Chapter 24
Once inside, he led me straight to the private bathroom.
He let go of my hand as the door closed behind us.
“Take a shower.”
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I swallowed hard and stepped toward the shower.
My fingers trembled as I removed the soiled uniform, my skin burning under his gare.
I took a deep breath, trying to ignore his presence, and turned on the water.
The heat slid down my body, washing away the soup–but not the humiliation. I scrubbed hard, as if I could erase the entire day.
Still, the feeling of being watched made every movement uncomfortable.
I finished quickly, doing my best to pretend he wasn’t there. I grabbed the toothbrush and paste he had given me that morning and started brushing my teeth. The fresh taste brought a tiny sense of relief, like it could erase a fraction of the day’s exhaustion.
When I finished, I reached for the towel hanging nearby and dried off. The warm fabric against my skin offered a fleeting comfort, like for a moment, I wasn’t in this hellhole at all.
But the illusion shattered the moment I turned around.
The Reaper was still there.
Arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes fixed on me, analyzing every detail without a hint of urgency.
My face burned.
The discomfort swelled.
Before I could say a word, the door burst open.
A guard stepped inside.
My body reacted instantly–muscles tensed, and I yanked the towel up to cover myself.
The Reaper’s eyes didn’t move.
It was as if I were his personal show, has right.
My face burned hotter.
The man banded him the uniform and left without a word
We were alone again
“Come here, bunny,” he said calmly, though his voice left no room for refusal.
I swallowed hard and stepped closet, hesitant.
He lifted the uniform in front of my face.
“You want this?
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“Y–Yes… please.
A smile spread across his lips.
“Then kiss me.”
My heart slammed in my chest.
He wanted a kiss in exchange for the uniform?
The Reaper towered over me.
Broad chest. Intimidating.
Every cell in my body screamed to run, but I knew I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t refuse.
Trembling, I leaned in and pressed a quick, lifeless kiss to his lips.
I pulled away immediately, eyes on the floor.
He laughed.
A low, amused sound.
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“That’s a kiss?” he mocked. “Bunny, I think I need to teach you how I want to be kissed.*
Before I could react, he grabbed my waist and pulled me against him, crushing our bodies together. His heat burned through me, leaving me breathless.
His mouth crashed into mine with no warning, no gentleness. His tongue forced its way in, claiming every inch, as if he had every right. The kiss was brutal, relentless–a predatory attack. He wasn’t kissing me. He was devouring me.
My breath escaped in a muffled moan when his teeth sank into my lower lip, biting with no mercy before sucking hard, making my body shudder against his.
His large hands squeezed my waist with possessiveness, fingers digging into my skin, dragging me even closer.
His tongue twisted around mine–demanding, hungry, pulling everything from me. The air grew thin, my lungs begged for oxygen, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t let go.
The bites became rougher, followed by suction that left a trail of heat wherever it went. My body trembled with nerves, caught between fear and something I didn’t want to name.
He controlled the kiss like he was teaching me how to breathe–molding me to fit him. His taste was overwhelming, dizzying.
When he finally pulled back, my lips were throbbing–wet from the mix of saliva and his one–sided desire. My breathing was shallow, and his gaze
Satisfied.
Like he’d just tasted something that already belonged to him.
“That’s how I want you to kiss me when I ask, bunny. Now, get dressed.”
Still trying to catch my breath, I steadied myself.
I had never experienced a kiss so intense, so consuming. And honestly, I knew I’d never be able to match it.
He handed me the uniform, and I dressed in silence, still reeling from what had just happened. My body was on high alert, lips tingling with the memory of his ferocity.
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As I finished, he stepped closer again, fingers running through my damp hair, eyes studying me like he was admiring a rare treasure.
“So beautiful…” he murmured, his voice low and full of possession. “A true work of art.”
A wicked smile curved his lips before he tilted his head slightly.
“Come. It’s time to go back to the cell.”
Why does he treat me like this?
I can’t figure out what he really wants from me.
To use me like I’m nothing?
To turn me into a disposable toy for his pleasure?
I wanted to ask, demand an answer.
But I couldn’t..
I didn’t trust him.
The fear that even a simple question might provoke him–might result in punishment-
t–was suffocating.
Maybe, if one day I feel safe enough, I’ll have the courage to confront him.
For now, silence is my only protection.
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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.
