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His World

Author: Nyxenite
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-03 09:00:53

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE

The sun had no right to rise.

Not after what I did to her.

Not when she’s still asleep in my bed, legs trembling from how hard I fucked her, lips parted like she’s dreaming of mercy I never gave.

I should’ve stayed. I wanted to.

But I would’ve taken her again. And this time, I wouldn’t have stopped until she broke completely.

I buttoned my vest with blood-stained fingers. Some of it was mine. Most of it was hers. The good kind. The kind that dripped from between her thighs when I pushed too deep and she took it all anyway.

She didn’t fight.

She never fights.

That’s what fucks me up.

I looked at her one last time, curled in the sheets I ruined, the bite on her shoulder already bruising. Her throat still marked where I held her down. The scent of her still soaked into my skin.

And she slept like she trusted me.

Goddamn it.

I left.

Didn’t to
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