Hate & Heaven | 18+

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With a growl, Dimitrio leaned in, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, demanding entrance, and she gave it to him, unable to resist the dark allure of this man who had stolen everything from her - her virginity, her dignity, and now her will to fight.

Nakshatra's body responded in kind, arching into his, her breasts pressing against the solid wall of his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. The anger inside her morphed into a desperate need for more, for him to consume her completely, to erase the pain of her captivity with the fiery pleasure that only he could provide.

He chuckled against her mouth, the sound low and predatory, as he felt her resistance crumbling. "Heaven," he murmured, his other hand slipping between their bodies to find her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. She moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand, seeking relief from the exquisite torment.

Dimitrio's smirk grew wider as he felt her tighten around him, her walls clenching in a silent plea for more. He was a maestro, orchestrating her body's symphony with a finesse that was both terrifying and intoxicating. His fingers worked their magic, bringing her closer to the precipice with every stroke, and she knew she was about to shatter for him again.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of desire and the tangible electricity of power dynamics. He broke the kiss, watching her face as she panted and moaned, her eyes now pleading for the release that she knew only he could give her. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a wild mess of raven waves around her shoulders, and she looked like a goddess in the throes of ecstasy.

"You're mine," he whispered, the words a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. "Say it."

Nakshatra's eyes searched his, the blue depths filled with a challenge she hadn't seen before. "Never," she managed to breathe out, even as her body betrayed her.

Dimitrio's smile turned predatory. "Say it," he repeated, his thumb pressing down harder on her clit, his hips moving faster, his eyes never leaving hers.

Nakshatra's eyes widened, the word hovering on the tip of her tongue. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but her body was screaming for the release he so skillfully denied her. "Never," she gasped, her voice a ragged whisper.

The mafia don's smile grew colder, his eyes darkening like a storm about to break. He pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. She watched as he reached for his pants, his muscles rippling with the effort, and her eyes followed the trail of dark hair that led down to his crotch. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for her defiance.

"You asshole, complete what you've started," she barked, the words leaving her mouth before she could stop them.

Dimitrio chuckled, a sound that was more akin to a lion's growl. "Ah, the fire in you," he said, his eyes gleaming with something akin to respect. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet bag, the emerald within casting a sickly green glow in the candlelight.

"You see this?" he said, holding the gem up to the candlelight. "This is what I came for. But you, my sweet, are the prize I didn't know I wanted until I had you in my sights." He placed the emerald on the bedside table, his gaze never leaving hers.

Nakshatra felt a coldness seep into her veins at his words. The reality of her situation hit her like a sledgehammer, and she tried to push away from him, only to have his hand come down firmly on her thigh, halting her escape. "Don't move," he ordered, his tone unyielding.

"This," he said, holding the gem up to the candlelight, "is what you're worth to me." He let go of her thigh and took her hand, placing the emerald in her palm. The stone felt cold and heavy, a stark contrast to the heat of his body against hers. "But you, my dear, are something else entirely." His eyes searched hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the desire to possess her that went beyond the material.