Begs for it like the whore you are.

Clara's POV

The morning wore on, the sun climbing higher in the sky, casting harsh beams through the narrow slits in the chamber's windows. My body was a battlefield, every muscle screaming from the night's onslaught, yet Taehyung showed no signs of fatigue. His alpha stamina was a curse, an endless well of dominance that he drew from to torment me further. He dragged me to the adjoining bath chamber, his grip on my wrist like iron shackles, unyielding and cold. The room was opulent—marble floors veined with gold, a massive tub carved from obsidian that could fit half a dozen people. But luxury meant nothing here; it was just another stage for his punishment.

He twisted the ornate faucets with a flick of his wrist, steam rising as hot water gushed forth. The air thickened with the scent of pine and lavender—his favorites, chosen not for comfort but to mark everything as his territory. "Cleanse yourself," he commanded, his voice a low, icy rumble that brooked no argument. His eyes, those storm-gray depths, raked over my naked form with clinical detachment, as if I were a possession to be maintained rather than a person. But he didn't leave. Instead, he stripped off the remnants of his clothes from earlier, his massive frame looming over me like a shadow of doom. His cock, still half-hard from our earlier encounters, twitched with anticipation, a silent promise of more ruin.

I hesitated at the tub's edge, my legs trembling, the ache between my thighs a constant reminder of his invasions. "Taehyung, please... mercy," I begged, my voice a hoarse whisper, cracked from screams and pleas. But even as the words left my lips, I knew they were futile. My body betrayed me, a traitorous heat pooling low in my belly at the sight of him—broad shoulders, chiseled abs scarred from battles, and that veined length that had stretched me to breaking point time and again.

"Mercy?" He let out a chuckle, but it was devoid of warmth, a dark, mocking sound that echoed off the marble walls like a predator's growl. He stepped into the tub first, the water displacing around his powerful legs, then yanked me in after him with brutal efficiency. I stumbled, splashing into the steaming depths, the heat scalding my sensitized skin. He pulled me onto his lap without preamble, my back against his chest, his arms caging me in. His cock pressed insistently against my ass, hot and unyielding, a weapon ready to strike. "No mercy for murderers, Clara. You don't deserve it. Only this—endless fucking until you're broken beyond repair." His words were laced with venom, each one a lash against my soul, reminding me of Lisa's ghost that haunted us both.

His hands, large and calloused from years of leading the pack, grabbed a bar of soap from the ledge. He lathered it with deliberate slowness, his touch starting deceptively gentle as he ran it over my shoulders, down my arms. But gentleness was a lie, a prelude to cruelty. "Look at you," he murmured coldly, his breath icy against my ear despite the steam. "Covered in my marks, my seed drying on your thighs. Filthy. Sinful. Just like the day you pushed Lisa over that edge." His fingers dug into my skin suddenly, scrubbing harder, as if he could wash away the guilt he projected onto me. I winced, but he only pressed closer, his erection grinding against me underwater.

"Taehyung, I... I didn't mean—" I started, but he cut me off with a ruthless shove forward, bending me over the tub's edge. Water sloshed violently as he positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.

"Lies," he snarled, his voice a blade. "Always lies from your pretty little mouth. But your body tells the truth—dripping for me even now." One hand slipped between my legs, parting my folds with ruthless precision. I was slick, shamefully so, the water doing nothing to hide my arousal. He plunged two fingers inside me without warning, curling them harshly against that sensitive spot. I cried out, my hands scrabbling at the marble edge, nails breaking against the unyielding surface. "Hear that? The squelch of your greedy cunt. It craves my punishment, doesn't it? Begs for it like the whore you are."

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans, but he twisted his fingers deeper, his thumb pressing mercilessly on my clit. "Please... oh gods, Taehyung, it's too much," I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. Pleasure and pain blurred, a toxic mix that had me teetering on the edge.