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Markus

Her question surprises me and irritates me because the last thing I need her to think is that she has some kind of hold on me. I’m not ready to admit my feelings to myself, let alone tell her about them. I don’t even know if what I’m feeling is real.

“Never. It’s just sex. Nothing more. Your cunt is tight, and the fact you’re attractive helps matters, but that’s where it starts and ends.”

“See, this is exactly why I can’t trust you.” She shoves out of the chair and turns to face me. “You say you never lie to me, but you do. You just did. Can you not admit the truth to me, or to yourself?”

The sides of my mouth tip up in an evil smirk. “Maybe it’s you that’s developing feelings? Is my cock that satisfying? Or are you afraid to admit that you’re falling for a man that’s on the wrong side of the law? Are you self-conscious? Worried what Mom and Dad will think when this all ends? I bet they’ll love to hear how hard you came on my-”

My words are cut off, and before I can even grasp what is occurring, her hand is flying and landing with a sear against my cheek. The force of her slap sends my head to the side. Nostrils flaring, I suck air into my lungs. I try and calm myself, but I can’t. I’m ready to implode. Fists clenched and chest heaving, I turn my head slowly back toward her.

As if she realizes what she’s done, her blue eyes grow wide, horror and fear overtaking her features as she takes a step back.

I barely manage to keep my voice even as I speak. “I’ve saved your ass, protected you. Fed you and offered to fucking help you save your sister, and you repay me with violence.” I shove off the couch, anger vibrating through me.

Instinct kicks in, and she takes another step back, and then another. Her lips tremble, and she opens her mouth to speak, but I shake my head. I’m not sure what I would do if she spoke right now. I’m pissed, burning with rage.

“Mmm-Markus. I’m sorry. I didn’t-” I’m on her in a flash.

Everything moves at a rapid pace from that moment forward. Like a fucking beast, I strip her out of her clothes, ripping them clean from her body.

She lets out a soft cry that barely registers in my mind.

My actions are careless, and my heart is completely disconnected from my body. In this instant, I’m relying on my most basic instincts, and those tell me to subdue her, to show her who the fucking alpha is. I’ll deal with the consequences later, but right now, I need to put her in her place. The place she should’ve been in all along.

“You want me to show you what you mean to me? Want me to prove to you how good you had it?” I grit through my teeth.

“Markus… don’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” I shove her into the couch face first, not wanting to listen to her excuses, and grab each arm, twisting them around, so I can hold both wrists in my grasp.

With little effort, I shove my pants down my muscular thighs. My cock springs free, the organ as hard as a diamond. I look down at Fallon’s slender body, the slope of her back, the goosebumps that pebble her flesh, the way she trembles, waiting for the worst to come.

I almost break down then but force myself to push forward. My cock slips between her ass cheeks and Fallon lets out a ragged sob.

“Is this what you want? For me to fuck you like a whore?” I growl and guide my cock down to her pussy.

Normally, she would be wet for me by now, but looking at her folds, I can tell she is dry. The fear outweighs the pleasure in this instance. It shouldn’t matter to me. That’s how I’ve treated all the others. I’ve fucked them regardless of foreplay, and yet try as I fucking may, I look down at Fallon, at her trembling body, at her dry cunt, and my cock deflates.

To fuck her now, like this, would destroy everything. It would break her, hurt her beyond repair, and she would surely hate me.

I can’t fucking do it.

I can’t hurt her, can’t treat her like the others because she isn’t like them. She’s more, so much more, and that infuriates me. Rage bubbles up inside me, and I want to punch myself, make myself bleed for ever thinking I could go through with this. She’s already bruised and experienced trauma, and here I am about to hurt her all over again.

Angry with myself and the situation, I pull away. I release her wrists and tuck my cock back into my jeans.

“Get up!” I order harshly.

Fallon slowly rises off the couch, tears cling to her blonde lashes, and her lips tremble. She’s looking at me like I’m a monster, and I suppose that’s what I am. What I’ll always be. She isn’t moving fast enough for my impatient ass, so I grab her by the wrist and tug her to her feet. She’s unsteady on her legs, but I don’t give her time to balance herself. Dragging her into the bedroom, I shove her toward the mattress and head toward the closet.

“I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry…” she pleads, and her soft, sad voice unravels me. Thankfully, I find the handcuffs I was looking for and reenter the bedroom to find her sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Move your ass up by the headboard.” She scurries back, and the fear in her eyes is astounding. I keep fucking up, keep hurting her, keep pushing her away, but it’s not like she’s making it easy. She doesn’t give me the information I need. She doesn’t want my help finding her sister. She expects me to let her go when I can never do such a thing.

“Markus,” she pleads, and I snap.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear you talk.”

Grabbing the handcuffs, I secure it around her wrist and bring the other part to the iron rod headboard, cuffing her to it. Shivers rack her body, and I pull back the comforter on the bed and pull it up and over her. She tugs against the cuffs and turns her face to me with pleading eyes.

“Please, don’t leave me here.”

I shouldn’t touch her, not after what I almost did, but I can’t help myself. Ever so gently, I cup her bruised cheek and turn her face up toward mine, so I can peer into her eyes. All it takes is one single look to tell she’s confused.

“This room is the only safe place in the house. Until we leave, you will have to remain here. I’ll get you some clothes in a little bit. You need to go to sleep.” I pull away, and she shakes her head.

“No! I have to save my sister,” she cries and thrashes against the mattress.

I start toward the door. “I know.”

“Then why tie me to the bed?”

“I have to. I’m never letting you go, Fallon. Never. Not even after we find your sister.” Her face falls completely, and I know she had hoped for a better outcome.

Maybe she thought I would grow tired of her? That I couldn’t possibly want her, but the truth is that’s exactly what’s happening. I’m lying to both of us because the truth is, I’m falling for her even while knowing I’m incapable of love.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The only thing I can do is hope that by the end of this, her fate doesn’t end similarly to Victoria’s.