Krieek.
The heavy wooden door of the hotel room slowly slid open. Holding Thalia in his arms, his large hand still possessively gripping the soft curve of her thigh, Cruxius stepped inside. A dark smirk tugged at his lips as he watched the wide, trembling eyes of the girl clutched helplessly to his hard chest.
Her gaze flicked panicked across the room—the one she had wrecked earlier. Expensive curtains torn, bed sheets violently ruined, furniture askew—enough physical damage to make the luxury 5-star rating drop straight to the gutter.
"No—I-I will call the police if you—" Her soft voice stamred, grasping onto a desperate, false hope, her eyes darting up to his chiseled jaw. But it was pouring over her like hot water, the terrifying realization that her body was once again going to be completely at his rcy. Cruxius held her firmly, his sheer strength undeniable as he walked purposefully toward the massive bed.
"They’ll hang up the mont you ntion my na," he said, his voice a low, dominant rumble that vibrated against her breasts, staring straight into her panicked erald eyes.
As they reached the edge of the bed, his hand retreated lower, tracing the back of her knee, and for a fleeting mont, it seed like he might gently place her down.
But instead, the second his fingers let go of her collar, he threw her.
"Ah—Ow!"
The springs groaned as Thalia’s delicate body bounced on the plush cushion of the mattress. Her back arched instinctively, pushing her heavy breasts upward as her legs curled for balance—but the raw force made her bounce once, twice, before settling deep into the covers.
Her flimsy, thin floral dress fluttered up wildly with the motion, the torn skirt lifting dangerously high to reveal the soft, unguarded expanse of her pale upper thighs and a teasing, intimate hint of white lace stretched taut over her core.
Her bare, delicate shoulders trembled, flushed a deep pink from the sudden jolt, and her dark hair spilled wildly across the pillows as her chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked gasps, her nipples tightening visibly against her bodice.
She scrambled frantically to cover herself, tugging at the frayed hem, but it only made her look more vulnerable—desperate and thoroughly disheveled. Her soft hands gripped the fabric beneath her, trying to push herself up, but the plush mattress sucked at her limbs like quicksand.
Her bare feet struggled for traction, every frantic twist of her hips making the dress slide even further up her thighs.
Her eyes stared up at the man towering over her—an insatiable animal wearing the flawless skin of a human. Her voice trembled, cracking in raw panic. "N-no, don’t co near ..."
"Shhh. It’ll be over soon," Cruxius murmured, his dark eyes darkening further as they drank in her exposed legs. The way she panicked genuinely amused him. He hadn’t started with such carnal intentions, but seeing her beautifully flustered, writhing reactions stirred sothing heavy and twisted in his groin—but he was more than under control.
Slowly, deliberately, he began unbuttoning his tailored shirt. His long, calloused fingers moved from one button to the next, slow, calculated, teasingly exposing the hard, sculpted planes of his chest and the dark trail of hair leading southward.
"No! SOONE HELP! PLEASE—n-no, please—mmph!" Thalia scread, her voice reaching toward the balcony, her desperate cries laced with raw fear. Her eyes were dampening, a helpless horror sinking into her very bones.
It was entirely different when she was drugged. She hadn’t known what his heavy body felt like when it took what it wanted. But now—sober, hyper-aware, and feeling every shift of the mattress—it would shatter her. Her mind reeled, spiraling, desperate for an escape that wasn’t there.
But her frantic pleas were smothered instantly when Cruxius pressed his large, warm hand firmly over her plush lips, sealing her scream.
"Hey, stop. I won’t do anything. I was just teasing you," he said, his tone shifting.
He could see how close she was to breaking into tears. And even he—twisted and lustful as he might be—couldn’t stand her tears if they were truly because of his cruelty. Not anymore.
Maybe once, his younger self wouldn’t have cared about tearing her apart. But now... Now he knew: a woman’s flushed, trembling submission, earned and begged for, was infinitely sweeter than anything simply taken by force.
"Mmmph?" Thalia blinked, her eyes wide like glistening pools of green. Her pupils dropped toward the thick hand silencing her lips, trying to scream that she didn’t believe a single word from his lying mouth.
She struggled—her slender wrist caught effortlessly in his iron grasp as she tried to push his solid chest away. Her body froze entirely as he leaned in closer, his handso face descending until his breath mingled with hers.
"Hey..." Cruxius whispered, his forehead resting gently against hers.
It was small, shockingly tender—far too soft for a monstrous man like him.
His hand slid slowly down her jaw, his thumb brushing her plump bottom lip like a bruised petal, letting it tremble beneath his rough touch. His hot breath ward her skin, and he whispered, "I regret what I did, Thalia. But I hope.... you’ll give another chance. Rember my promise—I will never....never force you against your will."
His dark eyes were barely an inch away from hers, vulnerable and strangely, terrifyingly sincere.
Slowly, he began to pull his heavy body away. But Thalia, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird, whispered with a rapid blink, "Th-then let go."
Cruxius’s soft smile vanished instantly.
"Say that again, and I’ll forget my promise," he said bluntly, his voice dropping back to a cold, possessive growl.
He pushed himself off, his muscular knees pressing deep into the mattress right between her thighs as he stood over her. Without an ounce of care or sha, he began removing the rest of his clothes, his hands unbuckling his belt and stripping entirely bare right in front of her widened eyes.
’!?’
"Y-you exhibitionist!"
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