, I meet his gaze with renewed determination.

“You think you can control me with threats? You don’t know me as well as you think.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. “Oh, I know you better than anyone. I know what makes you tick, what keeps you up at night. And I know how to break you.”

Anger surges from my chest. “You won’t win. I won’t let you.”

Remy steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. “This isn’t a game, Fallon. This is your life. And the sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for you.”

I clench my jaw, refusing to back down. “I’d rather fight you every step of the way than ever submit to you,” I seethe.

His expression hardens, his patience wearing thin. “You’re making a mistake. But if it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight you’ll get.”

He reaches out, grabbing my wrist with a grip that’s firm and almost painful. I try to pull away, but Remy holds me in place, his eyes boring into mine.

“Remember this moment, little fox. Remember that you chose this path. Because when you’re broken and begging for mercy, you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

I can only glare at him as my heart pounds. “I’ll never beg. Not for you, not for anyone.”

A cold smile plays on his lips. “We’ll see about that.”

The air between us crackles with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. For a moment, we stand, the silence between us filled with the sounds of our breathing. Then, in a sudden, impulsive move, Remy presses his lips to mine. A gasp escapes my lips as my hands instinctively come up to push him away, but he holds me firmly. A sinister smile crosses his lips as he grabs me by the throat. Fear claws at my stomach, telling me to run, but it’s too late. He’s caught me in his trap.

Remy stares down at me as he grinds his hips into me, forcing me to feel his hardened cock rub against my belly. He’sfucking huge everywhere. Imposing and all-consuming in the most addictive but disturbing ways. His eyes turn a shade of blue I’ve never seen. They’re stormy and dangerous, and I can see his final string of restraint snap. Before I know what’s happening, he has me up in the air, then presses me into the sandy dune, catching me off guard. The shock has me gasping, allowing his tongue passage into my mouth.

The cool sand sends chills across my fevered skin.

The kiss is fierce and demanding, a battle of wills as much as a meeting of lips. He’s staking his claim in the most primal and seductive ways. I struggle for a moment, my mind screaming to pull away, but then something shifts. The intensity of the kiss, the raw emotion behind it, breaks through my defenses.

The fight in me disappears and my resolve weakens. My hands move to grip his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss deepens, becoming less about dominance and more about the undeniable connection between us. It’s filled with anger, passion and the desperate need we have for each other.

His hand moves from my waist to my face. The one on my throat slides back into my hair, pulling it tightly to open myself up further to his assault. The pain sends electric waves through my body, and I find myself needing to feel his bare skin pressed against mine.

Remy devours me like I’m his last meal. His mouth moves along my jaw and down the side of my neck. My hands thread through his thick hair as he blows cool air behind my ear. Goosebumps erupt over my exposed skin and a knowing chuckle leaves his lips.

“How wet are you for me?” His voice is low as he nibbles on my ear, eliciting a small moan from me.

“Tell me, Fallon. If I touch you, will you be soaked?” Heat flames my cheeks as I try to look away from his smolderinggaze, but his grip on my hair tightens. I’m stuck staring into his intoxicating eyes.

I open my mouth, but no words come. I’m too heady with his signature blend of possession and dominance. All I can do is nod. A boyish grin paints his salacious mouth.

“That’s my good girl. Now tell me what you want,” he demands. The answer is on the tip of my tongue but for once, I’m too afraid to admit it.

“I’ll tell you what I want then.” He leans over, so his mouth is hovering over my ear before he continues. “I want to tear you apart. I want everyone to hear you scream my name as I fuck this tight pussy until you can’t walk for days.” Remy licks the shell of my ear and my body begins to tremble beneath him.

“Don’t even try to deny it. I know you want my fat cock slammed inside of you over and over, until you’re crying from too much pleasure.”

As he pulls back, I see the dark lust in his eyes. His warm breath lingers above me as his thumb sweeps across my swollen lips.

“I love seeing your tears streaming down this gorgeous face. I want to always be the cause of them.Only me.“ I scoff, and turn my head. He’s powerful, dominant, forbidden, but oh so addicting.I know it’s wrong, but after the day we’ve had, what’s the harm in one more time?He infuriates my mind but ignites my body, resulting in bad decisions that I know will leave me burned in the end.

Remy said this wasn’t a game, but isn’t it though?

Won’t I be the one that loses?

Once he’s gotten his victory, I’ll be cast aside just like the rest.

Can I handle that?

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