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It doesn’t matter how much I need to break him; I will rebuild every
piece so that he is mine alone.
I pull him closer, pressing my mouth to his again, taking what I
consider mine by right. When I pull away, blood trickles from the
corner of his lips; I run my thumb over it slowly, spreading the heat
and smiling with a lunatic glint in my eyes.
“I love you so much, Magnus.” My voice comes out hoarse, sincere to
him, and insane at the same time. “I love you to the point where I
can’t stand the thought of another gaze upon you.”
Anyone who dares touch him, I will destroy.
Anyone.
Without hesitation.
He is my altar.
My obsession.
My religion.
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His body shudders again.
I close my eyes, a low sound escaping my throat, moving slowly,
savoring every moment.
Possession.
That’s it.
Possession.
Even if he doesn’t want it.
I take my time pulling out of him.
When I do, hate consumes me.
Rage for feeling the emptiness.
But soon I smile seeing my cum dripping, staining his thighs, I shove my fingers in there, pushing it back in, as if I wanted to keep him
filled forever.
I won’t let it escape.
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He must always carry my sperm inside him.
I lean my forehead against his shoulder, panting. My hands travel
over every inch: chest, thighs, abs, sincere thighs, and abdomen. I
bite and suck his skin, leaving visible marks–memories engraved for
the next day.
I want him to look at himself in the mirror when he wakes up and not
forget.
“You’re going to love me, Magnus,” she says, and Magnus. ” I speak
with a trembling voice, overtaken by fever and desire. “You’re going to
love me until you go mad.”
I lie down beside him, my hand still firmly on his waist–possessive,
as if the world could tear him away from me. It won’t. Not now that
I’ve achieved what I’ve always dreamed of. Gradually, he will learn
that no life exists outside of this bond. When he raises his eyes–not
with hate, but with devotion, dependence, and need–I will know
what peace is.
Until then, I won’t stop. I have plans: to wound him, to drive him
crazy, to “make him suffer until only what I desire remains. All for
“his own good.”
Magnus Hale has ceased to be the Enforcer.
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He has become my prey.
My obsession.
My love.
My life.
My everything.
The pieces are already in motion. Guards on my side, Navarro in the
palm of my hand, cooks following the rhythm I dictate. I will
transform this castle of fear into a cell under my command.
I use his own methods: addiction and necessity, but now I am the one
holding the reins.
I’m going to flip the game and prove that Magnus no longer rules. I’m
the one who dictates the rules now. Poor Magnus… He’s crazy, and his
empire will crumble under the feet of a boy he judged weak. But it
will all be for our own good.
I lean over his sleeping body and leave a light kiss on his forehead.
His face, softened by exhaustion, rises and falls with heavy breaths.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. I observe every feature calmly.
He looks as if he were sculpted by a god. It still feels impossible to
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have him like this, entirely in my hands. So many nights I dreamed of
this moment.
Now it is here.
My husband.
Yes, the word suits him well. Husband. Because it’s not just love or
just obsession. It’s everything.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
