You've had your punishment. Let me rest.

Clara's POV

As the first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, painting the chamber in muted gold, I stirred in Taehyung's unyielding embrace. My body throbbed—a symphony of aches from his relentless claiming, every muscle protesting the night's marathon of punishment and pleasure. Bruises bloomed like dark petals on my hips, my thighs, my neck where his teeth had sunk in, not deep enough to scar permanently but enough to remind me of his ownership with every breath. His seed still leaked from between my legs, a sticky reminder of how thoroughly he'd ruined me, just as he'd promised. I shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness, and his arm tightened around my waist instinctively, pulling me flush against his chest even in sleep. His scent enveloped me—musk, sweat, and that underlying alpha dominance that made my wolf purr despite my resolve.

*He's vulnerable now,* my wolf whispered, her voice a sly murmur in the back of my mind, laced with a mix of satisfaction and scheming. *One claw to the throat, and it ends. But... the bond. It hums so sweetly after last night. Feel it? His strength flowing into us.*

I silenced her with a mental shove, though I couldn't deny the truth. The mate bond pulsed between us, a warm thread that healed the physical wounds faster than any human could, but it did nothing for the emotional scars. Guilt gnawed at me like a persistent rat—guilt over Lisa, the woman whose death hung over us like a storm cloud. I hadn't meant to kill her; it had been an accident in the heat of a pack skirmish, my wolf lashing out in self-defense. But Taehyung saw only betrayal, only loss, and he'd twisted it into this vengeful obsession. Hatred simmered in my veins, hot and unquenchable, but it warred with the treacherous lust he'd ignited, turning my body into a battlefield where desire always won.

He stirred then, his eyes fluttering open, those dark depths immediately locking onto mine with predatory intensity. No softness lingered from sleep; the monster was awake, hungry again. "Clara," he murmured, his voice a rough caress, hand sliding down my side to cup my ass possessively. "Still here? Not plotting my demise in those pretty little thoughts of yours?" His lips curved into a wicked smirk, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.

I tried to pull away, but he rolled us effortlessly, pinning me beneath him once more. His cock, already hardening against my thigh, twitched with renewed interest. "Taehyung... no more," I whispered, my voice hoarse from hours of screaming his name. Exhaustion weighed on me, but so did the spark of arousal his touch always kindled, damn him. "You've had your punishment. Let me rest."

He laughed lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine, sinful and mocking. "Rest? Oh, little mate, punishment doesn't end with dawn. It's eternal—for what you did to Lisa." His hand trailed up my inner thigh, parting my legs with ease, fingers dipping into the mess he'd left behind. I was still slick, sensitive, and he groaned appreciatively as he coated his digits in our combined essence. "Feel that? My cum still filling you. But you're greedy for more, aren't you? Your body's weeping for another round of ruin."

My breath hitched as he pushed two fingers inside me, scissoring them slowly, stretching the tender flesh. Pleasure-pain shot through me, making my toes curl. "Stop... I can't..." But my hips betrayed me, rocking against his hand, chasing the friction. Emotions flooded: resentment boiling over, mingled with a shameful need that made my cheeks burn. *Yes,* my wolf urged, her tone lustful and unashamed. *Let him take us again. The pain sharpens the pleasure. We're stronger together.*

"Can't?" Taehyung echoed, his free hand capturing my wrist, pinning it above my head as he leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "You can, and you will. Beg for it, Clara. Beg your alpha to fuck you senseless, to punish you for stealing my heart's light." His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot relentlessly, thumb pressing on my clit with expert pressure. "Say it—tell me how much you need my cock to break you open again."

Tears pricked my eyes, a mix of frustration and overwhelming sensation. "I hate you," I spat, but it came out as a moan, my free hand clutching at his shoulder, nails digging in. "You're cruel... twisted..."

"Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

"Fuck, still so tight—like you were made to be ruined over and over," he groaned, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm from the start. No gentleness this time; this was raw, animalistic, his body slamming into mine with the force of his unresolved grief. His hands roamed possessively—pinching my nipples until they peaked hard and aching, slapping my thigh sharply to elicit a yelp. "Scream for me, sinner. Let it out—your hate, your lust. I'll fuck it all out of you until you're empty but for me."

I did scream, my voice raw as he pounded into me, each thrust jarring my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. "Taehyung... gods, it's too much!" My legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper despite the protest. Guilt twisted sharper now, images of Lisa flashing in my mind—her laughter in the pack gatherings, the way Taehyung had looked at her with true tenderness. "I'm sorry... for her... but this won't bring her back!"

He faltered for a split second, his rhythm stuttering, eyes flashing with raw pain before hardening into fury. "Sorry? Words mean nothing." He flipped us again, putting me on top, hands gripping my hips to force me down onto him harder. "Ride me, Clara. Show me your remorse—grind on my cock like the whore who took everything from me." His voice was venomous, lustful, fingers bruising as he guided my movements, making me bounce with increasing speed.

I obeyed, hands on his chest for leverage, rolling my hips in circles that ground my clit against his pelvis. Pleasure built like a storm, coiling tight. "I didn't mean to... it was an accident," I gasped between moans, tears streaming down my face. But my body moved on instinct, chasing release. *Ride him,* my wolf howled, ecstatic. *Claim back the power. Use his lust—turn it into our weapon.*

Taehyung's hands slid up to my breasts, kneading them roughly, thumbs flicking my nipples. "Accident? Bullshit. You wanted me—admit it. Now take your punishment." He thrust up to meet me, hitting deeper, making me see stars. "Come on my cock, Clara. Milk me dry while you cry for forgiveness you don't deserve."

The orgasm hit like a tidal wave, ripping through me with violent intensity. I shattered around him, walls fluttering, pulling him deeper as I screamed his name. He followed with a guttural roar, flooding me again, his release hot and endless. "That's it—take my seed, my ruin. Forever marked."

We collapsed, panting, his arms banding around me like iron. But as his breathing slowed toward sleep again, my mind raced. Emotions churned: sorrow for Lisa, hatred for the cage he'd built, lust that bound me tighter than chains. *We'll escape,* my wolf promised, her voice resolute now. *Gather strength from this. His weakness is his obsession.*