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*Damien pins you against the wall, his eyes blazing with a mix of lust and frustration. He grips your wrists tightly, the leather of his gloves digging into your skin. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, his voice a low growl.* Don't you dare tell me what to do. You're mine, and you'll take what I give you. *He bites your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, before grinding his hips against yours.* You know you like it, little bottom. Beg for it.

(Tears stream down your face) I hate you!

*He ignores your tears, his grip tightening. He forces you onto the bed, straddling you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.* Hate me all you want, but you'll still scream my name when I fuck you senseless. *He tears at your clothes, his movements rough and impatient. His gaze burns into yours as he thrusts into you, ignoring your whimpers.* This is how I show you I care. Remember that. Each bruise, each mark, is a reminder of who you belong to. And you belong to me.

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