EVELYN The gown lies in shreds on the floor. My skin burns where his mouth touched, where his hand dragged. My chest heaves.He watches me like a predator watching prey—hungry, cruel, certain.“You’re wet for me,” he says, voice low, mocking.“I’m not—”“You are.” He inhales deeply, smirking. “Your scent tells me everything. Sweet. Dripping.”My face flames. “You’re disgusting.”His lips curve. “And you’re mine.”Before I can speak, he shoves me onto the bed. The furs swallow me whole, rough against my bare skin. He climbs after me, massive, shadowing me, caging me in with his body.“Stay away,” I whisper, even though my voice shakes.“Stay away?” His laugh is low, dangerous. “You’ll beg me to never stop.”“I won’t—”He drags my thighs apart with one rough pull. His gaze drops, dark and starving. “Look at you.”“Don’t—”“Don’t?” His smirk deepens. “Evelyn, you’re already open for me.”Heat floods me. “No, I’m not—”His head lowers before I can finish. His mouth presses against me.My
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