The Perfect Revenge Of The Luna Queen
She bucked against me, trying to fight, but my hands clamped down harder.
Her pain, her struggle, it only fueled me. Every thrust was a reminder that I was in control, that I owned her fear, her body, her silence.
But in the back of my mind, through the haze of violence and lust, another name whispered.
Nyx.
I wanted her. Again. Always.
The thought burned through me as I finished with a guttural groan, spilling myself into the trembling girl beneath me.
When I pulled out, she collapsed to the floor, her legs shaking, tears streaking down her face.
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