episode 5

The air was thick with tension, the storm outside mirroring the chaos within me. He stood in front of me, his dark eyes never leaving mine, his expression unreadable.

“Why do you keep running from me?” he asked, his voice low, almost dangerous.

I swallowed hard. “Because you… you scare me.”

His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes—only darkness, only possession. “And yet, here you are. Always coming back.”

I shivered as he took a step closer, his body barely an inch from mine. The cold radiating off him was in stark contrast to the fire burning inside me.

“I don’t belong to you,” I whispered, trying to convince myself more than him.

His eyes darkened, and in a blink, I was pinned against the wall, his hands gripping my wrists above my head. His six-pack abs pressed against me, his breath cool against my lips.

“Say it again,” he dared, his voice nothing but a growl.

I gasped, my pulse racing. “I don’t—”

His lips crashed against mine, stealing the words, stealing my breath. The kiss was rough, desperate, consuming. I struggled for a moment, but my body betrayed me, melting into his embrace.

When he pulled away, his fingers traced down my jaw. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his grip possessive yet gentle. “And no matter how much you fight it, you’ll always come back to me.”

I hated how much I wanted to believe him.

the storm raged outside, lightning flashing through the window, illuminating his sharp features. His grip on my waist was firm, his presence overwhelming. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think—only feel.

"You can't keep doing this," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His dark eyes bore into mine, filled with something dangerous, something all-consuming. "Doing what, my queen?" His voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it—a warning.

"Controlling me… making me feel this way," I admitted, my breath hitching as his fingers brushed over my exposed collarbone.

His smirk deepened. "You think I control your feelings? No, love. You crave me just as much as I crave you."

I shook my head, but the way my body responded to his touch betrayed me. His fingers trailed lower, grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Let me go," I tried again, but it was weak, barely audible.

His lips brushed against my ear. "Say it like you mean it, and I will."

I couldn't.

Instead, I found myself leaning into him, my body giving in to the heat between us. His chest rumbled with satisfaction. "That's what I thought."

In an instant, I was in his arms, pressed against his cold, hard body. His lips ghosted over mine, teasing, taunting. "You're mine, and no one else will ever have you."

A shiver ran through me—not from fear, but from the undeniable truth in his words.

The storm outside mirrored the chaos inside me. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, their shadows dancing across the walls as if they, too, were entranced by the dark pull between us. His towering frame loomed over me, his cold fingers tracing the outline of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice dripping with possession. “Is it fear, or is it something else?”

I refused to answer, my breathing ragged as I met his piercing gaze. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was something dangerous behind it—something hungry.

“You can’t deny it anymore,” he whispered, his lips barely an inch from mine. “You want this. You want me.”

I bit my lip, but the betrayal was already evident in my eyes. He chuckled darkly, his grip tightening as he pushed me against the cold brick wall. His tattoos flexed with every movement, his six-pack abs pressing against my body, hard and unyielding.

“You’ve been playing with fire, my queen,” he growled, his breath ghosting over my lips. “And now, you’re about to get burned.”

I gasped as he suddenly lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His hands roamed my body with a desperate hunger, as if he’d been holding back for too long.

“You should’ve run when you had the chance,” he murmured against my neck, his voice husky, possessive.

I swallowed hard. “And if I don’t want to run?”

His eyes darkened, and in a blink, he carried me to the bed, his grip possessive, firm—unchallenged.

The air between us was thick, suffocating. His fingers traced my exposed skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You’re mine,” he growled, pressing his lips against my neck, sucking, biting—marking me as his.

I arched beneath him, my breath hitching as his tongue soothed the spot he’d just bitten. My fingers tangled in his long, dark hair, pulling him closer, needing more. His lip piercing was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat building between us.

“I’ve waited too long,” he admitted, his voice strained, rough with desire. His hands roamed lower, gripping my thighs as he pinned me beneath him.

His lips trailed down my body, slow and torturous, claiming every inch. The cold of his touch sent shivers through me, but the warmth of his mouth ignited something primal.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, his voice edged with dominance.

I gasped as his grip tightened. “I’m yours,” I whispered, and it wasn’t a lie.

His smirk returned, but this time, it was laced with satisfaction, with victory. He captured my lips in a deep, desperate kiss, his tongue claiming every part of me, leaving me breathless.

His movements were both rough and careful, possessive yet worshipping. Every touch, every whisper, every bite was a silent promise—one that said he would never let me go.

As the night stretched on, I realized something terrifying.

I didn’t want him to.

The End.

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