You tried to stay away.

You should've stayed away.

But every time you saw him arms crossed, jaw clenched, smirking like he knew you were losing control, your body betrayed you.

Tonight, it snaps.

You argue. Loud. Brutal. Too close.

Then he grabs you. Slams you against the wall. Breathing hard.

"You think I dont see it?" He snarls. "The ways you look at me when I'm not watching.

You shove him. He grabs your wrist. Twist it behind you. Leans in.

"Say it."

"Say what?" You whisper, breath shaking.

"That you want me. That you want this."

You fight it. He laughs.

"Still lying?" He growls, dragging his hand up your thigh, voice dark. "Then why are you soaking through your panties?"

You break.

You kiss him like it's war. Teeth. Tongues. Bruises blooming under his hands. He tears your shirt off, spins you, and bends you over the counter.

"Beg for it." He hisses, pushing your legs apart. "I want to hear that pretty little mouth admit it."

You hate him. You hate how much you need this.

"I want you." You gasp. "Please -"

He slams into you without warning.

You scream his name. He moans like he's finally home.

"You're mine." He growls, hand in your hair. "No more pretending. No more running. I'm gonna make you forger every man that came before me."

He does. Over. And over. Until your knees shake and your voice breaks and all you remember is him.

And when you collapse against him, breathless and ruined?

He kisses your temple and whispers:

"Next time you try to walk away, I'll remind you exactly who you fucking belong to."