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My jaw dropped. “Where did you get my key?”
He pushed the door open and looked down at me, smirking like the devil himself. “I made copies.”
“You made copies of my key?” The violation was so complete, so arrogant, it stole the breath from my lungs.
He laughed. Short. Harsh.
Then shoved me inside.
The door slammed behind us. Before I could whirl around and scream, he grabbed me, spun me, and crushed his mouth to mine.
It wasn’t a kiss.
It was punishment.
All pointy, sharp teeth and possession. Hard and bruising. I fought for a second, pushing against his chest—but my body betrayed me. A hot wave of desire swept through me, melting my rage into something shameful and needy.
He pulled back just enough, forehead resting on mine, his breath hot against my lips.
“Stop being mad at me, Maya,” he growled. “I know what’ll make you act right.”
Chapter twenty seven- Maya
“What are you trying to do to me, Ra?”
Her voice was a broken whisper—a fragile thing caught between a laugh, a moan and a plea. It trembled at the edges.
I had the sheets in my fists, muscles in my arms locked up like I was holding back the ocean.
She was shaking beneath me, her thighs quivering from overstimulation, from the sheer force of my atonement.
She looked like a miracle mid-collapse. Lips bruised and parted, breath slipping out in short bursts like she was being chased by something in the dark.
A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her collarbone.
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
This was my penance.
If she had to ask, it meant I’d been saying sorry with my hands and not my mouth. Both were needed.
"I'm squaring the debt," I growled, my voice a low, gravelly thing against the shell of her ear. "Every sound you make, every time you fall apart for me—that’s me paying what I owe. This is my apology… this is me worshipping you."
Her breath hitched, thighs trembling around me as I ground deeper into the spot that made her eyes roll. I felt her tighten—that telltale flutter that said she was close again.
“Fuck, Maya,” I groaned, voice thick with reverence and regret. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
I kissed her shoulder slowly, then dragged my mouth along her jaw, feeling her skin heat beneath my lips.
My hips rolled deeper—deep enough to make her jolt, a sharp, startled cry ripping from her throat. She tried to close her legs, a weak attempt to twist away, but I locked my hands on her hips, firm and unyielding, and pulled her back down the bed, keeping her impaled. She was so wet, my dick slid against that perfect, devastating spot that unraveled her completely. She whimpered—a sound of pure, agonized pleasure, like she despised me for knowing her body better than she did.
“Raziel—”
“I know, mia cara,” I whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth, then dragging my lips down the column of her throat, tasting salt and her. “I know you’re tired. I know you’re sore. But I need this. You need this. I need you to feel how much you belong to me.”
She shook her head, eyes fluttering shut.
