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The night stretches on,endless and suffocating. I lie awake in the dimly lit cabin, listening to his breathing. Colton’s earlier words echo in my mind, a relentless torrent of possession and obsession.
“I’ve waited so long for you.”
His voice is a constant presence, a dark whisper that slithers through my thoughts, leaving a trail of doubt and confusion in its wake. I toss and turn, my body still humming withthe aftershocks of our intense fucking, the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin like a scar.
“And now you’re all mine.”
I should feel disgusted by the way I surrendered to his twisted desires. But the truth is, a part of me craves it. A part of me yearns for the darkness, for the intensity that burns between us.
It terrifies me, this pull towards the darkness.
I close my eyes, trying to shut out the world, to find some peace. But the memories come flooding back, unbidden and unrelenting.
The way his hands roamed my body, claiming every inch of me as his own.
The heat of his breath against my skin, setting me ablaze with desire.
The primal hunger in his eyes that both thrilled and terrified me.
I shudder, my body betraying me as another wave of heat washes over me. I can’t deny the pull, the twisted attraction that binds me to Colton like a chain. It’s like a sickness, a fever that consumes me from the inside out, burning away everything I thought I knew about myself.
This wasn’t meant to happen.
Then fear grips me, its fingers wrapping around my heart and squeezing until I can barely breathe.
Colton is different from anyone I’ve ever met. He’s a force of nature, a tornado that threatens to sweep me away.
I curl into a ball, my arms wrapped around my knees as I try to hold myself together. I can feel myself slipping, losing my grip on reality as Colton’s darkness seeps into the cracks, consuming me from the inside out. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, a silent admission of my weakness, my vulnerability.
But I won’t give in. Not until I do what I came here to do.
The following morning,I blink my eyes open, my mind still hazy from the emotional night before.
Colton lies beside me, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep, his features relaxed and almost peaceful.
For a moment, I allow myself to study him, to take in the sharp angles of his face, the curve of his lips, the long lashes that flutter against his cheeks. In this state, he looks almost innocent, a far cry from the dark creature that haunts my waking hours.
I slip away, my movements slow and deliberate, careful not to wake him. As I make my way through the cabin, my mind is already whirring, formulating a plan, a way to regain control of the situation.
Colton thinks he owns me, that he’s broken me down and made me perfect for his twisted fantasy. But he’s wrong. He doesn’t know the depths of my resolve, the strength of my determination.
I won’t be his pet, his possession,oh no. I need to shift the power dynamic, to take back control before it’s too late. If I continue to resist Colton head-on, I’ll only fuel his obsession, his need to dominate and possess me. No, I need a different approach, one that will lull him into a false sense of security, make him believe that he’s won.
I have no choice. I can’t let Colton break me, can’t let him consume me until there’s nothing left but a hollow shell. I have a mission, a purpose that transcends his desires.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to see it through.
Footsteps echo behind me, and I turn to see Colton entering the kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep. My heart skips a beat like the horny bitch she is, but then I clear my throat. “Morning.”
He pauses when he sees me, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Good morning, beautiful,” he purrs, his voice like velvet against my skin. “Sleep well?”
I force a smile, pushing down the flicker of unease. “Like a baby,” I lie, turning back to the window.
Colton moves closer, his body radiating heat and intensity. I can feel his eyes on me, drinking in every curve, every movement. It’s a physical caress, one that sets my nerves on edge even as a part of me craves his attention. “You seem different this morning,” he murmurs, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “More...relaxed.”
“Well, you did save me yesterday,” I respond, my voice soft, almost coy. “I’m grateful.”
His eyes darken, a flicker of desire igniting within their depths. He takes a step closer, his free hand snaking around my waist and pulling me against him.
