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IT HURTS... PLEASE F**K MEš„ŗ
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CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā I DON'T F**K GIRLS WHO AREN'T SUBMISSIVE
CHAPTER FORTY-ONEThe belt wraps around them. Once. Twice. He pulls it tight and hooks it somehow to the headboard.I'm trapped. Arms stretched above me. Unable to move them.Unable to touch myself anymore."Dante..."His hand moves to my neck. Trails down slowly. Over my collarbone. Down to my breasts.He grabs one. Squeezes. Hard enough to make me gasp.Then his fingers find my nipple through the lace and pinch."Ahh!" The sound that comes out of me is desperate. Needy.His hand moves to the clasp of my bra. Unhooks it with practiced ease.The fabric falls away.My breasts are exposed now. Nipples pink and hard and begging for attention.He stares at them for a long moment. Then his head dips down.His mouth closes over one nipple."Oh god..." I arch off the bed. Try to press closer to him.But he's already moving away.Standing up. Walking across the room to a leather armchair near the windows.He sits down. Leans back. Watches me with those gold eyes."Please," I whimper. "Please
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā IT HURTS... PLEASE F**K MEš„ŗ
CHAPTER FORTYThe SUV pulls up in front of a mansion.But it's different from the one before. Different from where his mother was.This one is darker. More modern. All glass and steel and sharp angles that cut against the night sky.The door opens and I try to step out on my own.My legs give out immediately.Dante catches me before I hit the ground. His arm wraps around my waist, supporting my weight.I lean against him heavily. My hands find his chest, seeking stability. Seeking something.His muscles are solid beneath my palms. I can feel his heart beating. Fast. Faster than it should be.He's not as unaffected as he pretends.In one smooth motion, he lifts me and throws me over his shoulder. Like a sack of grain. Preventing me from doing anything else.From touching him more. From making this harder than it already is."Call the doctor immediately," he snaps at the driver."Yes, boss." The man is already pulling out his phone as we walk away.Dante carries me toward the entrance.
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā I'M GOING TO MAKE HIM F**K MEš¦
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINEIām still sitting on Danteās lap. And everything is getting worse. So much worse I think Iām going to die from it.My skin is on fire. Not fake. Not pretty words. Real fire. The silk of my shirt feels like knives.My jeans are cutting into my thighs. Every breath hurts. Every second without touching him hurts worse. I need. Fuck, I need. I donāt even know what. I just need it now. The aphrodisiac is killing me. Itās in my blood. In my bones. It pulses through me and makes my vision blur.My heart is beating too fast. I can hear it in my ears. In my throat. In my fucking fingertips. My body moves on its own. It lunges for him. Because heās heat. Heās the only thing that might stop the burning. I slam my face into his neck. Inhale. He smells like cedar and smoke and something wild.Something that doesnāt belong in this car. Something that belongs in the dark with teeth. My wolf wakes up. I havenāt felt her in days. Not since he kidnapped me. S
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā DRUGGED
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT The door doesn't just open.It explodes.The heavy wood slams against the wall with such force that the doorknob punches straight through the plaster. Chunks of drywall rain down onto the floor.A man fills the doorway.Tall. Imposing. Radiating fury so intense the temperature in the room seems to drop ten degrees.Through my blurred, drug-addled vision, I can barely make out his features.But I know that silhouette.Know that presence.Know the way the air itself seems to bend around him.Dante.And for the first time since I met him, for the first time since he bought me in that warehouse, I don't want to unsee him.I want him here.Because right now, in this moment, with these men surrounding me and drugs coursing through my system, he's not my captor.He's my salvation.The only person who can save me.Dante steps into the room, and the change is immediate.Professor Harrison's hand drops from my waist. The other professors scramble backward, nearly tripping
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā A FACE I NEVER WANTED TO SEE IN MY LIFE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN He pours a glass. A full glass. All the way to the brim.And slides it across the table to me.I stare at it.I'm not a drinker. Never have been. The few times I've tried alcohol, I've gotten drunk embarrassingly fast.But I need this extension.I need my scholarship.I need my future.So I pick up the glass.And I gulp down the entire thing in one go.The whiskey burns going down. My eyes water. My throat feels like it's on fire.But I finish it.I set the empty glass down with shaking hands.One of the other professors laughs. "Oh my god! You must really like whiskey. How about we give you another one?""No, I..."But Professor Harrison is already pouring. Another full glass."I'm so sorry, professors," I say quickly, my words starting to slur slightly. "But I really want this extension, not this. I'm...I'm just here for the assignment."Professor Harrison leans forward. I notice him shifting his chair closer to mine."Baby girl," he says, and the pet name make
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā HAVE A DRINK WITH ME, ELENA
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXI stand in front of Ariel's tiny bathroom mirror for what feels like the hundredth time.Adjusting my hair. Smoothing down the borrowed blouse. Checking my reflection from different angles.I look... appropriate. Professional. Put together.Nothing like the terrified girl who showed up on Ariel's doorstep last night with bleeding feet and an expensive dress.Why am I so nervous?I know why.Because Professor Harrison didn't ask to meet me in his office. Didn't suggest we discuss the makeup assignment during his office hours like a normal professor would.He asked me to meet him at Elysium Club.A club. Not the school. Not anywhere professional.When I went to his office this morning, it was early, before classes, because he'd sent me an email telling me to come by, he'd barely let me explain before cutting me off."I don't take issues like this in school premises, Ms. Reeves," he'd said, leaning back in his chair with that thin smile. "You disobeyed the law by not s
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā HER ESCAPE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOIsabella leads me deeper into the store, past displays of elegant dresses and perfectly styled mannequins, through a doorway marked "Private" in discreet gold lettering.Beyond it is something else entirely."This is the VIP chamber," she announces, gesturing around the space wit
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā MAKE THEM COUNT
CHAPTER TWENTY - ONE"The store is in Beverly Hills," Dante says, breaking the silence. "De LeĆ³n Couture. My mother started it forty years ago. It's... exclusive."Exclusive. Of course it is."Your mother," I say slowly. "The flight attendant mentioned her. Said she's sick?"His jaw tightens. It's
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā YOU MOAN SO BEAUTIFULLY
CHAPTER TWENTY"You moan so beautifully, Elena."His voice is dark. Hungry. He's looking at me like he wants to devour every part of me, piece by piece.I bite my lip hard, trying to stop any more sounds from escaping. Trying to regain some shred of control over my treacherous body.His hands move
CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATEDĀ Ā Ā TURNS ME ON
CHAPTER EIGHTEENThe black SUV rolls to a stop in what appears to be a private section of the airport, completely separated from the commercial terminals.No crowds. No security lines. Just empty tarmac stretching toward a sleek white airplane waiting in the distance.A private jet. Of course.The
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